[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 380px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial; line-height: 12px; text-transform: lowercase]the first time had been dull. he had already become accustomed to the stabbing pain in his heart. there was nothing to be felt. a faint discomfort, yes, but otherwise...emptiness. the blackness had been welcome that time. the second time was blurry. a violent struggle, and then that tiny, self-doubting voice: why, it questioned. why go on like this? a second's hesitation, and then his life was painted crimson and in a violent spurt...gone.
the third time had held purpose. a family member, a prized possession...but the details were blurry. his third death was uninspiring, a dull existence until he had headed into the light and once again, darkness consumed him. and now here he was, in existence yet again. by what cruel twist of fate did he have to be brought back here three times? what had he done that was so terribly wrong that he was yet again pulled to the surface?
lovino had once read a philosopher's work. it had been an old, castaway thing, something to pass by time. he barely remembered the contents, but the author had been jean paul sartre. french. and the line that had stood out to him most? "hell is other people". why he was dragged up again and again into hell, he didn't know, but he assumed there had to be a reason. if he had to search the ends of this universe to find that reason, to secure his peace, then he would do so.
where would he start this search, though? as of right now, he had no interest in returning to boneclan. he had made some wonderful memories there, yes, but it had also been the source of his troubles. sang, hysteria, even tacita in time. his children...no, he didn't want to have a daily reminder of that pain. he couldn't return to boneclan, not so soon. instead, lovino decided on bloodclan. he hadn't minded the clan too much the last time he had been there, but he hadn't stayed around too long either. it would be a nice place to rest up, maybe just...start anew.
lovino smiled slightly as he approached the borders, the rotten scent bringing back hazy memories of the time he had spent in the desert wasteland. ah, would there be anyone he knew? he doubted it. even if there were, well, who knew if he would actually remember them? his memories were rather blurry in the first place. his kids, his parents, and of course, sang, but anyone else? no, the thrice-reincarnated male doubted he'd remember them.
pushing the thoughts of the past out of his mind, the tiger would take a seat midway in-between a rotting deer carcass and a rabbit skeleton, waiting for someone to come and greet him.
[spoiler=TAGS.][color=white]battle status
Health | [size=1]100%[/size]
Evasiveness | [size=1]75%[/size]
Accuracy | [size=1]75%[/size]
Speed | [size=1]75%[/size]
Strength | [size=1]80%[/size]
Powers | [size=1]90%[/size]
[color=white]battle tags
Physically | [size=1]90%[/size]
Mentally | [size=1]90%[/size]
Weapons | [size=1]none currently wielded[/size]
Injuries | [size=1]none[/size]
Open To | [size=1]injury, extreme injury[/size]
Closed To | [size=1]kill, capture, rape, permanent injury[/size]
[color=white]powers
Mastered | [size=1]all free powers[/size]
Mastering | [size=1]none[/size]
Still Working On | [size=1]none[/size]
[color=white]general information
Lovino Reaver | thirty-eight months | ages one month every 100 posts | account started at thirty-eight months | male | Bengal tiger | boneclan | citizen | violently overprotective | blunt and crass | overly defensive | violent | mistrusting
[color=white]relationship information
hysteria xx tacita | male | homosexual | demiromantic | ex-husband to sangfroidthrasher | ex-partner to breeze | father to alejandro | sworn enemies with ululare