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Luna
Legacy Name: Chorus_187
The
Arid FeliOwner:
GerudoAge: 14 years, 10 months, 2 weeks
Born: June 19th, 2009
Adopted: 13 years, 3 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: January 25th, 2011
Statistics
- Level: 126
- Strength: 315
- Defense: 316
- Speed: 311
- Health: 314
- HP: 311/314
- Intelligence: 50
- Books Read: 50
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Minion Breeder
Thank you ARE for letting me adopt her!
Chorus has inspired me to do something unexpected. To me Chorus brings into mind the picture of cats sitting on a fence and singing to the moon as if it were a giant bowl of milk placed in the sky just beyond their reach.
A small cloud of mist danced leisurely across the rooftops that had been painted silver by the light of the full moon. The mist was strange in it's own right as it wasn't even the proper time for a mist to be floating about, however it was there nonetheless. Stranger still, was the fact that it seemed to alight on the top of a fence and as it did it was no longer a mist, but a white cat.
With the cat came a lovely sound. Like the tinkering of a tiny wind-chime but a hundred times more delicate and lovely. The name the townsfolk gave her was Chorus, given to her for the lovely voice she was gifted with. She was a curiosity of the city who appeared on a different fence within the borders every full moon.
She never missed a single one.
She gave a wide yawn and stretched out, sliding her front paws out in front of her while arching her back and kneading the wood with her claws. It felt good to be solid once more.
She would have liked to wander and waste time all night, feeling the solid ground beneath her, but she desired something much more.
The moon sat bright in the night sky, proud and full as the stars glimmered softly like a drape cast over to focus it's light towards the earth. Chorus cast her bright pale pink eyes towards it with an expression that glimmered with the reflection of her view. It seemed so close that she should have been able to reach out and touch it. She tried, lifting her paw eagerly and mewling softly when she couldn't. She decided that she would just have to urge it closer once more.
You see, Chorus' one true wish was to drink of the moon. It's pale light wafted the scent of the sweetest cream towards her and she wanted nothing but to drink her fill of it's milk.
Most would argue that there is no milk on the moon. Most would also argue that there is no such being as the strange cat that appears out of mist with a voice that makes you fall in love with her. Most would also argue that the moon did not truly draw closer when she sang, it had to be a trick of the light, but it really did draw nearer, she was real and...the moon did have milk.
She licked herself, calming her nerves and preparing. Then she settled, looked up and opened her mouth.
It was the voice of an angel. Anyone who could hear her, had to stop and listen.
Her notes swirled around everything carrying much farther than should have been possible, but still remaining soft, sweet and gentle. They rose up, dancing and gaining height until they ascended to the heavens. Her form glowed in the purest of whites as she let her heart out and voiced her desires. The moon! She wanted to taste the purest and sweetest of dishes, she wished to wet her whiskers in the moons pale light and she would not rest until she did.
The people caught in her voice would go home, moving sluggishly as they heard her song. To them it was the sweetest of lullabies. They relived their sweetest memories and she lulled them off to a sleep filled with wonders. To the moon, it incited feelings. It wanted to give the sweet innocent cat it's bounty and slowly, ever so gently it drew closer with each concert.
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ARE for letting me adopt her!Chorus has inspired me to do something unexpected. To me Chorus brings into mind the picture of cats sitting on a fence and singing to the moon as if it were a giant bowl of milk placed in the sky just beyond their reach.
A small cloud of mist danced leisurely across the rooftops that had been painted silver by the light of the full moon. The mist was strange in it's own right as it wasn't even the proper time for a mist to be floating about, however it was there nonetheless. Stranger still, was the fact that it seemed to alight on the top of a fence and as it did it was no longer a mist, but a white cat.
With the cat came a lovely sound. Like the tinkering of a tiny wind-chime but a hundred times more delicate and lovely. The name the townsfolk gave her was Chorus, given to her for the lovely voice she was gifted with. She was a curiosity of the city who appeared on a different fence within the borders every full moon.
She never missed a single one.
She gave a wide yawn and stretched out, sliding her front paws out in front of her while arching her back and kneading the wood with her claws. It felt good to be solid once more.
She would have liked to wander and waste time all night, feeling the solid ground beneath her, but she desired something much more.
The moon sat bright in the night sky, proud and full as the stars glimmered softly like a drape cast over to focus it's light towards the earth. Chorus cast her bright pale pink eyes towards it with an expression that glimmered with the reflection of her view. It seemed so close that she should have been able to reach out and touch it. She tried, lifting her paw eagerly and mewling softly when she couldn't. She decided that she would just have to urge it closer once more.
You see, Chorus' one true wish was to drink of the moon. It's pale light wafted the scent of the sweetest cream towards her and she wanted nothing but to drink her fill of it's milk.
Most would argue that there is no milk on the moon. Most would also argue that there is no such being as the strange cat that appears out of mist with a voice that makes you fall in love with her. Most would also argue that the moon did not truly draw closer when she sang, it had to be a trick of the light, but it really did draw nearer, she was real and...the moon did have milk.
She licked herself, calming her nerves and preparing. Then she settled, looked up and opened her mouth.
It was the voice of an angel. Anyone who could hear her, had to stop and listen.
Her notes swirled around everything carrying much farther than should have been possible, but still remaining soft, sweet and gentle. They rose up, dancing and gaining height until they ascended to the heavens. Her form glowed in the purest of whites as she let her heart out and voiced her desires. The moon! She wanted to taste the purest and sweetest of dishes, she wished to wet her whiskers in the moons pale light and she would not rest until she did.
The people caught in her voice would go home, moving sluggishly as they heard her song. To them it was the sweetest of lullabies. They relived their sweetest memories and she lulled them off to a sleep filled with wonders. To the moon, it incited feelings. It wanted to give the sweet innocent cat it's bounty and slowly, ever so gently it drew closer with each concert.
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Pet Treasure
Mystical Orb of the Gods
Cut Crystal Moon
Yellow Man in the Moon Plushie
Mark of Luna
Partially Full Glass of Milk
Full Moon Sticker
Our Neighbor Atebus
Banshee Screeching Wail
Bottled Moon
Banshee Sleepless Night
Moonos
Cream Potion
Daytime Moon
Milk
Moon Fruit
Moon Plushie