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Runaway

Burning, they're all burning...all of them are. His kind, creatures that have the same machinery and colors who just like him, wants to survive another day in this eternal damnnation, but they all burn anyways. He can't move, he can't stop shaking, trembling inside out, boiling glowing fluids leaving his eyes for the first time.

"Oh my god, no," he chokes, like a record he repeats his scarred trauma as he watches the dark red soak and drain down his fingertips. Golden eyes that were meant for power engulf themselves in blinding white tears alongside the flames reflecting the burning ones into his darkest memory, golden eyes that compliment the tongues so well and merge into a disgusting image of himself; he killed them all. "No I didn't! I didn't kill you! Y-you made me do it Mother, you made me do this to you!"

Yet he watches the others, so many faces that he never had the chance of knowing, a whole city of faces that he could replace his mother's with, all of them he burned to ground zero. His knees drummed the stone pathway while pathetically howling profanities to the burning city, his blood-coated skin mixing with the soot buried beneath him. He can't hear them no longer, their soul beats, their joyous laughter, his mother's hatred, his brother's innocent dependency, oh god he can't sense him anymore. "I didn't kill you for fuck's sake!" he screamed one finally time before he choked on the tears and black oiled blood, blindly gathering his brother's smoke into his palms. He yowled to the fire, "I'm sorry I killed you, brother! I'm sorry! Burn me too, please!"

"Run...Aurel! Run..." ....

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I've been traveling a lot for the past few days, and over those few days did I go back over some of my character's backstories and discovered my eldest character, Aurel Unknown. He was raised under a bad home with only his mother and "little brother," and one day he simply had enough...more or less that day his mother and brother were involuntarily killed, he became deathly scared of fire and hated himself for who he was (because of his eyes). That was also the day he gained that badass/bitchy side of him lol. There's a lot more to it, but I'll just leave it at that for anyone who is genuinely curious.

I'm internally making a note to work on hand gestures more FITEME

Runaway (c) VegasBerry123
Made using Autodesk Sketchbook and Pics Art

Description
Runaway

Burning, they're all burning...all of them are. His kind, creatures that have the same machinery and colors who just like him, wants to survive another day in this eternal damnnation, but they all burn anyways. He can't move, he can't stop shaking, trembling inside out, boiling glowing fluids leaving his eyes for the first time.

"Oh my god, no," he chokes, like a record he repeats his scarred trauma as he watches the dark red soak and drain down his fingertips. Golden eyes that were meant for power engulf themselves in blinding white tears alongside the flames reflecting the burning ones into his darkest memory, golden eyes that compliment the tongues so well and merge into a disgusting image of himself; he killed them all. "No I didn't! I didn't kill you! Y-you made me do it Mother, you made me do this to you!"

Yet he watches the others, so many faces that he never had the chance of knowing, a whole city of faces that he could replace his mother's with, all of them he burned to ground zero. His knees drummed the stone pathway while pathetically howling profanities to the burning city, his blood-coated skin mixing with the soot buried beneath him. He can't hear them no longer, their soul beats, their joyous laughter, his mother's hatred, his brother's innocent dependency, oh god he can't sense him anymore. "I didn't kill you for fuck's sake!" he screamed one finally time before he choked on the tears and black oiled blood, blindly gathering his brother's smoke into his palms. He yowled to the fire, "I'm sorry I killed you, brother! I'm sorry! Burn me too, please!"

"Run...Aurel! Run..." ....

***

I've been traveling a lot for the past few days, and over those few days did I go back over some of my character's backstories and discovered my eldest character, Aurel Unknown. He was raised under a bad home with only his mother and "little brother," and one day he simply had enough...more or less that day his mother and brother were involuntarily killed, he became deathly scared of fire and hated himself for who he was (because of his eyes). That was also the day he gained that badass/bitchy side of him lol. There's a lot more to it, but I'll just leave it at that for anyone who is genuinely curious.

I'm internally making a note to work on hand gestures more FITEME

Runaway (c) VegasBerry123
Made using Autodesk Sketchbook and Pics Art