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Darcy May has a minion!
The Follower the Jakyl
The Follower the Jakyl
Darcy May
Legacy Name: Darcy May
The
Nightmare JollinOwner:
PawsAge: 14 years, 1 month, 4 weeks
Born: March 4th, 2010
Adopted: 14 years, 1 month, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: March 11th, 2010
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- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 0/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
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[Something wakes me.] Darcy.. Wake up..
[faintly] Darcy! Please, wake up!
DARCY MAAAAAAAAAY!
[My eyes focus in on him, being pulled away quickly by his hind legs.. My name echos as he dissapears from view. I try to stand and chase after him, but I soon realize both my hind legs are broken. A cry of pain and frustration escape my lips. I glance back in the direction in which I last saw him and cry out for him, for anyone.]
Punk!
[My broken body slumps back to the ground. I repeat his name over and over. With each of my breaths his name passes through my lips. With my last and final breath, I whisper three words. The ones I had never told him, because in my mind, I was too good for him. Somehow I know though, he can hear me tell him now.]
I love you.
I mourn thee by dusk
I mourn thee by dawn
Crave for thy gloss
To seek the silent glades beyond
Precious a glance
Thy veils now unfold
Tearfull she dance
Into this nightfall I behold
Grieve at night
Thy bereavement and thy loss in life
Grieve by day
Thy devotion and thy pass away
Beyond the veils of dawn
From where she Siren calls
[Vibeke:] This inside of me,
Inside of me is lost,
Inside of me at dawn
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The sunset seize within as I walk
Through velvet dusk and dawn
Condemned to rise and fall
So grievous through the night she calls
The beauty I once lost
I mourn thee my beloved
Far beneath thy heavens lost
Where I once pale and cold
Beheld thy rarest rose...
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I am Darcy May. [the voice is raspy, unearthly..] I was the single most image of perfection a long time ago. Longer than I even care to remember.. [hacking coughs and gurgles..] Everyone loved me. Loved me for my looks, my charisma, my character, personality. I was Perfection, as I have told you. The commoners on the streets, ha, that is what they called me. Miss Perfection. Such a vain name. I dwell on it, now, yes, alot. Given my fate, that's all I can do.. [heavy deep breaths.. almost panting..] My body now may be flawed, but my mind is still in tact. It may be torn and shattered, but given the circumstances, yours would do the same. My heart is another matter. My heart longs to love him, as it once did. It still DOES, but I can't break the darkness surrounding it. It's impossible. I am cursed. No, not like some fancy, smancy fairy tale. I have a darkness that shrouds me in nearly all aspects of my life. Miss Perfection is now The Demoness... Darkness veils my eyes, my body.. My body is transfigured into something so hideous.. and yet he loves me. He loves me for everything I am. Down to the dribbling saliva that drips from my maw. I yearn to love him back. [...static...] No.. ---lease.. I am no---.. eady. He mu-- kn..---... I ---VE Y--U... PUNK!
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