Xiao Long
Sophmore
Weapon who walks as a girl.
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Post by Xiao Long on Sept 19, 2013 19:24:11 GMT -5
* I do not see myself living a long & full life. I know what I have said before on the matter of succession, but it has recently occurred to me that I have no heir. When I die, a thousand year line of toil and art and discipline will be gone from this earth. Shiva will not take another student, not until seeing whether I fulfill my potential. My father will not accept another student. I know that I am still so very young, but one cannot be called a master without first teaching. It would take others entire lifetimes to learn what I have learned. I do not have to teach the deadlier secrets, or the hidden knowledge of my bloodline.
Accepting a disciple may teach me much however. Patience, humility, further discipline. By imparting the knowledge I have spent my life cultivating, I will further be able to scrape out my own identity as a fighter. One who will step out of the shadow of my storied parents, the only difficulty comes in finding a student. I must find one who is worthy of this knowledge, one who shows promise. Fate will reveal all to me soon enough.*
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Xiao Long
Sophmore
Weapon who walks as a girl.
Posts: 724
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Post by Xiao Long on Sept 29, 2013 23:00:25 GMT -5
*I dream often. About a boy. About a man. The two of us are up at dawn, we are back home. Not the city or this school. But my home, the one of my childhood. Every morning the two of us spar, evenly-matched, rarely if ever making contact. This continues until we're both tired. He is my equal in every way. The balance to the darkness inside of my soul, and inside of my mind. His speed, his power and his grace are perfection.
In the dream, I don't hear him and I don't feel that all-consuming hunger. Everything just feels so much lighter, I feel free of my past.
He gently strokes my cheek, and he tells me he loves me. It is more than just a simple sentiment, than empty words. He accepts me. I am not some broken, used thing to be fixed. For all of my flaws, for all of the bad that I have done, it doesn't matter. He wipes away my tears, he holds me close and I feel safe. Not from those who would seek to use me.
In the dream, they are all dead. All of them. By our hands. He stormed the very gates of hell with me, and together we slew the devil that stole my life from me. Not because it was just, not because I asked him to. He did it because anyone who hurt me, who even entertained thoughts of harming me deserved to die in his eyes.
In the dream, there is no more violence. There is no more sadness, and no more regret. We divorced ourselves from the world, and we live in peace. His touch is gentle, and he tells me that I am the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. I know that he does not just mean in body, but in soul and mind also. For the first time in my life, I actually want to have children. Someone as perfect as him should not leave this world without heirs, he deserves them. Even if I do not.
I feel happiness.
Then I feel sadness.
Because this is just a dream. One that I must wake up from.*
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Xiao Long
Sophmore
Weapon who walks as a girl.
Posts: 724
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Post by Xiao Long on Jan 30, 2014 13:07:25 GMT -5
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Xiao Long
Sophmore
Weapon who walks as a girl.
Posts: 724
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Post by Xiao Long on Mar 13, 2014 19:37:14 GMT -5
*I met a young girl the other day.
We were of roughly equivalent ages.
I found her in the dark, rainy city.
Bad men were attempting to hurt her.
I saved her.
There was a look in her eye as I went to go.
I was compelled to listen.
She told me her story.
How she was brought to America.
How she was abused for entertainment.
What they'd taken from her.
When she finished, I knew a lot of men would need to be punished.*
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