Character Name: Kei Tsukimori
World: Cerberus
Prize: Scarf of Wondrous Wit

The Collective Unconscious


Fate

Glassy eyes downcast, azure hues reflecting in the shimmering surface of the waters.

A merciless thing

Something that he had realized very quickly within his trade, it would show no mercy as it ran its course through one’s life.

He heard footsteps coming up behind him, ears coloured like the darkest of nights twitched in response to the sound, he turned his face to the side, azure orbs lighting up as a soft smile settled on his features.

A female hyur lowered herself next to him.

She said nary a word other than a smile in response to his, they proceeded to sit in comfortable silence. She gazed towards the heavens, tracing the stars with her soft, beautiful brown orbs.

Moonlight lit up both of their features, enhancing their eyes, azure and brown, both stared heavensward.

He understood her clear interest for the stars, through them, he could see things that which others could not. Both of them sat like that for a while, admiring the skies, azure eyes growing ever so unfocused as time passed.

And then he could see.

Fate

A glimpse of scarlet.
Liquid flowing among the cracks of cold, hard, stone.

Fear

It echoed throughout his very being. There’s something behind him, why can’t he move. Why can he de naught but move forward with tiring steps.

Help

Salty liquid flowed from brown eyes filled with fear, he did not know what to do, where to go. What could he do.

I’m scared

Forlorn, that’s how he felt, pitiful, sad, abandoned. Nobody would be there to save him. They had abandoned him.

Make it stop

A hoarse scream echoed throughout, deep, dark tunnels as he felt a searing pain throughout the entirety of his back.

A glimpse of scarlet

He didn’t understand, couldn’t understand.
Why, why, why, why, why, why.
Why is this happening?
Why is this going to happen.
Why can’t he change anything?

Bones crashing asunder

Pain wracked throughout his body, everything burned, everything hurt, the screams had stopped as he just laid there, empty.

Souls writhing in agony

She couldn’t rest, why couldn’t she rest. Wasn’t everything supposed to end? A shambling husk deep within dark, cursed halls, lost to the ages. There was no reprieve, no safe-haven. Everlasting torment would be her calling.

Her fate

He let out a soft gasp as reality dawned on him once more.

He was still here, sitting, in silence, alone. He stood up and looked around him wildly. She was gone, bright, brown eyes, that adored the stars, just like he, filled with fear and agony.

It was cruel, so very cruel.

Yet, despite all his wishes, there would be naught he could do.