Post by Ashen Lilly on Jul 7, 2016 20:11:48 GMT -5
10 years ago
It was so simple. A cross here, when he goes in for an opening, counter him... It became all so simple. Keeping his title. but it was fascinating and exciting all the same. Diego didnt mind the simplicity, to him it was almost an art. Stepping into a ring.
Large one. Definitely a heavy swinger.
He knew what to do. The second their gloves tapped the large bulk would swing. missing Diego by a yard. Diego turned to his footwork. a smile arcing his elated eyes. as he swerved and swung his left fist he heard the lovely thud and the impact in his glove. Perfect. Diego would follow up with an uppercut, and immediately follow it up with a chopping right. not even before the man could recoil he brought his right fist right into the man's liver. Downed already. He didn't get up. Matted with sweat the beast of a man couldn't do anything against Diego.
Diego knew his kind. He gets big and bastardly just to fight him. but Diego wasn't just an in-fighter. Diego was a full born terror in the ring. With such elation in his fights he would never grow tired of his youth and his gift for fighting. When he returned home it was just the same, talk of life getting better. Wanting to slug his older brother in the eye for being a smart mouth.
Diego felt great about his life.
1 month ago.
Diego sat in his room, barely anything left besides a desk with papers, an old fashioned inkwell and a calligraphy pen. He wrote the same thing, over, and over. It was his brother's name. Fernando. Fernando. Each time differently, with a different style and it took him painstaking time to do it. but it was important. It was for himself to keep him safe and as human as possible, and as repentance. He would keep writing his name till his hand was red with pain and his muscles ached in his hand for him to stop. a small leporidae scooted from under his bed.
Diego turned to the Unusual Rabbit, with horns adorning its head like antlers. a thin red string linking its horns and diego's fingertips emerging to visibility "yes my friend. I have finished." he stood up from his chair, only to sit back down, next to the rabbit. "You are much like me. a walking regret. perhaps a drunken night of a hare and a doe. while a terrible fury birthed my regret. I owe much to you my friend. I no longer feel that terrible fury. all I am left with is my remorse and despair. some days I wish I could feel more. Feel more than just regret, although I know. I know this is what I need. This organization. this mission. You." he runs a hand along the rabbits head "This cult. They are like children who wield fury like an impotent child. They will scorch themselves in the end." he simply says before getting into his bed, the jackalope following. Diego fell asleep with his friend resting under the covers, curled up on diego's hand.
It was so simple. A cross here, when he goes in for an opening, counter him... It became all so simple. Keeping his title. but it was fascinating and exciting all the same. Diego didnt mind the simplicity, to him it was almost an art. Stepping into a ring.
Large one. Definitely a heavy swinger.
He knew what to do. The second their gloves tapped the large bulk would swing. missing Diego by a yard. Diego turned to his footwork. a smile arcing his elated eyes. as he swerved and swung his left fist he heard the lovely thud and the impact in his glove. Perfect. Diego would follow up with an uppercut, and immediately follow it up with a chopping right. not even before the man could recoil he brought his right fist right into the man's liver. Downed already. He didn't get up. Matted with sweat the beast of a man couldn't do anything against Diego.
Diego knew his kind. He gets big and bastardly just to fight him. but Diego wasn't just an in-fighter. Diego was a full born terror in the ring. With such elation in his fights he would never grow tired of his youth and his gift for fighting. When he returned home it was just the same, talk of life getting better. Wanting to slug his older brother in the eye for being a smart mouth.
Diego felt great about his life.
1 month ago.
Diego sat in his room, barely anything left besides a desk with papers, an old fashioned inkwell and a calligraphy pen. He wrote the same thing, over, and over. It was his brother's name. Fernando. Fernando. Each time differently, with a different style and it took him painstaking time to do it. but it was important. It was for himself to keep him safe and as human as possible, and as repentance. He would keep writing his name till his hand was red with pain and his muscles ached in his hand for him to stop. a small leporidae scooted from under his bed.
Diego turned to the Unusual Rabbit, with horns adorning its head like antlers. a thin red string linking its horns and diego's fingertips emerging to visibility "yes my friend. I have finished." he stood up from his chair, only to sit back down, next to the rabbit. "You are much like me. a walking regret. perhaps a drunken night of a hare and a doe. while a terrible fury birthed my regret. I owe much to you my friend. I no longer feel that terrible fury. all I am left with is my remorse and despair. some days I wish I could feel more. Feel more than just regret, although I know. I know this is what I need. This organization. this mission. You." he runs a hand along the rabbits head "This cult. They are like children who wield fury like an impotent child. They will scorch themselves in the end." he simply says before getting into his bed, the jackalope following. Diego fell asleep with his friend resting under the covers, curled up on diego's hand.