15 Days of Lonliness

Fri Dec 10, 2021 7:48 pm

Day One

Arantima stared up at his ceiling from atop his bed, not having dressed himself and having kept an eye on the rising sun the entire morning and let out a sigh as the sun finally crested over bottom edge of his window and started to pour direct light onto the wall opposite the window. He had been thinking about all of the Years past and this time of year when gifts would be exchanged between loved ones and the ways that families would get closer.. He was never part of such things and did not expect this year to be much different.. Mizuki had still not come to see him, and He was feeling rather un-important.

There was a distinct separation of his status as part of her clan and any sort of closeness he might have been hoping for and it was dragging on part of his mind that he had been ignoring for a long while.. Yet this time of year always brought out the worst thoughts in his mind. The reason for the season was something he did not hate but it was something that he definitly had a mutaul exclusion with.. If the joy and goodwill was forever going to exclude him from itself than he was going to exclude himself from the Merrymaking and joys that he heard creeping in from his ever open window. Arantima closed his eyes and rolled over, Slamming a pillow over his head to do his best at drowning out the sounds coming from the people waking up below..

All he wanted to do was Stay in bed today, alone.

Sat Dec 11, 2021 12:40 am

Day Two

Arantima was staring out of his window, shirtless, his pants tied loosely around his waist just in an effort to maintain some modicum of modesty if anyone cared to look up at him. He had his arms wrapped around himself and was leaning against the wide open window in in his spire bedroom that Mizuki had given him.. His Bedding was torn to shreds as he looked down at the people still scrubbing their walls clean of the blood stains from when she had come back and made it rain blood..

He Remembered seeing the blood rain that day and ran outside, jumping out of his window and latching onto the wall with the surface walking technique, running around the wall excitedly until he saw Mizu sitting there.. Smoking in the rain and sitting with her entire being screaming dejected feelings.. He.. He didnt know what to do. He wanted to rush to her and give her a hug but he was also afraid.. He didnt know her as well as he ought to.. She was always kind of short and to the point with him. Keeping him at arms length and treating him as something separate.

He didnt feel like Warmth was something she would accept from him then, and not having heard from her since.. He was certain that he was.. Different.. Warmth wasnt what he would receive.. nor was it wanted from him in her direction.. He turned back to look at his bedding again and recalled how he had forced his claws to grow out to their full sharp length and shredded it all in anger and frustration and sadness.. He was in a home with someone he should be calling family and he still felt more lonely than he had felt in his apartment with nothing but a bed and a cup and a pen.

Sun Dec 12, 2021 11:27 pm

Day Three

Arantima had been following this one family for the last several hours. They were common folk, just going around and visiting different shops and buying festive decorations and fancy clothing. They were a Simple sort, A mother, a father, and their son. He looked at them with melancholy disdain as he stalked this family, listening to their heart beats and how they fluctuated and bent with the ups and downs of their day so far. His Entire being vibrated with rage and vile intent towards that child and the parents.. How dare they be that happy when all he could feel was sadness and loneliness.

He followed them for the entire day and kept himself a good distance of 10 meters away from them, going so far as to follow them to their home and watch them all as they settled in for dinner that night. His Body seethed with hate as he watched the mother ask the son to help with dinner and as they all sat down to eat their meal Arantima could not bear to watch any longer..

He sat on his freshly replaced bedding.. Looking down at the blood on his claws and up at the mirror across the way.. he was shirtless and blood was still sticky and wet, shimmering in the candle light as he looked at his macabre self and began to sobb into hims blood stained hands.. They were happy.. and becuase of his envy and self hatred he had done something horrible.. and now they would never be happy again.. ever..

Mon Dec 13, 2021 11:25 pm

Day Four

Arantima was polishing every weapon that he owned. His dedication was not so much born of that word but more of a sudden and violent need to cleanse everything he owned. He had killed and devoured the blood of every member of that family and he had not only done it, he had enjoyed it greatly. His fear now was that this would become a trend.. and he was frightened that Mizu would be upset at him should she ever find out that it had been him. He had made sure that he had sealed away the bodies into his Shoulder seals.. He would need a Scroll to store these bodies soon.. But he would also need to dispose of them sooner rather than later.

Arantima was finalizing all of his equipment and their places, ensuring that he could carry all if not most of it when he would need to have it with him, sealing all of the Equipment properly and ensuring that it was organized in a way he could remember even if he was panicked. He went over every inch of his armor and his swords and weapons.. Ensuring that he would never be caught off guard unless someone had caught him sleeping. He had learned the lesson of always being prepared and the other night.. he had made that mistake again.. Going out without his armor or his weapons and relying only on his claws and teeth.. The feeling was visceral and heart-pounding.. but also frightening.

Tue Dec 14, 2021 10:31 pm

Day Five

Arantima stood infront of his mirror, Freshly bathed and freshly equipped. His Black armor matte against the shadows of the room and his face mask ensuring that he was hard to identify by his face alone, the things that stood out were his white hair and his blood red eyes. He ran a Claw-gloved hand through his hair and let out a soft breath, his Mask softening the sound of it. He reached up and took off the mask from the harness it was strapped to and set it on the table, letting his fangs grow out as he opened his mouth. He stretched his mouth wide and looked at them from every angle before closing his mouth and replacing the mask on his face.

He looked like a Demon, a phantom like death dealer that was something someone only saw out of the corner of their eye if they were lucky, if they weren't so lucky, those eyes would be the last thing they saw before their skin went cold and the blood drained from their body onto the sand on the Land of Wind. He looked into his own eyes and felt the Killer inside of his soul and saw the Kind person his mother had continuously told him to be. That Kind person was being tortured.. slowly by that crazed Killer in his soul and it was not only torturing the Kind soul it was enjoying the act of doing so.. Whispering little defeating words into its ears.. "She hates you becuase you are kind.. She hates your warmth... You are nothing to her." those whispers echoed in his own ears every day now and he hated them all, every single one.

Thu Dec 16, 2021 10:24 pm

Day Six

Arantima was sitting on his Floor Cross legged and was meditating.. More he was searching deep within himself and not finding anything hopeful. His internal world was dark and macabre.. A Limitless maze of corridors made of cast iron and marked with Sigils drawn in fresh blood.. Always fresh blood.. Arantima found himself oddly comfortable in this maze, not like he was being hunted, more like he was doing the hunting becuase something else was in this maze and it did not belong.

The something didnt belong in his maze.. He knew exactly how to follow the thing in his maze and as he touched the walls more bloody sigils appeared wherever he touched the wall.. And Slowly as he searched and searched.. The Comfort turned to fear and his motions became erratic.. He lost his way and screamed in frustration as he suddenly didnt know left from right or up from down. The fear only lasted for a moment as from somewhere far off he heard a loud bestial roar of frustration.. His prey was there, he could sense them now, close enough to hear their heartbeat.

The heartbeat would go from panicked to calm in the blink of an eye and the pattern of their breath went from panting to steady randomly.. but the thing he could not hear were footsteps.. And it took him a long time to realize why.. They were HIS footsteps.. Which meant that they were only moving when he moved, HOW he moved. Arantima was lost in this Chase with himself for many, many long hours into the night before he finally woke up and sighed gently..He was lost, trying to find himself and unable to stop and think about why that was.

Fri Dec 17, 2021 10:47 pm

Day Seven

Arantima was still meditating in the center of his bedroom and was still breathing as softly as he could. However there was one of his nails dipped softly into his own palm, the middle fingers nail from each hand buried deep into the palm of the opposite hand as they were held right over left over a bowl in his lap that was slowly filling with drips and drops of his blood as he meditated. His Blood swirled softly in the bowl being guided by Arantima's chakra as he explored his own mental maze, realizing now that the Sounds he had been hunting before were just his own motions and breathing.

There still felt like there was something wrong inside of this place. He moved softly through the maze now, having figured out that if he followed the rule of keeping your right hand on the wall that it would just move him in circles until he stopped touching the wall. He also figured out that if he touched the wall on the side opposite to the one that he actually chose the maze would turn him directly into a solid wall forcing him instead to go down the direction he had touched before. He was nearing the center of the maze slowly but surely.. And the only thing he knew for certain was that he would need to draw a sigil in that center.. Formed of his own blood. The reason behind this.. he was uncertain but he was certain that there was a sigil there already and that it did not belong to him and that was bad.

Sat Dec 18, 2021 9:02 pm

Day Eight

Arantima was at the center of his maze now.. and staring down at what was the largest sigil he could have possibly imagined. He was knelt down, scraping the edges with his clawed nails and staring at it with interested eyes. His mind reeled with where it could have come from or who it could have been that placed it.. but the.. Lines were too much like his own. His own style was here and yet he couldnt recall making it. The anger was boiling at him as he studied the seal and tried to figure out exactly what it did.. But all he could tell was that.. He had in fact made it and he couldnt recall why or what it was for even.

He roiled with frustration anger and even a little bit of fear as he scrabbled around the sigil.. He looked up and down the marks and etches of the Seal and as he did the rage boiled within him more and more and more and as it roiled he noticed the Seal roiling and bubbling and boiling with the rage.. as if it was there to keep it contained and yet.. if this Seal was keeping that rage contained.. what was he feeling now? A flimsy mere shadow of what could be? or a fabricated facsimilie of the rage in his heart that was filtered through the seal so that he was not driven mad from the heat and unthinking blooded boiling froth that was threatening to overtake him entirely.

Sun Dec 19, 2021 2:23 pm

Day Nine

The World within Arantima's mind was Filled with storm clouds and thunder.. No flashes of lightning however to come alongside the thunderous booming and churning of the air that rolled through Arantima's chest each time it happened. He growls softly to himself as he had gotten up top of one of the walls and was analyzing the seal from a better vantage point. He could see the different parts of the seal. It was a Lock, and a barrier and a storage seal wrapped into a single thing and unraveling it was taking much longer than he thought it aught to.. Yet he could see where it was something he may have come up with, and yet he could not remember ever having done so.

He growled again and a few moments later he felt that rolling of thunder wash through himself and he shouted, more barked his displeasure which was soon followed by a loud Thunderhead directly above himself as it began to rain.. He sighed softly and wished he was capable of making it rain blood like Mizu could.. And then he watched as the Seal shifted.. He jumped down and put his face close to the symbol that had just changed, it changed when he thought of something he coudlnt do that he wanted.. or it had changed when he thought of mizu.. And discovering which outcome that was would be the subject of the next few.. had he been in here for days now or merely hours.. he was not sure.

Wed Dec 22, 2021 11:27 pm

Day Ten

Arantima Stood in the center of the seal and was Forming hand seals in such rapid succession that to anyone who might have been watching it would have seemed as though he was going through a random sequence as if he was trying to find the correct pattern. He was instead working through a Precise methodology of seals that were set to deconstruct this seal. As he was forming seals the pieces of the seal were wisping away into little fumes of ink and blood. The faster he focused on each section the faster he could deconstruct it, and yet he still felt no closer to unsealing whatever this had been locking away.

The intensity that was encapsulated in Arantimas face was reflected by the storm clouds above that were now alight with Lightning flashing behind the clouds in a blood red hue that flashed and sparkled across and between the cloud cover making the scene below stark and ambient with chaotic energy. He Shredded through the last Four seals in the upper right and now he stopped the swift handseal forming and breathed out slowly as he stared down at the center seal and fell down to his knees as he traced the pattern out with his finger tips.. He knew this symbol pretty well.. This symbol was the Symbol of the Kyuketsuki Clan. He Traced the edges of it over and over as he stared down at the symbol that made up the core of the seal he had been unraveling and now he was left even more curious as to it's purpose.

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