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Username: Cliodna Name: Cliodna Connoree Gender: Female Last Seen: 1 week, 6 days, 3 hours, 7 minutes ago |
The art is done by me The profile was coded by Jodie Here are a couple of common facts about me: I am the member of femalehood commonly known as Cliodna. I have used the name as my internet alias since 2005, when I was 10. I live in Estonia, which is a small country to the south of Finland. My hobbies are drawing, the Internet, computer games, cryptozoology, LARPing and enlightening my hometown about the wonderful hobbie known as roleplaying. I’m a geek and proud of it. As much as you’re concerned my favorite thing is receiving illustrations of my OC’s. I also don’t mind invitations to frpg’s, as long as they are either fantasy, postapocalyptic or sci-fi. You can view the rest of my art at www.cliotna.deviantart.com ,,So, here you are, millions of miles away from your home. How does it feel?’’ ,,It feels…’’ a hesitant pause ,,This is my home now.’’ ,,And?’’ ,,It doesn’t feel special.’’ ,,Don't lie to me. You are cold, aret you not?’’ ,,The central heating is on, silly…’’ There was another hesitant pause ,,But yes, I’m cold. Not physically, but…’’ Creamy wings wrapped around an athletic female body. ,,A feeling of void? That is home-sickness, my dearest…you miss Subeta. But let us continue our little chat, shall we?’ ’ The request was met by silence. ,,What brought you here?’’ ,,An injury.’’ ,,A wound to the eye, correct?’’ ,,Correct. My left eye, it’s...gone,’’ ,,And how is that related to your presence here?’’ A wishful sigh proceeded her reply: ,,I want to see right again. Ziara is the central of technology. I’m going to get a new eye this month, from the Blackmoon.Inc. …it’s the only thing I’m really looking forward to.’’ A red iris moved slightly, it’s gaze dancing across the artificial landscape: ,,I should go tho…the room needs cleaning.’’ ,,Why did you make up your mind about staying? You don’t like it in here.’’ ,,I only dislike the moon. I love the culture.’’ ,,And?’’ an encouraging nod The following words were spoken as if they were being read off an educational pamphlet: ,,I’m moving here, because Ziara is a growing community with many high-paying jobs and low cost on water and electricity. The immigration rules are lenient, which will makes settling down easier. My mechanical eye will need constant maintenance and upgrading, thus in the long run it’s cheaper as well.’’ ,,And then there is the technology…’ ’ An enthusiastic sparkle was lit in the once tired red eye: ,,Indeed, oh, I can’t wait to see the factories and visit the Steamwork Menegarie!’’ ,,You should know that not all things can be concealed by pieces of clockwork and water vapor. The city has many flaws.’’ The sparkle died: ,,I am going to stay. It is for the best.’’ ,,I...I think you are mad.’’ ,,I am not mad!’’ ,,Then stop talking to yourself.’’ Abrupt silence. A lonely figure stood on the edge of her balcony, leaning her body against the railing, an eye cast upwards, towards the sky. The other one was rendered unusable by a thick bandage running across it. Considering the usual attire of the various beings inhabiting this city, most people would have considered her makeshift-eyebadge nothing more than a fashion statement. It wasn’t. It was a shield, a preparation for what was to come. Ziara… The city was huge, mostly made of glass, and radiated electricity as every flat, every window beside her, glowed with light. Freezing blue or golden yellow rectangles burned diligently, making the silhouettes of lives behind the windows visible. Rectangles under the dark sky, hiding the stars from view and coloring the sky monochrome gray. It’s funny…she had looked forward to seeing the sky from here, since clouds were out of the question on Atebus. The atmosphere was too thin. She had expected to see to the end of the galaxy from here! But light noise from the buildings…the humans, atebians, their pets. Everyone wanted warmth, wanted light and comfort. Ziara provided this. With the fake lights. Turn them off! She wanted to yell, to tell, scream – turn them off! Make it so that they’d be overcome by darkness! If only once! If only for a moment…let people see the stars, see what they are missing, then they wouldn’t want the lights anymore. Perhaps they wouldn’t…and then everyone could see stars at night. She turned away from the balcony, white hands clenched, wings shivering. Ironically her own flat had all the lamps burning, illuminating the disarrayed furniture and numerous stacks of boxes. Her tired mind told her that she had to quit procrastinating. The stars won’t return and the sky won’t become free just from her longing gazes. If she wanted to ask anyone over or to contact the main planet the girl had to settle in. But tonight...not tonight. |
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