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Grave Keeper the Mister Treeant
Orphiadsy
Legacy Name: Orphiadsy
The
Nightmare MontreOwner:
Alpaca_246Age: 12 years, 5 months, 1 week
Born: December 8th, 2011
Adopted: 12 years, 5 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: December 8th, 2011
Statistics
- Level: 47
- Strength: 34
- Defense: 21
- Speed: 20
- Health: 20
- HP: 20/20
- Intelligence: 8
- Books Read: 8
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Kennel Cleaner
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Sullivan J. Reich
I am the rain on your big parade,
the curl of uncertainty on your sunny day.
I am the beggar you pass on the street,
the doubtful shadows spitting at your feet.
I am the wings that let you fall,
the friendly face that devours all.
The statue’s eyes are raised towards the sky, lips pursed in longing, but her stare is vacant, and she seems to be suspended in a position which doesn’t suit her, straining to stretch her great, pale limbs and set down her scale and sword. As this thought crosses your mind a cold shiver prickles down your back, and you find the urge to move on from the woman and to escape the hopelessness that radiates from her.
Your feet eventually bring you to a secluded corner of the graveyard, and you find yourself facing an ancient tree. An old, faded ribbon seems to have been tied around the trunk of tree, and upon closer inspection, you find that the ribbon seems to have been broken several times and retied with immaculate care. Faint outlines of what might have been words etch the ribbon, too worn by the rain and sun to be legible.
As you peer for a closer inspection of the ribbon you feel a strange itch, the type of feeling that breathes down your neck when you are being watched. You whirl around, half expecting something, but the shock before you eyes racks a great sense of surprise out of you, and you find yourself flattened against the tree, the breath stolen from your lungs. All has gone terribly cold, and the sky leeches its color into the ground, where it is soaked up greedily until the world is a monochromatic plane. The sight before you sighs before pushing past you, fingering the ribbon on the tree fondly, claws carefully sheathed.
“Don’t touch it, I just had to retie it last week.”
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Silence has hatched from its egg of serenity and manifested into a creature of leery awkwardness. The dark form has paid you no mind since initially addressing you, sitting a few feet away from the tree and staring at the frayed ribbon wrapped ceremoniously around its trunk. Dark wings sprout from its slumped shoulders, plumage dirty grey and seemingly uncared for. The creature seems simultaneously young and old, as if it had to grow up quickly, or was born knowing the secrets of the world, yet it doesn’t seem to click into place, and you feel as though you are missing a very vital key to the puzzling life of the beast before you. Your thoughts and theories fester and creep about, consuming time until they gnaw at the edges of your consciousness, as if trying to escape and devour the rest of the world, but the dark creature beside you draws a breath, beginning to speak, and your thoughts flee.
“Nobody comes unless it’s raining.”
You risk a glance at the creature, but it isn’t looking at you. You reckon the beast is male, his voice is strained but deep, a thick lilt enriching his words like fruit dipped in chocolate. It takes a few moments for the threat in his tone to become noticeable, like a sour after-taste. The silence presses down on you once more, and you debate leaving, although you aren’t particularly fond of the thought of turning your exposed back to the dark creature before you.
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