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The violent shadow



I seek to understand myself, to understand all that I've repressed and forcefully tucked away during my younger years. I've had a violent childhood, one which was filled with malicious and murderous intent. Then came along the later years of my life so far, when everything just suddenly died down and became peaceful. However, I believe that this peace is false, and I am merely trying to weave an illusion for myself while the true storms bubble and swell up out of my sight.

The shadow, when left unattended, will regress to a primal form, an uncontrollable state.

If it then takes over, I'm afraid it would already be too late to seek redemption.

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He is like this huge muscular beast who is perfectly formed in anatomy, masculine in every way. He summons a choking and smothering invisible force all around him, and everyone around him obviously feels the pressure. His eyes are mere pits, huge and round, with no pupils or indication of expression or direction. His stares are blank, and straight, but essentially blank. His wings, are not opaque, neither are they of any material nature. They arc out basically as vectors, a collection of singular lines branching out like that of a tree. They still offer him flight, though one might still believe that the wings only signify a semblance of his ability to fly, whether or not his flight is truly granted by his wings is another matter altogether. He is like a man shaped beast, and he walks alone, and he is always seen alone.

This creature is one of flames.

Such is what I an able to see so far of my shadow. (Sometimes he has horns, and sometimes he doesn't)


 Tianyong
20 years old.
The time will come soon.