Understand the word ruthless. Some think it means 'mean.' It's not about being mean. It's about seeing the bright, clear line that leads from A to B. The line that goes from motive to means. Beginning to end. It's about seeing that bright, clear line and not caring about anything but the beautiful fact that you can see the solution. Not caring about anything else but the perfection of it.
The Bright Clear Line (Dragon Ball - Animorphs)
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The Awakening - Part 1
You don't have a name.
The lack of the information bites at you, because you know on a fundamental level that you should have a name, your identity should be fixed, built upon that cornerstone. Yet when you look within, trying to remember something of how or what you are all you receive is confusion upon pulses of sensation and imagery you have no context for and which feel alien to you.
Who are you? You don't know.
The first thing you remember was a sense of awareness, of energy and vitality burning through your being and with that the ability or perhaps more accurately the incentive to think. Before waking their was nothing but a taut coldness, your were but there was nothing of you. No thought and no desire. Little sensation or awareness of your surroundings beyond solid, absolute immobility. That time held you blind, deaf and dumb for so long that if there was something from before the beginning, some origin point of memory or self it withered and died long ago.
The first sight of your new life is a colorless picture, gradients of light and darkness framing a narrow space that opens into a greater expanse some distance away from you, the greater expanse you can barely glimpse restrained by the matter in the way but you cannot see it's end. The space you exist within is framed by hard lines, at the bottom of your perception you can see soft, loose material covering the floor of this place, your lower appendages are partly submerged in the stuff and you can feel from them cold, but it barely deserves the label, nothing compared to the thought killing abyss that was your prison?existence? before. You note that It's brighter in the distant expanse and you can see smudges of white moving across a blue backdrop.
(Clouds in a sky, the voices that are you and fill the shell that is you whisper, framing context onto empty insanity and incomprehension.)
You are yourself but you have no idea what that is.
You raise your upper most appendages (arms-hands something in you whispers) to the place from which you perceive your surroundings from. Your have two points of view (eyes) set into a expanse of flesh with openings whose contours your explore (face). On top of the mass your eyes is set in and which your face in carved into another smaller than an arm or hand appendage exists, its like a ........ finger sprouting from your head, yes that's accurate- those words/thoughts fit.
You tilt your head and look lower, examining the area beneath yourself where the lower appendages of your body (feet) are enfolded in white soft material (snow). You lift a foot and take note of the dimensions and nature of your form. Your being is housed in expresses itself through a medium of pink matter, you can see contours and lines in the material that is you, imitation of or invoking the appearance of muscle, your below the head mass to half way to the ground is bare pink. at the middle of your being is a band of darker definition set with a bright hard mass. Below this dividing band (belt) is a paler you and not you texture (clothing).
The voices that are you and move you babble and surge, shoving compression and framing onto your self until your head feels like it will explode but when the surging and thrashing within settles you can think of yourself a certain way: You are wearing white baggy pants and your feet which rest on/in the snow are clad in black gold boots. You are bare chested and pink. You stand within a cave with snow under foot and the entrance opening into open sky before you.
Your are whole in body but in spirit there are gaps, absences that fester, you are like a uncompleted puzzle (something you have never seen but still understand). You cannot frame the lack coherently but you are less than you instinctively know you should be. Skill, power, ability, basic function. You are a puppet with strings hanging loose, unpulled and You. Hate. IT.
The voices within you, that are your thoughts and perception and the framework of yourself are not enough, you are incomplete. But ..... you can feel something, calling you: its wordless, unable to be confined or defined in the cage of your rudimentary perception or conveyed by any conventional sense you can describe. This nameless indescribable thing tells that which can fill - make whole you exists and by everything do you want it.
The cave opening is the direction which leads to that lure, so you step forward, raising and extending legs and feet, swinging arms for the simple joy of motion. You reach the cave mouth and stare across and white landscape, snow in drifts and ridges of what your mind defines ice are the stretching truth beneath the sky, illuminated by a suns light. The cave you are within is set into a cliffside of ice, buffeted by winds that spiral more snow around like dust. below you and away from you is a blotch of darker color set into the landscape and this blotch is filled with movement that is not the twisting of snow under wind.
A camp or a base the voices that are you provide, rounded black buildings and living beings other than you moving between them. A heat haze rises from the camp, turning the snow that drifts within it to moisture. Your eyes trace the outlines of the scurrying others, things that invoke the image of bugs with many limbs and rigid carapaces, things with sharp edged masses (blades) extending from their flesh, creatures like you in rough shape but lacking your head appendage and the wrong shade of color, either a paler hue or a darker one painting there skins.
The ache within you bites and the lure of its resolution screams at your mind. You know- you can feel that the others needed to make you whole are down in that camp. Three of them. And with that comes an understanding, those other things, the creatures that rush from one building in the camp to the next and patrol the bases perimeter? They are in your way, no more than that they are your enemy, they will try to stop the claiming of the three others that can fill you and you will tear them apart for trying.
Enemy. That's a concept that is different from every thought you've had since awakening, both because of where it comes from and how it makes you feel. It's not a perception from the voices that are you, it feels ....... older and more primal, an echo of something that left you in the abyss of immobile dormancy. And the idea of an enemy, makes you feel ..... your lips pull back from your teeth in a feral grin as a pleasant warmth spreads though your flesh and you hear steam hissing from openings in your head.
It's pleasure and amusement, a vicious kind of both that you feel now. Because in a way you can't describe you know that you had enemies once, once upon a time things tried to stop you doing what you wanted or got in your way. And you know that every one of them was reduced to blood beneath your feet or ash on the wind. You had enemies once, they died for the crime of existing and part of you is really looking forward to repeating that experience with those before you now.
Now you are going down into the nest of these new enemies and you are going to take back what belongs to you. The three fold voices not you but who will soon be you are calling without choice. It's time to become whole once more.
Two of the five components necessary to your being are in place already and this shapes what you can use to reclaim the rest and how you will go about the task.
What is within you? ( Choose 2)
[] The Tiger watches from your heart. His voice is firm, clear and he grants the power to heal. Wounds close, pain fades and injuries are undone thanks to that his presence in the bedrock of your self. You will press on through any trial to get to your objective.
[] The Bear roars with your voice. Her voice is euphoria, rage and she grants a well of energy that does not end. As you rage and feel more and more power bubbles forth, giving you strength and ferocity. You will explode with fury, breaking any obstacle in your path.
[] The Hawk shrieks in your ears. His voice is freedom, movement and he grants the openness of the sky to traverse. To soar and twist in defiance of gravity is your gift, striking from on high your art. You will slip over or around any barrier that blocks the way.
[] The Wolf prowls in your flesh. Her voice is change, fluidity and she grants to power to alter your matter. You can sculpt, stretch and reshape your flesh with simple thought and effort, adapting to the situation. You will use your very being as a tool to move forward.
[] The Ape snarls in your brain. His voice is wit, pragmatism and he grants the power to shape the energy within. You can form blasts, beams and waves of the energy that is your life and spirit thanks to his presence. You will use any tool or trick necessary to claim victory.
The lack of the information bites at you, because you know on a fundamental level that you should have a name, your identity should be fixed, built upon that cornerstone. Yet when you look within, trying to remember something of how or what you are all you receive is confusion upon pulses of sensation and imagery you have no context for and which feel alien to you.
Who are you? You don't know.
The first thing you remember was a sense of awareness, of energy and vitality burning through your being and with that the ability or perhaps more accurately the incentive to think. Before waking their was nothing but a taut coldness, your were but there was nothing of you. No thought and no desire. Little sensation or awareness of your surroundings beyond solid, absolute immobility. That time held you blind, deaf and dumb for so long that if there was something from before the beginning, some origin point of memory or self it withered and died long ago.
The first sight of your new life is a colorless picture, gradients of light and darkness framing a narrow space that opens into a greater expanse some distance away from you, the greater expanse you can barely glimpse restrained by the matter in the way but you cannot see it's end. The space you exist within is framed by hard lines, at the bottom of your perception you can see soft, loose material covering the floor of this place, your lower appendages are partly submerged in the stuff and you can feel from them cold, but it barely deserves the label, nothing compared to the thought killing abyss that was your prison?existence? before. You note that It's brighter in the distant expanse and you can see smudges of white moving across a blue backdrop.
(Clouds in a sky, the voices that are you and fill the shell that is you whisper, framing context onto empty insanity and incomprehension.)
You are yourself but you have no idea what that is.
You raise your upper most appendages (arms-hands something in you whispers) to the place from which you perceive your surroundings from. Your have two points of view (eyes) set into a expanse of flesh with openings whose contours your explore (face). On top of the mass your eyes is set in and which your face in carved into another smaller than an arm or hand appendage exists, its like a ........ finger sprouting from your head, yes that's accurate- those words/thoughts fit.
You tilt your head and look lower, examining the area beneath yourself where the lower appendages of your body (feet) are enfolded in white soft material (snow). You lift a foot and take note of the dimensions and nature of your form. Your being is housed in expresses itself through a medium of pink matter, you can see contours and lines in the material that is you, imitation of or invoking the appearance of muscle, your below the head mass to half way to the ground is bare pink. at the middle of your being is a band of darker definition set with a bright hard mass. Below this dividing band (belt) is a paler you and not you texture (clothing).
The voices that are you and move you babble and surge, shoving compression and framing onto your self until your head feels like it will explode but when the surging and thrashing within settles you can think of yourself a certain way: You are wearing white baggy pants and your feet which rest on/in the snow are clad in black gold boots. You are bare chested and pink. You stand within a cave with snow under foot and the entrance opening into open sky before you.
Your are whole in body but in spirit there are gaps, absences that fester, you are like a uncompleted puzzle (something you have never seen but still understand). You cannot frame the lack coherently but you are less than you instinctively know you should be. Skill, power, ability, basic function. You are a puppet with strings hanging loose, unpulled and You. Hate. IT.
The voices within you, that are your thoughts and perception and the framework of yourself are not enough, you are incomplete. But ..... you can feel something, calling you: its wordless, unable to be confined or defined in the cage of your rudimentary perception or conveyed by any conventional sense you can describe. This nameless indescribable thing tells that which can fill - make whole you exists and by everything do you want it.
The cave opening is the direction which leads to that lure, so you step forward, raising and extending legs and feet, swinging arms for the simple joy of motion. You reach the cave mouth and stare across and white landscape, snow in drifts and ridges of what your mind defines ice are the stretching truth beneath the sky, illuminated by a suns light. The cave you are within is set into a cliffside of ice, buffeted by winds that spiral more snow around like dust. below you and away from you is a blotch of darker color set into the landscape and this blotch is filled with movement that is not the twisting of snow under wind.
A camp or a base the voices that are you provide, rounded black buildings and living beings other than you moving between them. A heat haze rises from the camp, turning the snow that drifts within it to moisture. Your eyes trace the outlines of the scurrying others, things that invoke the image of bugs with many limbs and rigid carapaces, things with sharp edged masses (blades) extending from their flesh, creatures like you in rough shape but lacking your head appendage and the wrong shade of color, either a paler hue or a darker one painting there skins.
The ache within you bites and the lure of its resolution screams at your mind. You know- you can feel that the others needed to make you whole are down in that camp. Three of them. And with that comes an understanding, those other things, the creatures that rush from one building in the camp to the next and patrol the bases perimeter? They are in your way, no more than that they are your enemy, they will try to stop the claiming of the three others that can fill you and you will tear them apart for trying.
Enemy. That's a concept that is different from every thought you've had since awakening, both because of where it comes from and how it makes you feel. It's not a perception from the voices that are you, it feels ....... older and more primal, an echo of something that left you in the abyss of immobile dormancy. And the idea of an enemy, makes you feel ..... your lips pull back from your teeth in a feral grin as a pleasant warmth spreads though your flesh and you hear steam hissing from openings in your head.
It's pleasure and amusement, a vicious kind of both that you feel now. Because in a way you can't describe you know that you had enemies once, once upon a time things tried to stop you doing what you wanted or got in your way. And you know that every one of them was reduced to blood beneath your feet or ash on the wind. You had enemies once, they died for the crime of existing and part of you is really looking forward to repeating that experience with those before you now.
Now you are going down into the nest of these new enemies and you are going to take back what belongs to you. The three fold voices not you but who will soon be you are calling without choice. It's time to become whole once more.
Two of the five components necessary to your being are in place already and this shapes what you can use to reclaim the rest and how you will go about the task.
What is within you? ( Choose 2)
[] The Tiger watches from your heart. His voice is firm, clear and he grants the power to heal. Wounds close, pain fades and injuries are undone thanks to that his presence in the bedrock of your self. You will press on through any trial to get to your objective.
[] The Bear roars with your voice. Her voice is euphoria, rage and she grants a well of energy that does not end. As you rage and feel more and more power bubbles forth, giving you strength and ferocity. You will explode with fury, breaking any obstacle in your path.
[] The Hawk shrieks in your ears. His voice is freedom, movement and he grants the openness of the sky to traverse. To soar and twist in defiance of gravity is your gift, striking from on high your art. You will slip over or around any barrier that blocks the way.
[] The Wolf prowls in your flesh. Her voice is change, fluidity and she grants to power to alter your matter. You can sculpt, stretch and reshape your flesh with simple thought and effort, adapting to the situation. You will use your very being as a tool to move forward.
[] The Ape snarls in your brain. His voice is wit, pragmatism and he grants the power to shape the energy within. You can form blasts, beams and waves of the energy that is your life and spirit thanks to his presence. You will use any tool or trick necessary to claim victory.
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