Anxious
Lethargic - Reclusive - Vexing
Pet Information
Pet Name: Anxious
Owner: Erizzle
Theme / Type: Riverside Kohal
Born: January 5, 2010
Gender: Male
Collection: 4
Mood: Mad
Disease(s): Heart Sick, Bites: 2
Love Sick, Bites: 4
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 10 / 10
Strength: 7
Defense: 3
Speed: 3
Intellect: 1
Misticpower: 4
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1155 [ View Foods ]
Pet Profile
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Doctor's Report.
A genderless being who women and men both find attractive.
constantly in a treatment-induced coma.
cannot have long hair... (rips it out)
Will only eat watery foods.
quite underweight.
taken to long periods of silence.
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Who am I?
I?
What am I?
Well, whatever I am, I am certainly a beautiful one!
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The material world covers up my soul, layers of mud covering nuggets of gold. How many years until I finally sleep? Twice, Thrice, up the ladder I creep.
Name: Unknown
Age: 23
Appearance: Strangely attractive man/woman. Short black hair, never any shoes. Hands rough from some sort of repeated action. Strangely recovers quickly from wounds, including the one s/he habitually gives to his/her eye.
Likes: suede, extinction, silence, velvet, sleep.
Dislikes: Horror movies, loud music, doctors, needles, hospitals... etc.
Worst Fear: Having to go away, again and again.
(C) Everygirl's Dressup
What's happening!? I'm being turned inside out! Fangs, claws? O brutish beast!
yet again lovely work by Stick!
! Thanks!
Anarchy-
One day, I was me, the next I was in this bed. Too bad I still have rocks inside my head. To speak in rhyme is to structure my life, for darkness dwells... to be coupled with strife.
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Soft Soft Suede-
The darkness nudges, "quick, quick, quick", but the doctors say, "you must be sick". I sit and watch and claw my eye, in the hopes to answer... why?
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Magma-
I met a peddler man once upon a time, and he told me stories all in rhyme. That felt like a past life of mine, and now all I do is "feel fine". The heat -it boils in my optic nerves, it threatens to jump and attack the nurse. I like it well enough I guess, to be a sickly hospital guest. They anchor me down and "help" me along, to make me face my native song. I can not hold it all alone, I can not hold it all alone.
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Coal-
I am a hard black rock with hidden rage, ready to burn, easy to burn, trapped in a cage. I can not control it- I shine, I have luster, I lie to pass the doctor's muster. He does not know of such things, that take to flight on coal-like wings. I tried to tell someone once, in a past life I think... What is it? Time to go? The doctor and the nurse, they musn't know. Wings - my friends! Why come so early?, Take me to my home - the moon so pearly. I- a shining chunk of coal take to the air, while the song of a distant shoal whips my hair. I hear it, it comes to soothe my burning soul. It comes to soothe the monster of coal.
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Whisper-
My excursions are but mine alone, and so it shall be for I must atone. My past lives are all faulty, I am remiss. What actions did I do to deserve this? Perhaps I'm forever - this beast, this thing... would bliss I sever? If I were normal turning into a dragon made of rock would not be soothing to the soul. Ah yes, but I am trapped forever in a body of coal.
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Beep-
Well, that journey is done, some how I am here. They find me? They catch me? I don't know - I fear. They get me and take me to a sterile white bed, and try to find out what is wrong with my head. They don't know about magic - they don't know about me. Although such dragons are mentioned through history. Yes, yes. One sentence suffices. Being a dragon is full of virtues and vices. So these people in coats made of long white cotton, the advice of their ancestors truly forgotten... It's a true shame that they do not believe, because once I get free I've got a trick up my sleeve.
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