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 Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 1:09 pm
 Name: LazarusDate of Birth: unknownDate of Death: unknownDate of Rebirth: October 31, 2005 Mate: noneFavourite Colour: RedFavourite Food: Sun-bleached bonesInterests: Sulking, exploring the forest, playing with fire
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 1:11 pm
 Wolfsbane
This outcast lay, shivering, in the cold, snowy streets of Durem. Kicked out of the Van Helson's mansion for being a "freak" guard dog, it wandered about, making the Reclamation Facility its home. The bumps on its neck evolved, becoming heads, with the more he drank from the drainage pipes, his only source of unfrozen water.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 1:12 pm
Solstis Riftwing Solstis Riftwing Could I trade my necklace and bracelet for the mask you won, please? Thanks for your time. ok :3 are you sure you want do do both? ( honestly has no idea of their value >_< ) well, the shop owners said it has to be both to trade for one mask. It doesn't sound fair, but that's what they say, and it's the item I'd like. So if you're okay with the trade, I'll agree. I guess you just get in touch with the artist of your pet and they'll put them on... but I haven't seen a single triune with an item on yet. xd Guess we'll see ^^ OIC - with my limited knowledge it looks like items are fairly new??? you answered my call, when I got that mask I was " ... , what will I do with this i want braclets or a necklace ' I don't like items that cover the face >_< so I agree to the trade :3 , its also my understanding only normal Talahm can wear them, so I get to get one of those too :3
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 1:15 pm
 Halloween in the Year of Our Lord 2005:
The darkness around him was complete, a bone-chilling cold. He could feel the final vestiges of heat in his marrow, attempting to keep life inside his decaying body, yet seeping into the cold, hard earth. His skin had softened, and his muscles had hardened with rigor mortis.
After untold hours, the heat in his bones began to pulse again, a slow throb that awakened his heart and called to his mind. Sluggishly, his consciousness reawakened. He knew he had died, but what had happened? Had he ascended?
Hollow eyes peeked through the darkness, quickly shutting as the light of the moon shattered his mind with its brightness. A tiny whimper escaped his throat. It was so bright!
He moved his forepaws slightly, feeling his body ache with stiffness. He smelled of decay, his own stench mixing with that of rotting leaves and mud. He took in a deep, rattling breath. The air entered his lungs, cold and fresh, cleansing the foulness from his lungs. He took another deep breath, and opened his eyes again.
The world was surrounded by a bright white halo, outlining everything. He remembered the trees, and the darkness. It was all familiar, and yet foreign.
With a groan, he stood, moving his joints slowly, as they relearned how to move. He flexed his back muscles, shaking out his wings...
His wings!
With a start, he felt something... or rather a lack of something. What had happened to him?
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 1:20 pm
Halloween in the Year of Our Lord 2005:
...continued...
Lazarus twisted his head around, trying to get a good look at his back. His neck refused to move fast, and he felt a spasm of pain rock through him. He whimpered and fell to his knees, body shaking. Lazarus stood again, and slowly peered with his right eye toward his back. His wings were nubs, and he could barely twitch them. But whether that was because of the horrid ache in his muscles, or because they could not respond, he had no idea.
Lazarus knew he had had wings before. But... he could not remember why, or where, or what had happened. His mind had frozen in death, leaving only a sense that he had been here before, but nothing more.
He took another breath, feeling the cool air fill his lungs. Every breath was a toll upon his body. His sluggish blood began to reach wearily back into his extremities. Lazarus experimented, twitching his ears, tail, toes. After countless minutes of trying, he could finally nod his head and say that his body, what was left of it, was indeed able to function under his own control.
It gave Lazarus some vestige of hope. And yet, when he focused his mind on the external: the cold, dark graveyard, and the emptiness that surrounded it, all the warmth that had remained within him fled. He knew not where he was, nor where he should go. Wearily, he glanced about the grave he had risen from. There were no markings, no indication of where he came from. All there was, was a small, white flower. Lazarus stepped toward it, his paws sinking into the soft, overturned earth. He lowered his nose, gently sniffing it. His breaths were ragged, but he did smell something... a faint hint of clover and sage. How he knew that was beyond him, but it was all he had.
Lazarus stored that fragment of a memory and turned away. He had to face the world. There was nothing left here. And worse, he felt no fear. He had faced the grave and overcome it. Something, somewhere would be able to help tell him what he had been. And he swore then, upon his own grave, that someday he would find it.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 6:53 pm
November 2005: The countryside was quite deserted, making the young Lazarus wonder why he had been resurrected in such a desolate area. Was this where he died?
It was mainly dirt roads, lined with pine trees and straggly grass that shivered and whispered to him when the wind blew. He preferred to travel by night, as the bright sun burned his eyes and flesh. He found he needed to eat, but plants did not sit well with him. The fourth night out, he found the remains of a rabbit by the roadside, evidently run over by some strange metal thing that had passed by during the day. Or so he assumed, as it had woken him from his slumber, rumbling nosily down the road.
He munched on the carcass rabidly, tearing strips of flesh off with a satisfying moan of hunger. He ate it all: fur, flesh and bones. Afterwards, he could barely move, and had to laze about for the entire next day.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 6:56 pm
November 2005:
...continued... Lazarus found he was stronger after that, and his body seemed to have begun to grow. His legs still seemed short, and he staggered a bit, making progress slow. However, his eyesight was still as keen as he "remembered," and he took in all the details he could about the country through which he passed.
The houses were spread very far apart along the path, most covered by thatch. One was covered with a darker material, but the moonlight was dim, and he could not tell what it was. The windows of these huts sometimes gave off a soft glow, and one moonless night he wandered up to one such hut, clearly wondering what it was that made the hut shine like the moon itself.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 6:57 pm
Riftwing 2005:
...continued...
to be continued.......
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 7:04 pm
2005:
...continued...
He looked at the small fire, its red so red it glowed, with tongues of yellow and orange. The center was white, and it shimmered in waves sparkling with its beauty. He stepped closer, and then looked at the farmhouse behind him. The lights had gone off only moments earlier, and he could wait no longer. He had to see the strange thing they called fire. It called to him, not only with its warmth, which warmed bones chill with death, but also the dance of the flames was enticing. When the fire had been larger, the flames were taller than he, and he sat, hiding in the bushes, watching its mesmerizing movements.
Now the fire was his alone. He was determined to capture it and take it with him. It was the first thing he had seen in his second life that gave him any purpose. It seemed to give him hope through its warmth, and dreams through its beauty. He sniffed at it, taking in the scent of pine sap, ash and burnt marshmallows.
Wolfsbane also approached, but his three heads were alert, always watching for dangers for his master. The fire seemed to not affect him the same as Laz, but Laz believed that was because the familiar had never died.Flames somehow meant something to him, though what he did not yet know. Was it a memory of his past life? Or did he just embrace the hope that it offered him?
He could resist no longer. Though the heat seared his cold-as-death flesh, he reached in and scooped up some of the white and red embers in his bony paw. They burned him, the pain so intense it felt colder than he had been. The smell of his charred flesh assaulted his nose. He dropped them on the ground and tried to lick his wound, but it hurt so! The skin had been burnt almost to the bone, and was flaking off.
He whimpered and stared at the embers that he had dropped. They had lost their beautiful glow, and were now mostly black, with only a little trace of red that was quickly fading away.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 7:07 pm
2005:
...continued...
to be continued.......
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 7:09 pm
2005:
...continued...
to be continued.......
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 7:14 pm
2005:
...continued...
to be continued.......
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 7:15 pm
2005:
...continued...
to be continued.......
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