@forgedvirtues stabbed Scorpion’s Starter Call!
▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥|| If he were to be relit on glacial pillars of icicles and came crashing down in sanguine waterfalls that would even melt the unbearable chill of despair, he would simply brush off as the unhindered conflagration of infernal flames hindered even his own existence and purpose. There is always a personal effect to things that have proved its willingness to be true, or at least its genuineness needs not to be sufficed. The swimming conscious of the vengeful spectre now fulminates with the distinctive compassion and mercy; something that was inanimate and repressed in his selfish endeavors to fuel his bloodlust and revenge. The vengeful, vindictive streaks had only caused abysmal fissure upon his heart and gouged out his lungs. Now, his morality is in check, as it become a settled river of placid dreams. Scorpion may continue to question that needs an answer, to derive a meaning, for which he is thriving to unearth his hands, as the tangible spectre yearns to indulge in this human spirit without ever becoming one.
He yearns to become the pillar for the newly reconstructed Shirai Ryu, to become the remarkable pillar, the survivor who had discerned and yearned for perplexity of life without having a life within his heart. He will continue to spill rubies of blood, with syncopated breath - through the voice of selfhood and selflessness, darkness and light, the clawed-in valley and hill of the ebb and flow of his musculature, the paradoxical lines that don’t quiet run in parallel lines, yet somehow narrowing their gaps gradually and slowly. The circumstances of him working together with a Lin Kuei of all the others proved impossible; yet the human within him opened up the long slammed gates of his revulsion and abomination, testing each other’s faith and trust. The phantom pain still gnaws in the back of his head, as the tightly pinched brows and split glint of his glare penetrates the semblance of the female form.
“I have killed a lot of Lin Kuei in the past,” in his inevitable, emotional breakdown and inextinguishable rampage, Hanzo had done injustice towards his mortal rivals. Yes, they were evil beasts who nonetheless slaughtered the Shirai Ryu and eventually drove his clan to extinction, regardless of Quan Chi’s wicked machination. There is less guilt and remorse, but of gnawing, ravaging suffering for both ends. “Yet, I have yet to see a female Lin Kuei before.” A narrowed glare widens, as emitted sigh exhales from deep within. “I must speak to your new Grandmaster, for there is something he should know urgently.” ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥||
