the twelfth sunrise
[For the past couple of minutes, the journal has been open and picking up the sound of complete silence. It's obvious that whoever opened is is nearby; maybe right in front of it or just a little ways away.
After another few moments the sound of walking is picked up - claws against the floor and a body shifting heavily - as the resident steps away for a brief second. On the journal's page, text begins to appear. The writing is soft and careful, yet it looks as though there is some melancholic remorse hidden within the brush strokes.
This is not Nippon and, yet, there is still darkness despite the sun hanging so brightly in the sky.
A brief pause in writing, a soft whine of hesitance and thought.
Perhaps this is my punishment for not being able to protect those who had put so much of their faith within me. For failing to defeat the darkness they have sealed me away.]
[ooc; LOSS is go! o/]
After another few moments the sound of walking is picked up - claws against the floor and a body shifting heavily - as the resident steps away for a brief second. On the journal's page, text begins to appear. The writing is soft and careful, yet it looks as though there is some melancholic remorse hidden within the brush strokes.
This is not Nippon and, yet, there is still darkness despite the sun hanging so brightly in the sky.
A brief pause in writing, a soft whine of hesitance and thought.
Perhaps this is my punishment for not being able to protect those who had put so much of their faith within me. For failing to defeat the darkness they have sealed me away.]
[ooc; LOSS is go! o/]