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Friske
Legacy Name: Friske

The Custom Blacklight Montre
Owner: Paula

Age: 4 years, 11 months, 1 week

Born: May 18th, 2019

Adopted: 4 years, 11 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: May 18th, 2019

Pet Spotlight Winner
May 18th, 2022

Statistics

• Level: 110
   
• Strength: 276
   
• Defense: 275
   
• Speed: 271
   
• Health: 276
   
• HP: 271/276
   
• Intelligence: 160
   
• Books Read: 160
• Food Eaten: 157
• Job: Cicerone

"Coming in unannounced, drag my nails on the tile,
I just follow your scent, you can just follow my smile
All of your flaws are aligned with this mood of mine
Cutting me to the bone, nothing left to leave behind
You ought to keep me concealed just like I was a weapon..."


Friske let out a long sigh. His tall, slender figure did not seem to move, except for the subtle circular gesture of moving the drink into the glass in his hand. Sometimes the thought came back to haunt him, that; like a black cloud that darkened the clear sky so quickly, the thought also fled as quickly as it came. Nonsense, they would not get him, they could not trace his way and, another reason and the biggest one, there was no "them".
His conduct was not contrary to the principles of his creation, nor did he undermine the structural network of that magnificent race, after all. His function was clear: He is supposed to dilute negativity, evil thoughts and everything that was rotten from within the minds in dreams, since he is one of the excellent dreamwalkers — ah, yes, the best of them probably! He could get into dreams, yes, but he didn't like doing that. He thought it was a violation to unceremoniously penetrate other people's minds, change them, forcefully twist them to make them positive and happy. It was all very false. Sure, Friske is a great hedonist, and that turned his mind to the new creative focus without needing much thought. Spontaneous and active, always, the young Montre seeks all of the unfortunates and brings them back to life through the adored lens of pleasure. The delights he can offer, whether inside a glass of a favorite drink, or talking about a loved memory, or the touch of his skin...

Contrary to all pre-established rules — by whom, again? — the young man went after unsettling his fate and make it more pleasing to both his audience and himself, since he was an irreverent lover of life and all its lust, and he attends in various bars here and there making use of his own "special recipes "in new and colorful drinks, lying with males and/or females, sniffing their skins or creating their magic in colorful, bright powders that are sure to make people feel good about themselves and the world around them. Ah! He has no restraint when it comes to exalting and shining that spark of energy within people, he loves to be inside crowds.
A smile welled in the corner of his mouth as he put the heavy glass aside and stood up from the bed, silently as not to wake up the other guy who was sleeping tenderly beside him. Yeah, he can say he is a good soul. He wouldn't be punished for, what, modifying the rules a little bit? He was harmless, right? Their brothers and sisters were the wrong ones in the whole scene, violating those poor tormented people without asking for any permission. Yeah. Yeah he was good.

Night's only a child, after all.

"Truly free, love it baby, I'm talking no inflation;
Too many war wounds and not enough wars
Too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores
Too many sharks, not enough blood in the waves
You know I give my love a f-f-four letter name."

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Overlay by AnimalzRForever;
Profile coding: FallenSamurai;
Background image from Wallpaper Vortex;
Lyrics: Irresistible by Fall Out Boy.

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