Death is permanent.
Something is born, it lives, and dies, it's body used to grow new life and feed the cycle over again. Creation and destruction, working in tandem to recycle what has been there. Even though souls often hung around, their energy hanging in the air, they shouldn't come back, or at least not the same. Something coming back as it was is unnatural, it ruined the cycle.
Death was supposed to be permanent. So why was he here?
He was here because he was a stubborn bastard. A determined one at that.
It was a gruesome endeavor, a horrible and painstakingly harsh endeavor. But the thrill when his hand broke through the soil made it all feel worth it. his blunt nails grasping for a hold onto something. He shuddered as cool fresh air hit his skin, making him more desperate to claw his way to freedom uncaring of the dirt caked under his bloodied nails.
He clawed and dug and pulled and dragged himself upward. He collapsed once he'd hoisted himself to the surface, staring up at the night sky.
He was a corpse, but not quite a zombie. He was dead, and yet here his heart beat quickly as he caught his breath and laughed.
Dead was permanent... most of the time.
-Kay ( @rp-sideblog-incorporated ) (throwing a guy in here for rp, I hope you don't mind)
Rametros had been feeling that something within the world was off, that there was something that had escaped the balanced cycle of life and death. What lives shall eventually find their peace within the energy the shadows hold. But something has broken that cycle, and he cannot figure it out for the life of him.
He has glanced over every inch of this planet again and again, not finding any sign of something being wrong. Just as he is starting to get angry, he notices something. A hand, clawing it's way out of the dirt, bringing up a person with it. Almost immediately, Rametros could tell that this was the one that was supposed to be dead.
However, instead of simply just re-killing this man, he cannot help but feel just a little bit curious. He must communicate with this one, figure out how they had lived beyond death, and for what reason.
He has explored the world in a form of his own, but only does so rarely, often to explore this world from a new perspective. Humans and the like had always fascinated him, and so he had given himself one, though it is uncomfortable to use for too long..
However, that will not stop him from figuring out what has caused the dead to come back to life. Within moments, the formless being outside the world gains his own form, one with long ears, and long, almost flowing black hair, holding purple streaks that seem to move around within his hair. His outfit is akin to a black formal suit, matching the black of his eyes. His iris is a bright purple, eyeing this man with an intense curiosity.
"You." He speaks, interrupting their laughter. "You have escaped the balanced cycle of life and death, becoming an anomaly of this world." His voice, despite the gentleness of it, still felt loud, almost booming. The ground feels as though it shakes slightly with his voice, threatening to cause an earthquake. "Tell me, how have you done it?"
((ooc: *checks character list* ...A MALEVOLENT FAN?? WHAT. HOW DOES ONE CONSUME PEAK CONTENT AND THEN TURN AROUND AND CONSUME MY CONTENT. I AM AFRAID /silly))
