Lord of Girth
Arkania
Imura Biodome
Startling up from a dream, I sat up in bed. Sweat rolling down my face as the blanket covered my body. Looking to my left, I could see Lexa turned over. Her back facing towards me. She didn't wear a shirt at the current moment. Likely because of the "fun" we had earlier in the night. Rubbing my hand over my face, I realised that I had ejected my fighting claws. I sighed in disappointment as I retracted the weapons. Sitting up, I looked to see blood on the blanket. Mostly on my side, and it was dry already. I didn't see any scratch marks that were left from myself. Well, at least the ones not left earlier in the night or before.
Twisting myself over to the side, I reached into the bedstand and pulled out some of the bandages I used to wear. Wrapping them around my hand to cover up the open wounds over my knuckles. After getting them covered, I flexed my hand and stood up. Reaching for my clothes, I dressed myself and walked out of the room as silently as I could.
After closing the door, I moved into the main room of our house. Our fire was slowly dying. I rekindled it with some more coal, and wood. Just enough to crackle slightly, I laid back in the couch. Dressed in a pink tanktop, and grey skinnyjeans, I sat there for a few moments. Trying to remember what I had dreamed about. Closing my eyes for a moment, I yawned and leaned forward.
Looking to the left side of the room, sat a oblong case. Inside was sitting the guitar of my brother. One of his favorite things to do was to be able to play a song, using only the guitar, however you would still hear the drums, you could still hear the bass guitar. You could even hear all the other sounds that the song would be. Smiling to myself, I stood up.
Long ago it felt, Morna had gifted me with his essence. He had given part of him to me to use. He trusted me with it. And I would do the best I could to protect the family he made. Though, at times, it felt like sometimes I had been the one who had made this legacy. I couldn't tell the difference between my own memories and Morna's. In fact, I could play the guitar like he could.
Reaching out, I pulled the black case and opened it. Revealing the tool of music and harmony. Sitting back down onto the couch, I pulled the guitar over my lap and begin to play. The song was nice and slow. Easy, and kept quiet as to not wake anybody.
Ever since I could remember,
Everything inside of me,
Just wanted to fit in
I was never one for pretenders,
Everything I tried to be,
Just wouldn't settle in
I smiled as I sung the words quietly to myself. And stopping as I looked to myself.
Was I really a Monster?
[member="Lexa Imura"],