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I WILL COUNT DOWN TO THE FINAL DEMISE,


I WILL COUNT DOWN TO THE SKYFALL

Weltr
OWNER SNAKES1
NAME SKYFALL
AFFILATION N/A
AGE 5 YEARS
GENDER FEMALE
SPECIES/BREED FELIS CATUS, RUSSIAN BLUE
ORIENTATION DARK
SEXUALITY BISEXUAL
PARTNER N/A
ROMANTIC INTEREST N/A


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MY SORROW IS NOW TREASURED GOLD

I heard the coughing coming from inside the den, the scent of sickness and death drifting forth from the undergrowth as I padded fowards, a skinny, worthless rodent hanging from my blemished jaws. My mother had been ill with a strange illness that had come forth after she had been bitten by a rat, presumably the plague or some other terminal disease. "Shh, it's okay" A male voice whispered, another voice sobbing "She's gone, I won't feel her soft fur, I won't hear her sweet voice, she's dead" "What's happened?"

I asked with innocence, my eyes round with curiosity, tears slowly filling up my eyes as my gaze wandered to my mother's lifeless, colorless body. "She's dead" My father sighed, his tail wrapping around my sister's shuddering, trembling body.

That's the day when it all changed.

I was lonely, I was unloved, I was left out.

My own family preferred my sister over me, I was never good enough.Emotional moribund followed my ways, I considered taking my own life, I was taunted, I was played like a puppet. I was there for others just to rip to shreds, a traumatized mind-lave that was used for other's personal gain.

Anyways, back to the story.

I was walking through the marshy woods, mist swirling in the heavy air. My beloved companion, Griefsong, was beside me, her dark gray pelt camouflaging with the dark background, one lonely star above us. I was always sensitive to my mother being brought up, and my sister's teasing of me being unwanted or unloved.

"You know, you don't always have to listen to your sister." Griefsong suddenly mewed, her statement out of the blue.

"We were talking about nothing. Now we're talking about my sister?" I growled, my colorless, blind eyes narrowing.

"Well you know-" Then she yelped with agony, my teeth relentlessly attempting to shred through her flesh. I felt her claws rake across my shoulders as I suddenly felt her struggle go loose, as her body felt limp in my jaws.

My bones were broken by sticks and stones, my heart was withered by words, but my mind was destroyed by my madness.My anger was free, but my resentment will remain with me until my moribund.

BONES BROKEN BY STICKS AND STONES

Physical Appearance

    : Main Coat.

Skyfall's coat is a dark, deep gray. Scars criss-cross across her lissome physique, and a burn or two here or there. There's a scar that goes right up from her stomach up to her lips.
    : Underpelt.

Her undercoat is a dark, midnight, royal blue. There are very few scars present on her underbelly, but several small scratches are present right in the middle of her stomach

    : Markings.

She has splotches of a lighter ash-gray that are smothered across her lifeless, dull fur. One of her ears are tipped with a inky black speck


    : Iris.

Skyfall's eyes are lifeless and colorless. They are a cloudy-white, but somehow show sorrow and emotion.

MY HEART HAS WITHERED AND MY SOUL IS DARK

Persona

UNDERESTIMATE COURAGE, OVERESTAMATE DEATH
Physical and mental statics
DEAFENING CACKLES

Pleasures, and favours

BONE-CHILLING SCREAMS

Dislikes

DEATHWISH
Aspirations
DYING FAMILY TREE

Geneaology

SUICIDE-NOTE
Final note & credits


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