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Seeker the Plooma
Nary
Legacy Name: Nary
The Custom Common Neela
Owner: Tribe
Age: 4 years, 9 months, 5 days
Born: July 14th, 2019
Adopted: 4 years, 5 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: October 31st, 2019
Statistics
- Level: 302
- Strength: 755
- Defense: 755
- Speed: 755
- Health: 755
- HP: 745/755
- Intelligence: 251
- Books Read: 250
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Nacho Manager
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Adopted from Written on 10/31/2019
Nary a Worry
Our divinity does negate our flaws, our weaknesses.Power does not sanctify our morals, cleanse us of vices. Even angels chase the highs: that rush of adrenaline, the headiness of the revel, the rush of the thrill.
When the thrills are spent--
All that's left are the consequences.
An angel without her wings will plummet to a rough awakening.
Perhaps it was necessary.
Live like a devil, die like a saint
I want to throw open the skies and dance on horizons, bask in the warmth of every sunrise.
I want to know what it is to be really truly alive, to live giddy and reckless and free.
I want to regret nary a thing, to leave no stone unturned.
Immortality duty-bound is a gross inheritance: power without personhood, obligation without pleasure. It preens itself on self-righteousness, caged by its own preconceptions.
In this state, can we claim to know our charges, their finite time, their fickle morality?
Can we even trust our guiding judgment in the course of their histories?
I hear it--
It is a song of should, a song of was: regret and resent entwined, mourning over a past that could have been. Its melody is torturous, so eerie and haunting; it hums deep in my core, my personhood leaping to join in its chorus.
It is a beautiful snare, one that tempts and promises: it sings of wings and rising once more, of remaking nightmare into dream.
I will not take its bait.
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The wings are farce. Our divinity is farce. The systems we live by will always fall short, cheating itself out of any semblance understanding.
We deny ourselves the raw, the real.
We make ourselves pretenders.
Pet Treasure
Delightfully Carefree Antler
Delightful Muse
Overflowing Basket of Flowers
Suncatcher Figure
Holy Water
Neela Cast Iron Boot Jack
Lost on Cloud Nine
Saheric Mosaic
Piece of a Confused Sky
Junko Entropy Bismuth Sample
Blade of Illusions
Dull Hummingbird Feathers
Clean Ragged Feather
Injured Little Bird
Shimmering Invitation
Exiled Princess Tools
Desert Spirit
Sojourn to the North
Diary of Princess Liara
Boxed Set of Lessons Learned
Sunset Gathered Butterflies
Drops of a Red Morning Sky
Powdered Kamleo Essence
Sunrise Spirit
Sunset Sea Stones
Shinwas Blessed Water
Delish Air Captured Wind
Lost Poetry Page
Delphi Carnival Cotton Candy
Squishy Neela Plushie
Pet Friends
Entreaty
Brother, you judge me... yet others look upon you with similar distaste. Do not think yourself mighty.
Catastrophe
We may have taken Salixa's place, but it was not written in the stars for us to act as her.