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Austos
Legacy Name: Austos
The
Glacier SheetaOwner:
tAylOIAge: 9 years, 10 months, 4 days
Born: July 3rd, 2014
Adopted: 9 years, 10 months, 4 days ago
Adopted: July 3rd, 2014
Statistics
- Level: 47
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
i deleted his coding omg. i need a new lookup now since i diDN'T SAVE IT ARGH.
I brushed the snow over the grass and turned to walk away. I didn`t understand the world. How did something so small and so fragile survive in this cruel frozen climate?
There was nothing around here; I was isolated, and that`s how I liked it. I didn`t see why I should be around things that I didn`t understand. Smiling happy faces of other creatures` happiness; Was there even such a thing?
If there was, I didn`t know. I always felt so cold and empty on the inside as if the winds from the north blew through my veins and wracked my entire body with ice. Maybe that`s what loneliness felt like.
As I walked along every day, I walked slowly. I always watched my footprints behind me, sometimes stepping and then brushing them away immediately.
I didn`t want to exist sometimes, because my entire being felt as if I were frozen in time. Every day it snowed, and every day I walked. Each time, brushing away the evidence of my being before stalking back home with my head down.
One day, something changed. I walked out of my frosty home and out across the barren field. A single sprout of green peeked through the snow, and grew up in a small tangle of vines. I touched it gently with my hoof and it wobbled in response. The leaves blew in the gentle wind, and everything in that moment seemed to be silent.I dug out the snow around the little plant in the moonlight and kept a wary eye on it. Just as I had finished taking away the cold snow, I noticed a note on the ground.
`Austos.`
Flipping it over it read in a black flowing print, ``Through frozen fields, comes isolation. From isolation, comes loneliness. The tracks you cover never truly disappear; every step is a memory. I know you haven`t forgotten, and neither have I.``
I brushed the snow over the grass and turned to walk away. I didn`t understand the world. How did something so small and so fragile survive in this cruel frozen climate?
If there was, I didn`t know. I always felt so cold and empty on the inside as if the winds from the north blew through my veins and wracked my entire body with ice. Maybe that`s what loneliness felt like.
As I walked along every day, I walked slowly. I always watched my footprints behind me, sometimes stepping and then brushing them away immediately.
I didn`t want to exist sometimes, because my entire being felt as if I were frozen in time. Every day it snowed, and every day I walked. Each time, brushing away the evidence of my being before stalking back home with my head down.
One day, something changed. I walked out of my frosty home and out across the barren field. A single sprout of green peeked through the snow, and grew up in a small tangle of vines. I touched it gently with my hoof and it wobbled in response. The leaves blew in the gentle wind, and everything in that moment seemed to be silent.I dug out the snow around the little plant in the moonlight and kept a wary eye on it. Just as I had finished taking away the cold snow, I noticed a note on the ground.
`Austos.`
Flipping it over it read in a black flowing print, ``Through frozen fields, comes isolation. From isolation, comes loneliness. The tracks you cover never truly disappear; every step is a memory. I know you haven`t forgotten, and neither have I.``