Post by masato on Mar 29, 2011 13:38:53 GMT -5
WHERE IS THE COASTGUARD , I KEEP LOOKING EACH DIRECTION - -
FOR A SPOTLIGHT, GIVE ME SOMETHING
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They say that there is logic and reason behind why people had eyes burrowed in the front of their skulls instead of within the back of them – ‘they’ being the crowd who thought a bit more creatively, disregarding the boundaries of evolution that kept the public mind so tightly shackled in scientifically-proven theories. While some who were asked the question of “why” merely scoffed and said, “Well, it’s only common sense,” others had actually formulated an answer that relied not on anatomy books, but by the perspective of the optimistic. By those who looked at the bright side, the glass half full, the silver lining, and by those who considered darkness a different kind of shining. “If people really had eyes in the back of their skulls,” they had argued, “Then wouldn’t that mean that they would constantly be looking back at their homes? Wouldn’t that mean that they would see these faces – the faces of their loved ones – growing farther and farther away? No one would want to see that! Y’see, people had eyes in the front of their skulls because people always have to look forward, not back. They want to see their destination approaching them – driving closer and closer, not further away!”
And while most people were very skeptical about this argument, it was an argument that made Masato think, nonetheless. If people were blessed with eyes that lay dormant in the front of their skulls to gaze forward, then why was it that so many people had still wanted to look behind them? Had they feared the sealing of their fates as their destination moved closer to them, or do they merely prefer the sanctuary of what the past provided? How could they tolerate the heartbreak of leaving behind the estranged faces of their loved ones when the sun had shined – clear and with the promise of a new beginning – right in front of them? Was society so hell-bent on dwelling in the prologues of their lives that they were far too afraid of setting foot in the first chapter? And if so, why? What was there to be afraid of?
Unsatisfied with his findings, the canine figure that had replaced Masato had let out a wordless sound – one that was a midpoint between a grunt and a sigh – as he sat back on his haunches, his round eyes staring out into the horizon in which the sun had begun to dip its toes into. His tail – long and fluffed by many a guard hairs – swept from side to side in the powdery white sand Hawaii was so well-known for, leaving behind a print that had mimicked the arm of a snow angel. Indeed, it was the first time in a while that the professor had shed the skin of his human guise and allowed his inner beast to run wild and free around the island. If he had remembered correctly, the last time he had done so was perhaps… two years ago.
‘Verdammt…’
Really, it was no wonder as to why he had been so stir-crazy for so long.
And yet, he couldn’t help but become trapped in the web of his innermost thoughts once more. Why was it that the interlude between one period of shifting to another had spanned for so… so long again? Was it purely because he had just not considered the idea, or had the line between human conscience and animal conscience long since become blurred? Before he could calculate an answer, he quickly rose back on all fours as the brim of the rolling tide brushed against his paws, merely out of natural reaction than anything else, and as he did… he saw it. Piercing through the dark, shadowed reflection that stared back at him in the ocean’s water was a ray of light, disrupting the silhouette of his large, pointed ear with a perfectly round hole of orange stratosphere. A scar, a wound, left by a bullet that had clipped his cartilage rather than the intended target of his heart was a painful pill to swallow indeed, reminding him of what could of happened rather than the miracle of which he was granted, and he immediately he cringed and turned away from the mirror image with a black-lipped grimace.
Maybe that was why people were born with eyes in the front of their skulls instead of in the back… Sometimes, it was all too overbearing to look back and witness a trauma of the past – especially if it had left an untreatable lesion on the human heart.
open. complete. seven-hundred-sixty-five. coyote form, obviously. into the ocean - blue october. i must be a complete dork for nabbing that first part from tengen toppa gurren lagann, lololol. anyways, you don't have to ask my permission to post here. just nab it and go!
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