How long had it been? Hours? Days? Weeks? He didn't know, but in truth did he really care? His home was lost, his guild was lost, his Gravemaster lost, all of it gone, taken from him by his former master.
He was alone again...and when he was alone that was when the madness took hold of him. He and the other members of Laughing Coffin had been fighting off a demonic attack led by his former master. While the fight had seemed to be going Feitan's way along with the way of his guild he was sorely mistaken. His master had destroyed the guild hall using a powerful magic that Feitan didn't understand or rather couldn't understand being how powerful it was. He had been far enough to escape the initial blast, but the force of the explosive airwave had sent him flying into the mountains that surrounded the guild. When he had woken he was alone, the demons were gone, along with his home and his comrades. Now he was left to wander.
He had crossed up into Mt. Hakobe which was on one side of the guild hall and he had been walking for some time now. Again he knew not how long, but what he did know was that he was utterly alone. His cloak was a mess, Ripped, dirty, and in desperate need of repair and washing. His skin was utterly pale because he lacked the sun and hadn't had a reason to really move beyond walking. All of this was due to his trek, but the state of his eyes, his face, and the words that were being said were a direct result of the madness that had now gripped him.
His eyes were wide, unfocused, and yet they saw everything that moved they whipped around in his head when they caught the movement of something otherwise they were fixed ahead vacant and hollow. His face was twisted from time to time in hopeless anguish, in terrible rage, or in utter delight his smile only just being hidden by his collar. If one were close they could hear him muttering to himself "Kill, kill, kill them all. They took it all. It was mine and they took it. Kill, Kill, Kill!" This was usually followed by a laughing fit that made animals flee predators and prey alike and chilled the blood of most who heard it. When the laughing fit would calm down he would start to mutter something else in a sing-song tone "~They took it from me, they took it all, they took my home, my friends, my gold. Oh what, oh what did they take from me?~ They took it all, even my sanity!~" Once more this was followed by insane laughing only to be followed by the repeat of his first line of dialogue.
On and on this had gone for going on three days, and his body had kept moving only surviving on those things unfortunate enough to be staying still so he could get them using his magic. He didn't know where he was going nor did he really care. So he didn't notice that he was drawing closer to the secret location (At least to him) Of the Basilisk Fang Guild.
He was alone again...and when he was alone that was when the madness took hold of him. He and the other members of Laughing Coffin had been fighting off a demonic attack led by his former master. While the fight had seemed to be going Feitan's way along with the way of his guild he was sorely mistaken. His master had destroyed the guild hall using a powerful magic that Feitan didn't understand or rather couldn't understand being how powerful it was. He had been far enough to escape the initial blast, but the force of the explosive airwave had sent him flying into the mountains that surrounded the guild. When he had woken he was alone, the demons were gone, along with his home and his comrades. Now he was left to wander.
He had crossed up into Mt. Hakobe which was on one side of the guild hall and he had been walking for some time now. Again he knew not how long, but what he did know was that he was utterly alone. His cloak was a mess, Ripped, dirty, and in desperate need of repair and washing. His skin was utterly pale because he lacked the sun and hadn't had a reason to really move beyond walking. All of this was due to his trek, but the state of his eyes, his face, and the words that were being said were a direct result of the madness that had now gripped him.
His eyes were wide, unfocused, and yet they saw everything that moved they whipped around in his head when they caught the movement of something otherwise they were fixed ahead vacant and hollow. His face was twisted from time to time in hopeless anguish, in terrible rage, or in utter delight his smile only just being hidden by his collar. If one were close they could hear him muttering to himself "Kill, kill, kill them all. They took it all. It was mine and they took it. Kill, Kill, Kill!" This was usually followed by a laughing fit that made animals flee predators and prey alike and chilled the blood of most who heard it. When the laughing fit would calm down he would start to mutter something else in a sing-song tone "~They took it from me, they took it all, they took my home, my friends, my gold. Oh what, oh what did they take from me?~ They took it all, even my sanity!~" Once more this was followed by insane laughing only to be followed by the repeat of his first line of dialogue.
On and on this had gone for going on three days, and his body had kept moving only surviving on those things unfortunate enough to be staying still so he could get them using his magic. He didn't know where he was going nor did he really care. So he didn't notice that he was drawing closer to the secret location (At least to him) Of the Basilisk Fang Guild.