Amyr
(#56642607)
Level 1 Wildclaw
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Energy: 50/50
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.25 m
Wingspan
5.74 m
Weight
598.89 kg
Genetics
Antique
Skink
Skink
Antique
Alloy
Alloy
White
Opal
Opal
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
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New tools, more possibilities, and the whole world before him. Amyr decided to join the first caravan that would welcome him, and this one headed east, to the ocean. All the better - he had never seen the ocean before, and grew tired of studying only forest animals. Fish sounds interesting, and the herbs mus- Amyr tries to remember, but his head is killing him. What is this? How did he end up here? He was with that caravan, they made their camp, and... and then only pain and screams, before the world fell dark. There's something missing... He blinks a few times, pulls himself together and sits up. The first thing he sees are the metal bars a few meters away from him. On the other side, a table and burning candles, the only source of light. Before he looks around some more, all the other senses are kicking in - it reeks of death and old clothes and blood here. Amyr hears moans of pain around him, muffled cries of a woman, all echoing. He feels cold stone under him, through his clothes, and this wetness on the back of his head and down his neck... he was hit from behind? If he could only remember! When he turns around and looks, he sees the good half of the caravan here with him: on the floor, in the corners, some crying, some aren't moving. Bloodied, all of them, in pain and scared. Someone... took them all from their camp? An elderly man grabs the sleeve of Amyr's coat, but instead of talking, he just sobs. A big cut on his hip, and a dark pool of blood under, glistening in what little light a few candles could provide. With the new tools Amyr could've fix it in no time, if only... No, but the coat is still on him, it means the tools must be- In their rightful place. Hidden pockets and a belt kept most of his instruments safe and sound. Still short on the materials, but the coat will do... The elderly man first, nothing fancy, but a suture and bandage. Then a kid with a bone. The dying man he couldn't save. One by one, Amyr slowly helps out when he can, tears clothes and finds some moss and spider's web in their cage. He'll worry about infections later, if they're still alive: now it's blood loss that bothers him the most. It's better than just sitting here like a lemon. - Well, I expected more corpses. |
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I love your hands. Gentle hands, not for a sword, but for books, and porcelain cups full of your favorite tea. I love your hair. Wild, soft, golden warm chestnut under the sun, the colour always changes into a darker shade after the sunset. I love your eyes. I never knew such vibrant blue before, and now the ocean seems bleak and shallow. I love your voice, so quiet and tender, and I wonder how my name would sound from your lips. Because I love your lips too, rosy and full of life. You came into the village alone, like a wild cat that steps into a new house. I would like to see you step into mine. Can I tame you? I love how your face turns red, when you're finally catching on with the flame inside of you. I love when your breath is so heavy, when your heartbeat quickens and your pulse betrays how you truly feel. You like this, but will never say it, because it's not real and not important yet. It's only my study of you, and I will take every lesson you whisper unknowingly. Will you let me read your mind, my love? Sickness made you weak, made you nauseous. Cold sweat and shivers, you need my warmth. Shy and fragile, your chains and your fear are the weight that brings you down, but I will take away both. Let me take care of you, don't be afraid of a doctor in love. Shhh, let it all out, let the pain out. It burns you from the inside, like the black essence in your veins. But I will hold you through the worst, I will never leave you. Scream if you want, scream if it makes it easier - and I will purr a tune to help you sleep, when you're out of breath. Rest your head on my chest and listen to the heartbeat. Do you realize how yours I am? I love how the blue in your eyes lights up when you open a book. I read it before, because you said you like it, so I like it too. We are connected, through these thoughts, these whole wordls between the pages. Isn't it your favorite? Read the poem with me, my love, leave the book to yourself - I know this one by heart. Your smile means everything to me, don't you see? I wanted to kiss it, but it fades away as the poem ends. Can't I be your sun instead, like you are mine? I love you. I love you so much that my heart aches, but I know the medicine won't help it. There's no herb, no potion to cure me. I'm sorry that I'm in love with you so strongly, obsessively, madly. And I want to scream, because your eyes are empty. You asked me to end it, but I can't. I am not a cruel man, my love. Desperate, sick, but this is who I am - Caliban's shadow, who knows no better! And I won't share you, my Miranda, and I can't let you go. I know what they wanted to do, what are they doing with every pure flesh on this monstrous island, and I won't let them. I know of their smothering poison, alluring and charming. They will eat you, my love, they will bury their fangs into your ribs and they will eat your heart! But am I not the one feasting on your soul instead? The setting sun drowns everything in richer shades, and it suits you. It's almost like you're standing under a stained glass. I wonder, would your lips taste faintly of this purple colour? |
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