Post by Evil Riddle on Nov 15, 2014 10:17:40 GMT
Getting on his knees, Charles reached out to the water pool before quickly splashing himself with some. The refreshing cold waters gave him na immense sensation of relief. He had run out of water not too long ago, yet the foret seemed to provide enough. Nevertheless, he had to be carefull about what he drank. Who knew if there wasn`t some kindof vírus or tiny hidden digimon in the water. Afterall, he was dri king water he found on the ground, despite the fact it came from the falls ahead of him.
Charles stood and looked around himself, forest covering him. Well, in the way there most of the jungle seemed to have been destroyed by something, even if he wasn`t aware of anything of something that could have taken down so much of the immense jugle that once had been there. Fortunatly, there were still a few packs of woods, including near the falls, so he decided to come hide in there. He just hoped it was remote enough.
Charles looked at his hands, remembering the events that led him there....and everything they made him loose. Angry, he kicked the water, a splash of it, rising into the air before falling back into the small lake. Charles got on his knees again, grabbing the ground, trying to calm down again. Not for the first time, he wondered what he did to have deserved what happened to him, without any answer coming to him, as always.
Tired, Charles lied down for a bit over his cloak. It was hard to believe that it was the one thing keeping him from turning into wild colossal beast, whose only purpouse and desire is to kill as many as possible. Well, if he was very lucky he might be able to resist becoming Chaoskimeramon for half na hour or so from being parted from his cloak, with the only side effect being being turned into a huamn rabid dog due to being unable to counter the will of the hundreds of murderous souls contained in his beast fraction. He wondered how bad things would get once he found his actual beast spirit, if the cloak would suffice to contain it.
But at least now he was isolated from contact with anyone. That way maybe he wouldn`t kill anyone again if he lost control. A burden he`d carry forever....he just hoped the man`s family was ok. What he did to them was beyond forgivness. Yet as much as he wanted to just set himself on fire, Charles knew his spirits would never let their host kill himself.