Information
Sten the Skelihaund
Molly Wolf
Legacy Name: Molly Wolf
The Reborn Kumos
Owner: Crevan
Age: 9 years, 5 months, 5 days
Born: November 24th, 2014
Adopted: 9 years, 5 months, 5 days ago
Adopted: November 24th, 2014
Statistics
- Level: 18
- Strength: 43
- Defense: 41
- Speed: 37
- Health: 37
- HP: 27/37
- Intelligence: 50
- Books Read: 48
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Bottle Sorter
About
Likes:
+Outdoors
+Cuddling
+Feathers
+Animals
+Antiques
Dislikes:
-Hospitals
-Crowded Places
-Strangers
-Noisy Places
Traits:
•Intelligent
•Gentle
•Friendly
•Quiet
I Survived.
When I was young I would imagine that every blink was taking a picture; that I would have hundreds, thousands of pictures waiting for me someday. Today, I believe it would be millions, even with my limited life span. There have to be millions of beautiful photographs displaying my life in vivid, almost unimaginable colors. Unimaginable especially when the last bit of my life has been filled with whiteness, or at the very best, dim pink nurse scrubs and the light blue bedding that was becoming duller by the day. This is, of course, if these photos truly exist somewhere.
As a child I hardly thought of where the pictures were stored. Some inner part of me had to believe it was for my after life. I used to imagine a large box of photographs waiting for me in the unknown. Part of me was always afraid I would forget my life when that time came, and when those fears were at a peak I would blink far too often as though my eyes were irritated. And then, after I was certain I had captured everything around me I’d calm down again, content that those moments were stored away somewhere. They were out of reach at the time – but I imagined, someday, I'd have them again. That was all I cared about.
Of course, now, I am not sure if I believe in any of that. Still, I wish for my childhood imagination to hold some truth. There are so many parts of life I wish to have back. So many parts of life I wish I could slip into and away from the smell of disease in the form of machines and medicines and bland food. Did I take pictures of good food? Will the smells accompany them? I’m uncertain if that was ever important enough to me, if I ever realized how wonderful some things were that I now wished were right before me again.
I wondered, too, about who I had pictures of. Perhaps my parents, young, alive and well. Myself in the same condition, looking in a mirror, beautiful and lively, making faces at myself. Myself a bit older, but not sick, my long hair soft and full, my eyes clear and proud.
I avoid mirrors now, and part of me, in this train of thought, is glad for that. I don’t want pictures waiting for me that remind me of any of this time. But perhaps that is unavoidable. By now my collection of hospital pictures is getting quite large, I’m sure. Tests and shots, medicine, my health declining as I stare at another handful of hair even while still living at home. Those things, though, were a while ago. Now I see no hair. The tests are all done; there's no point to them when the inevitable has been written out before me. Perhaps it is best that I just close my eyes and keep them shut.
Among the dullness and the sorrow, though, there is still one image I love to see. Every day, nearly all day, or as much as he can manage, he sits by my bedside, or lays with me when I persuade him to. He’s good at being himself, at hiding the sorrow that everyone else I know is terrible at. He hides it so well when he’s here that I can get lost in the feeling of his gaze, still looking at me admiringly, as though the cancer didn’t exist and I was still fully alive and beautiful.
And he is the last one I want to see when I close my eyes for the final time. I know he will be there and I know he will still look at me in that loving way, and the final image of my life will be one I will not be afraid to look at when the time comes, and one I will love perhaps more than all the rest.
Pet Treasure
Vintage Perfume Bottle
Old Rusted Key
Rainyday Ethereal Headpiece
Professor New Krown Necklace
Snow Dusted Snoohok Feather
Snooburb Down
Ornate Jewelry Box
Professor New Dusty Thistle Feathers
Neutral Achi
Dove Feather Beaded Headdress
White Long Feather
Shaman Buck Totem
Swan Feather Quill Pen
Winter Chill Feather
Bladed Throwing Feathers
Vulture Feather
Rainyday Ethereal Feather
Frail Mahogany Feather
Cogwork Key
Enchanted SCOPS Owl Feather
Brown Dreamcatcher Earrings
Battered Turkey Feather
Plain Feather
Tawny Ragged Feather
Lockwell Trinket Box
Turkey Feather Quill Pen
Autumn Detritus
Beagle Quill
Pins and Feathers Hair Sticks
Ventura Trinket Box
Red Dreamcatcher Earrings
Blue Feather Extension
Turquoise Dreamcatcher Earrings
Corsair Festive Feathers
Peacock Feather Quill Pen
Fancy Green Feather Ornament
Parrot Feather Beaded Headdress
Blue Long Feather
Quill of Serenity
Reckless Feather Clip
Black Long Feather
Raven Feather Quill Pen
Black Feather Extension
Vain Feather Clip
Elegant Ring Box
Blue Raspberry Fester Feather
Evil Quill
Blue Dreamcatcher Earrings
Snow Storm Feather
Yellow Dreamcatcher Earrings
Delicate Gold Feather Trinket
Irion Battle Feather
Jewel Encrusted Quill
Sinister Quill
Dark Feather