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Ciel et la Lune has a minion!

Dahlia the Lacrimosa

Ciel et la Lune
Legacy Name: Ciel et la Lune

The

Bloodred Keeto
Owner:

EAceofspades

Age: 14 years, 2 weeks

Born: April 17th, 2010

Adopted: 14 years, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: April 17th, 2010

Nominate Pet for Spotlight

Statistics

Level: 17
Strength: 18
Defense: 17
Speed: 17
Health: 16
HP: 16/16
Intelligence: 9
Books Read: 8
Food Eaten: 10
Job: Graveyard Shift Errand Runner

Name: Sora. Duh.

Age: 23

Appearance: Well, before I got turned into a thing with ears and a tail,*sigh*, I use to have just amazing black spikey hair and green eyes, but now one is red, thank you very fucking much. I still have all my looks, but now with the misconception of a dog... shit my life sucks. Standing at a tall 6"7 and broad shouldered, he wears a coy smirk on his tan, chisled face.

Personality:

Story:

(work in progress)

The moon hung over low in the sky, casting an eerie wind over a small town only known as Woe. Sora, a boy of many talents and persuasions, walked the desolite streets searching for something to do on that night. Trying to find his sanctuary in the world that had abondoned hope a long time before the universe ever thought of spitting out his being. He was a well boy of 23, being tall and broad shouldered, the embers of his blue eyes shining through the black mop ove hair that hung in his eyes, it spiked high over his head and keeping off the nape of his neck.
He had always been a good-hearted person, but he seriously lacked the capactiy to care for people, much less be friendly with him, but yet, over his course of life, he had aquired a girl by the name Luna.

Sora had always loved her, but kept his affections aside, knowing that if she knew, that she would cast him out of her life forever. He was all alone in the world, spending his days sleeping, and his nights roaming the streets and drinking, hoping to keep thoughts of her away.Whispered words of self-pity hung on his lips and a bottle of Hennesey was being held in his hands as he walked down the street, his being clothed in a rugged leather jacket, torn jeans, and black sandals, his hair spiked over his head high, and a lone tear going down his cheek.
I never wanted this, he thought as he lifted the bottle to his lips and drank the acidic poison down,all I wanted was her.
He was alone, and he had a dreadful feeling inside him it would always stay like that.

"You there, with the nice hair and alcohol, come here." a honey voice called from behind, making him whip around.
"Yeah, you." it said again, this time from the shadows.
He turned his attention fully to them, the shadows themself shifting and moving, and he rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasnt dreaming or just really drunk.
Out of the shadows walked a woman. She had long flowing blonde hair and piercing grey eyes that shone in the dark. She was clad in all black, like Sora, but she seemed not to be dressed in clothing, but in the darkness and shadows themselves. She was a goddess, only a form of pure beauty that was too overwhelming...or it could've been the alcohol.
There was definetly something unnatural about her, her being in itself not completly right."Hi." he said in shock, a bit of alcohol dripping off of his chin, and she gracefully floated over to him, using her finger to wipe it off, and stuck her finger in her mouth.
"Must not waste that special of a thing, love." she said, eyeing him thoughtfully as she said it. There was a way she had walked over to him, her feet covered in shadows as well, but he never saw her foot move.
He was usually a smart person, book smarts and common sense, and every part of him screamed to get away from her, but the alcohol and self-pity left him rendered senseless, and again, alone, longing for a little compainionship.
She tilted her head slightly, her blonde hair falling into one of her eyes."You seem so alone tonight. You mind if we walk together? I dont feel like being alone." she asked, batting her eyes at him.
He was so dumbstruck, that he couldnt speak, only nod his head fastly, enticing for her to smile brightly, and she floated next to him, wrapping her arm with his own, looking up and swooning to him, walking him over to an alleyway down the street, completley deserted.
"Come on, I know a short cut." she whispered excitedly, pulling him into the darkness.His mouth finally kicked in, "A-a short cut to where exactly?"
But all she did was continue to pull on his arm and giggle.
"Just come on! You'll see!" she said, finally tugging once, and forcing Sora's body off the ground and flying into the alleyway, where she was still standing over him, and evil smile replacing the kind/excited one that was on her face just a second ago.
The alleyway filled with fog and darkness, serading his vision.
His screams were lost among the stars.

Luna was laying in her living of her apartment, reading a thick book and sipping on a bottle of rum.
She had this sickening feeling in her gut that Sora, deep, deep, DEEP down, hated her. He had put up with her because he use to be best friends with her brother, but after he had pasted away, Sora held onto the memory of him through her. She tried to concentrate on the book, but tears kept blurring her vision, making it seeming impossible.
With a frustrated sigh, she tossed the book on the floor next to her, and looked up at the ceiling, taking another swig of the drink, trying to forget everything for a little bit.
"OPEN THE DOOR!!!" came from outside the hall, a hard pounding on her door came shortly after it. Luna jumped up, recognizing the voice quickly.
"OPEN THE FUCKING DO-" he continued to yell, but she cut him short, throwing the door open.Sora stood there, his hair more spiked and messing than usual, his clothes tattered and torn, haning off of him, and he was.... smoking?
Little wafts of steam were coming off of his body and he jumped inside, immediatley into the darkness.
"SHUT THE DOOR! Close all the blinds and windows! QUICK!" he yelled, clutching himself in her shadowey walk way.
"Sora, what hap-"
"Just do it and I'll explain!" he roared, cutting her off.She left him there in the darkend hallway, fear and adrenaline pumping through her veins as she raced into the large living room, slamming the blinds shut. With the room cloaked in darkness to where she could barely see, she made her way back to him, bending down next to him and pushing her ashen colored hair behind her ear. Slightly reaching her hand out to him, she touched his shoulder then immediatly retreacted when pain shot up her entire arm, making her cry out.