#;dark

Day 29 is the Omnisexual flag! I don't have any Omni characters to speak of so I thought I'd draw another of Josh's system members! This angy lil boy is known as Dark, and he's the primary protector / recovering persecutor of Josh's system. He held all of the trauma and brainwashing the Controller forced upon Josh in their teenage years, and carries the majority of the system's aggression. His relationship with the system is strained at best, but ultimately he's just an angry kid with a lot of responsibility on his shoulders.

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There was something wrong with the demon, surrounded by death.

It was not the blood seeping into the grounds from the remains around them. They... were used to that. Nor was it their missing arm. Not their cut off tail. Not the weapons remaining in their sides. They... were used to that.

Though their eyes, clouded, stared into the distance. A trance-like state.

Why were they used to this? Why could they not... feel... the pain? Why could they not... remember how they ended up like this? What happened?

They were walking and did not disguise themself properly, their tail peaked out, there were hunters who recognized what they were... Wait, what happened? They were walking, their tail peaked out, there were... who recognized... what... Wait, what happened? They were walking, their tail... who regonized... Wait, what happened? They were walking...

They just ended up like this.

@dnangelic asked:

' you've got something in your hair. ' amidst the soft, fresh-billowing winds around them, dark's fingers pinch lightly at the ends of her strands. at first he had worried and assumed it to be some sort of insect, (and rarely did those and girls ever seem to mix,) but the velvety sensation in tandem with a closer look reassures him it's nothing more than a small magnolia petal. one that he charmingly shows off to her in between his fingers. ' --- hn. harmless. nevermind, then. '

The caress of a low voice stopped her in her tracks, a feather-light touch gingerly tugging at golden locks. "Oh." The expletive fell from her lips once his words sunk in and she turned around to face the velvet-voiced stranger. Upon meeting his gaze, a pulse rang through the secret, slumbering gardens within her soul where most of the power in her blood had been fenced in.

His striking beauty and his easy charm would have normally flustered her, but something in the very fiber of her being was screaming that he was different. Closer to someone like her - who carried an ancient legacy in her veins - than to everyone else.