[ it's trouble recognizing, the burning desire to not let anything close to black doom prevail, the simple sensation of that if this presence looms any closer than shadow will destroy them in their goal of slaughtering every human that has betrayed him. no matter what, if the whole world is against him, he feels as though he will handle it himself. that's the issue, shadow doesn't need anyone intercepting his goal, and a growl leaves from his muzzle showcasing how irritation of this link. hate, anger and frustration are welcomed, but the weakness of sadness, uncertainty and fear are liabilities to him — those aren't emotions that he feels. his fangs bared towards whatever is standing before him because his reality is a little different from the truth. if there are meant to be dead bodies everywhere for his eyes to see, then he'll make sure of it.
this shadow does a good job denying what's favourable for him, a helpful hand, a show of kindness, anything that he doesn't want. his willingness to go against black doom grows stronger with every second that they remain together, but because his copy's emotions of sadness, uncertainty, failure are as strong as shadow's hatred, some seeps though, small flashes of the previous memories leak through. drip by drip, those encounters make a story in shadow's head — some events with a look-alike that has led him here. despite the information sent to him, shadow still seems wary despite it all.
however, it's his own willingness that sends something back, a response. ]
You do not feel like who you said you were.
[ crimson eyes glow menacingly, brows furrowed, that link slightly shaky not because of anyone else intervening, but because shadow's so enraged by this that he'll cut the link depending on the wrong answer. this has been an issue with him, always leaving, fading away into the darkness. the depths of his mind is like a black pit, the endless tar not drowning him, but only keeping unwanted things at bay.
what's before him is an attachment to black doom trying to connect with him. so again, same practice as before. ]
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this shadow does a good job denying what's favourable for him, a helpful hand, a show of kindness, anything that he doesn't want. his willingness to go against black doom grows stronger with every second that they remain together, but because his copy's emotions of sadness, uncertainty, failure are as strong as shadow's hatred, some seeps though, small flashes of the previous memories leak through. drip by drip, those encounters make a story in shadow's head — some events with a look-alike that has led him here. despite the information sent to him, shadow still seems wary despite it all.
however, it's his own willingness that sends something back, a response. ]
You do not feel like who you said you were.
[ crimson eyes glow menacingly, brows furrowed, that link slightly shaky not because of anyone else intervening, but because shadow's so enraged by this that he'll cut the link depending on the wrong answer. this has been an issue with him, always leaving, fading away into the darkness. the depths of his mind is like a black pit, the endless tar not drowning him, but only keeping unwanted things at bay.
what's before him is an attachment to black doom trying to connect with him. so again, same practice as before. ]
Who are you?