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Orr has a minion!
Orr's Willow the Happy Tree
Orr's Willow the Happy Tree
Orr
Legacy Name: Orr
The
Marsh CelinoxOwner:
talismanAge: 12 years, 10 months, 1 week
Born: June 13th, 2011
Adopted: 12 years, 8 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: August 3rd, 2011
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
No, it couldn't be. They had no soul. They weren't dancing. They were just thoughtless scratches on a cold stone wall. The campfire was just giving the illusion of dancing.
It was all just an illusion.
Orr knew better. The rest were just ignorant. They didn't understand his world, they didn't understand him. The pictures /did/ dance, Orr made them dance. They weren't just scratches, they told feelings of betrayal, of misunderstanding, and love.If only the others would look through Orr's eyes, if they opened up their mind and closed their ears. Maybe, just maybe, they could /really/ hear.
He couldn't hear the music, they knew he couldn't hear the music, but they couldn't feel the music like Orr could. A tambourine beat hard against the warm paws of his mother, words flew carelessly out of his father's mouth. Eyes peered at Orr almost every second. They thought they were being sly, like Orr didn't notice. He noticed, but he didn't care. He learned not to care.
Orr stretched his paws out in the soft sand feeling the song go traveling through his veins. It was a beautiful song, but it meant nothing to Orr but betrayal.
Betrayal was the first time he dug his claws into the cold slab beside him. He was only 3 years old. It was more then tragic, it tore a part of Orr's soul away. It was a bug, a stupid, little, insignificant bug. This bug was significant in Orr's life though. It was late, and Orr wasn't supposed to be away from the pack. He was adventurous, he was young: he found the most beautiful beetle perched on a willow tree. It was Orr's tree, and to share such a tree with such an amazing discovery really perked up Orr's spirits. He wanted to catch the bug.
That was a fatal mistake. It was a mudslide in Orr's life since then. The beetle dug so deep into Orr's neck that the only way to save Orr's life was to dig out his infected ear drums. Both of them, which reeked of the beetle's satan poison. Orr should be grateful of his parents, for saving his life, but he wasn't, how could he be grateful of those who wanted nothing to do with him? The night before his ear drums were extracted was the last night his parents talked to him, actually, it was the last night they tried to communicate with him all together. It was like they weren't family any more. At age 3, Orr was left on his own.
They were only afraid of him because they didn't understand him. Ignorant? Naive? It wasn't their faults. Orr had powers, powers that were unnatural. Powers to inject feelings into others, feelings they couldn't explain. He couldn't make someone love him, he couldn't make his parents open their hearts to him again, he couldn't make everyone finally include him. He could only inject his own feelings into them, and his feelings were far more then ordinary. The other's just misunderstood.
Misunderstanding was a big part of Orr's childhood. His friends tried to understand, but they disconnected with Orr because they were too young and too free to take the time and learn how to deal with Orr. They had more life ahead of them then their friend who went deaf. Orr's family wouldn't talk to him, they were scared, and they were clueless on how to deal with him. Just like his friends. This hurt Orr, so he scratched into his wall. He drew it next to his betrayal drawing. The betrayal was soaked in pain and tears, but this drawing was not. It was just filled with holes and broken bridges and things that no one would understand. More people pulled away from Orr after he scratched the drawings into the wall. The way the drawings moved was surreal, the feelings they possessed was too much for everyone, too much for their weak minds to handle, for their fragile hearts to take in. The night he drew misunderstanding was the night Orr moved out of the cave. It just wasn't worth it anymore. Orr moved to his willow tree, he dug deep into the roots and coved into the warmth and love of the tree. The tree was all that understood Orr. It smiled at him when he dug his feelings deep into the bark, his art stayed in the tree ever since.
She was the only one who stepped out of the pack. She was beautiful. The patterns on her back lead a beautiful trail to the tip of her tail with gorgeous rings of hearts and designs. Her eyes glowed far more beautiful then the campfire. Her walk was fair and clean, it showed no sign of regret. She had no regret stepping away from the campfire to the side of the cave where Orr drilled his nail deep into the end of the wall. Orr swirled his claw so fast that it burnt a hole of warmth into the cold stone. Orr had never felt love before.
Love is a strange thing, so strange indeed that the first time Orr saw her he didn't know how to react. He was 14, no friends, no family, per say, no real drive anymore. But then he saw it. A set of paws startled Orr awake. Claws extended, one paw glided smoothy in the dirt right in front of Orr's nose. The dirt parted carelessly in the shape of letters. M A R I S O L. Orr looked up, the most beautiful saber tooth flashed all her teeth, like pearls so unreal, at him. Orr dug his name deep into the dirt, but the look on Marisol's face lead him to assume she already knew. They kicked it off. They hung out everyday, every night. The others gave looks, but Orr could feel Marisol's laugh through the sand he was standing on. Her laugh was amazing, it gave him feelings he was sure no one else had ever experienced. It was time, he would bring Marisol to the willow.
Her delicate paws brushed the tree in such a way Orr could feel it's roots shiver with approval. Marisol turned around, cheeks flushed red and pulled away from the tree. The designs carved in the tree radiated. The same designs on Marisol's back. Marisol had seen what he drew, and it was quite possible she felt it too. That night Marisol and Orr ran back to the cave and carved into his wall the feelings of love.
Orr was 17 now. Nothing had changed really. He still had no real family, no real friends. But he had Marisol. And Marisol was all Orr needed. Marisol replaced the soul that was taken by the beetle. Marisol filled the holes and mended the bridges his friends broke. Marisol WAS the heat in Orr's heart.They laid there side by side staring deep into the campfire. Marisol hummed, overloaded with happiness, that happiness found a way to pour onto Orr. It's like he didn't even need to hear anymore, for he had something far more valuable.
The others still stayed away from Orr's wall, though the feelings it possessed were not of pain anymore; no one would know. Marisol suggested they stay away from his wall too. She had a far better idea in mind. All the two lovers' feelings were carved deep into Orr's willow. Happiness, love, content, acceptance, loyalty, all true feelings, all things that others could feel.
Things they could feel if they gave it a chance. Things they could feel if they forgot the past, and slit open the veins of their hearts to allow more then just blood to flow in.
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The reason I'm still living.