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Lauds
Legacy Name: Lauds


The Darkmatter Sheeta
Owner: Nightingale

Age: 14 years, 11 months, 1 week

Born: May 23rd, 2009

Adopted: 14 years, 11 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: May 23rd, 2009 (Legacy)

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Stock Worker


I was alone, for so many years. Asleep, I lay dormant in my chair, waiting for the hour that I would wake. When I woke, and the room vibrated with the rhythmic chime of bells I could not hear, I would sit quietly, and run my hands over the smooth wood handles of my chair.

I was alone.

Then, one day, in the hour of my awakening, I sat in the lull after the bells, and I was not alone. Without sight, without sound, I could feel him there. I could feel each step as he drew closer, and I could smell him, a mix of dust and skin. I could feel the warmth of his fingers as they pressed to my cheek, and the hot pulsing of heartbeat against skin as he pressed his palm against me. I could feel the tremor as the cane he held dropped to the floor, and I could feel the prickles of stiff fabric dusting my bare skin. Hot breath, and warm hands tickled my cheeks as he drew closer. In that moment, in the dead silence in my head, and hollow space of the room, he kissed me, and I was not alone.


Lauds: the first hour of prayers in the
Roman Catholic Church occurring at sunrise.


Lauds is not a God, but a symbol. He is the physical manifestation of the hour Lauds; an hour of religious prayer that comes with the rising sun. When the hour occurs, Lauds wakes, and when the hour is over, he falls asleep until the next morning when he will rise again. Lauds is blind, deaf, and mute. A puppet in an unlocked cage, he sits in a chair, in a highly decorated shrine, neatly tucked behind closed doors. The room he sits in is one of many, all dedicated to the passing of time. His home? A beautiful expansive church in Rome, hidden to the public, and known only by a few select priests. He does not eat, for he does not need to. He does not leave his chair, for he can not see where he is going, and fears he will get lost. Lauds is alone, completely alone. At least, that is, until he met Nigh.

"...and I was not alone."


Likes--

--Dislikes

Fresh spring water

The smell of lilies

The warmth of Nigh's jacket		The bells that chime

The cold of winter

Waking up alone

Pet Treasure


Time Matter

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