I was watching Mononoke-hime, and a thought came to me. What WAS it like for Naganokami,
the boar god, to die? Pretty soon, I worked it out in my head, and I think it would sound like this.
I am a coward. I am deeply shamed for myself. I have fled my forest, the very one I was sworn to protect. All because of that damned woman, Eboshi. She caused me to flee, to run in a cowardly panic, like a common beast. For that, I am doomed to die. I attacked those villagers, they were going in on MY forest. Their arrows were but splinters to me, pinpricks of pain. Then, out of nowhere, a shattering pain in my chest, and I knew no more. When I had finally came to, I knew I was dying. I could somehow survive, if I left. A heat, a hatred whirlwind of thoughts told me. One of my most predominant thoughts was "What would Okoto-sama think?" So I fled, running far to the east. After a while, it became an obsession. I didn't need to eat, to sleep. A white hot hatred burned its way in with that bullet. Flames grew inside me, threatened to overflow. I kept them at bay, knew that I would never become a demon. Then, one day, after being pushed out of another forest by the humans, the wall I was building for the flames broke. They spilled over, rushing through my soul, splintering it. They forced its way through my skin, as the flames personified themselves as my fur, now a disgusting piece of worms. I lost my ability to speak, I only screamed. I left a trail of destruction where ever I went. Everything died in my trail. I went farther east, pushing myself, losing my boar shape, becoming a Tatarigami, my shape a giant insect like creature, legs coming and going as they pleased. I left a plush forest, now nothing but withered stumps thanks to me, and saw a village. Humans. I wanted to kill them all. I tried, but this one boy stopped me. I fell on him with my psuedo leg, cursing him. A wise woman tried to calm me, I would notbe calmed. They all would know my pain and hatred very soon.
Scary? Terrible? Good? Would ya mind tellin' me?
the boar god, to die? Pretty soon, I worked it out in my head, and I think it would sound like this.
I am a coward. I am deeply shamed for myself. I have fled my forest, the very one I was sworn to protect. All because of that damned woman, Eboshi. She caused me to flee, to run in a cowardly panic, like a common beast. For that, I am doomed to die. I attacked those villagers, they were going in on MY forest. Their arrows were but splinters to me, pinpricks of pain. Then, out of nowhere, a shattering pain in my chest, and I knew no more. When I had finally came to, I knew I was dying. I could somehow survive, if I left. A heat, a hatred whirlwind of thoughts told me. One of my most predominant thoughts was "What would Okoto-sama think?" So I fled, running far to the east. After a while, it became an obsession. I didn't need to eat, to sleep. A white hot hatred burned its way in with that bullet. Flames grew inside me, threatened to overflow. I kept them at bay, knew that I would never become a demon. Then, one day, after being pushed out of another forest by the humans, the wall I was building for the flames broke. They spilled over, rushing through my soul, splintering it. They forced its way through my skin, as the flames personified themselves as my fur, now a disgusting piece of worms. I lost my ability to speak, I only screamed. I left a trail of destruction where ever I went. Everything died in my trail. I went farther east, pushing myself, losing my boar shape, becoming a Tatarigami, my shape a giant insect like creature, legs coming and going as they pleased. I left a plush forest, now nothing but withered stumps thanks to me, and saw a village. Humans. I wanted to kill them all. I tried, but this one boy stopped me. I fell on him with my psuedo leg, cursing him. A wise woman tried to calm me, I would notbe calmed. They all would know my pain and hatred very soon.
Scary? Terrible? Good? Would ya mind tellin' me?
