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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.58 m
Wingspan
5 m
Weight
606.47 kg
Genetics
Latte
Vipera
Vipera
Blood
Myrid
Myrid
Blood
Okapi
Okapi
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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《 HEADSTONE 》 I could feel myself crawling after her, and the darkness crawling after me. 
 Photography - "The Last Rose", Josef Sudek |
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Chills run down my spine, as the cool autumn breeze whisks a handful of dead leaves past my snout. Dead, just like everything around me. The grave markers in this cemetery are in various states of decay, but the one in front of me bears the least wear. Her gravestone, the love of my life, whom abandoned me too soon. She left me here, alone. Now all I can do is stay by her side, and hope that death takes me to the same place. I can’t leave this place; I can’t leave her. My bones chill as my flesh falls away, and I rest my chin on her headstone. Headstone, that’s what I’ve come to be called. I’ve all but forgotten my true name; it’s not the same when it doesn’t come from her mouth, in her voice. I don’t want to hear it from anyone else. I’m a fixture in this place, I may as well be one of the statues memorializing dragons past. Only I’m an ugly one, rotting away, not majestic like these once great dragons. My majesty was taken when she left, all the wind forced from my lungs. I haven’t been able to breathe properly since. Time slips by, I don’t know how long it’s been. My fitful sleep never coincides with a new day. It’s in short chunks, and my dreams mesh with reality. I’m not sure what’s real anymore. Sometimes, she’s alive in my dreams. Those are the ones I never want to wake up from. They’re also the only time I know I’m dreaming, because I wake up and I’m reminded of the loss, the pain that engulfs me. The physical pain of rot, and the pain that throbs in my heart, smashed to pieces. I’m bound to the ground of her grave, what’s left of my body tethered to the grass. I’m too heavy with sorrow, with grief; I’ve lost the ability to move. Spirits come to tempt me, try to steal me away from her. They tell me that they’ll take me to the other side, end my suffering. It’s too good to be true. I’ve chased them away with harsh words, with snarls, with rage. They can’t take me from her, I’ll never leave her side, like she left me. I won’t bring that pain upon her, I can’t. And so I’m left to endure this, the monotony and dire state of it all. They’re relentless, though. One in particular visits me each day, telling me that it was sent by her, that she wants me to cross over, end my pain. Its evil lies won’t sway me. She’d never want me to leave her, we said we would be together forever. We’d never part ways, lose each other. How am I to be sure she’ll be there if I cross over? This gravestone is the only way I know to stay connected with her, as my body melts to ash above hers. Eventually, my ash will find its way through the soil, and we’ll be together once again, intertwined in the physical world and never have another minute apart. The spirit begs me, and I ignore it. I’ve chased it away with hostility in the past, and that only seems to egg it on. Instead, I stare into space, as if I’m unable to see it, unable to hear it. It leaves me alone faster this way. Doesn’t it know the pain that it brings me? It reminds me that she’s gone, mocks me by saying it’s spoken to her. If that were true, why wouldn’t she speak to me herself? If she were out there, she’d rush to my side and soothe me as she did when she was alive, and we were together. There is no solace in this spirit’s ramblings. Instead, I stay, silently falling to pieces. Written by Hoku |
✤ RELATIONS ✤ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬  ??? ; beloved wife  Asmod ; childhood friend
code & assets by archaic #19153
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The wind blows a memory before your eyes...
Asmod says..."...still here, after all this time? Let yourself rest, old friend. You reek of decay, yet your love does not falter?"
Headstone says...
"..." leavemealoneletusrestdontyouthinkyouvedoneenough?iknowwhatyoudidiknowwhatyouvedone
"You should never have shown your godawful face here. Leave us be like the rest do."
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