Reincarnated The Blind and Deaf Boy

The boy never needed, never wanted anything with his life.

Not that he knew what his life, nor what his world really was.

He couldn see, he knew not of beauty, nor of atrocities.

He couldn hear, he knew not of spite, nor words of tongue.

He needn think much, for he knew no words or images to think with.

The only attachment he may have was the occasional fluffy touch of an animal, calming water, and enjoyable sensations along his tongue.

”What a pitiful creature. ” Those were the words that changed his life, or maybe it is more accurate to say that they really started it.

Unaware of the words said regarding him, he continued to sit in constant silence, his eyes still closed as usual.

Then, the boy was suddenly startled, he put his hands over his head as he rocked back and forth in a chair.

Something was wrong. Something was different. Something made his skin crawl, as if a million ants were grooming each individual strand of hair on his body.

It made him extremely uncomfortable because it was new, unknown, and potentially dangerous.

Every instinct told him to be worried, to kick out, to fight back.

They boy flailed his body around, as if he was a fish out of water.

He made feral noises, as if he was a mother wolf warning other animals to stay away from her pups.

He spat, growled, kicked, and shed his own blood as he destroyed the room around him.

Then he was gone, leaving a tattered room and another person in his place.

Silence. Silence. Silence. Feeling. Danger. Pain. Fight. Nothing.

Those were a rough interpretation of my thoughts a second ago, of course while it is quite a shallow observation of my life before now it is the best way I know how to explain it. Now, not only am I thinking in full sentences, but I have an odd amount of knowledge about myself and the world that I never knew, or cared to know a moment ago. It may seem rude to consider my nature before hand as pitiful, but thats just what it was. Not because I was blind, nor because I was deaf, but because of the things that a person can experience in such a vulnerable state. My name, Shiro Okami, or White Wolf. My age, 14. This is… odd?

I mean, could I even really call my situation odd? Is it in my right to do such a thing? Darkness. It can drive a man mad. And, yet again, I am still being soaked in it. My perception of the world has changed entirely, but something leads me to believe that it will continue to change.

I don like the dark. I want to see everything there is to see, so that I may experience all that is good in the world. I wish to hear all the curses there are to be wished upon a person, because it seems that without a shadow there was never a light. I want to live long enough to experience it all.

God… what am I saying? Its just, before this very moment, it felt as if I had no identity. Now, all of the sudden, Im spouting some weird attempt at some philosophical shit.

[Acknowledged.]

[Generating skills…]

[Generating Traits…]

In spite of that though, I know Ive always been driven by desire, but now Im ignorant to even desire. I want a purpose. I want to make a purpose. I want to understand… why I exist.

Wow, that was… edgy… hey, are these really my thoughts?

[Acknowledged.]

[Generating skill…]

[Insufficient.]

[Generating skills… ]

[Simulating the application of skills…]

[Completed.]

[Applying skills and traits…]

[Completed.]

[Confirming creation of appropriate body…]

[Destroying previous body…]

[Transferring soul to the new host body…]

[Completed.]

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[Admins Status Menu]

Name : Undecided

Title(s) :

[Pitiful Creature] [Blessed]

[Orphan]

Age: 0

Race : Demi-Human (Fox-Wolf)

Skills :

Magic :

Traits & Resistances :

~Tainted Blood(+)~

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”Have fun… ”

HUH?!

That thought resounded throughout my mind as I heard a voice. I HEARD a voice! I mean, at first I thought that was strangest thing to ever happen to me, but then bright light flooded my eyes causing the darkness to retreat.

Eh?

That was all I could manage to think at the time as a room came into view. To the full extent of these two words, this room looked quite expensive and undeniably lavish. An impressively tall woman with fox ears swooned over me, tears in her eyes. She wrapped me in a red blanket, a shade of the color which was as dark as blood, perhaps crimson would be a more appropriate color. It was almost as if she picked it knowing what would ha