zerohour wrote:Username: Zerohour
Name: Asmodeus
Gender: Male
Age: 132 years
Art/Story:Light. He'd never known the meaning of the word, locked away in the depths as he'd been. For years and years he'd... well, lived wasn't the word for it. Survived. Endured, perhaps, but in any case, he'd gone on without truly living. Each day was the same in this realm of darkness: he ate when he was hungry, slept when he was tired, with no concept of the passing of time. He must have had parents, somehow, somewhere, but he never knew them. Language was a foreign thing to him, as he was the only one of his kind in the abyss, until, one fateful day, voices lured him from his hiding place. Two young colts had dared each other to explore the depths, and were slowly but steadily approaching him. He had no way of knowing what they were saying, but their joyous laughter called to him, and he found himself wandering from his home for the first time in his life.
What he found completely overthrew life as he knew it- these strange noisy creatures were like him! He showed himself to them, curious, and was even more puzzled when they fled from him in fear. What did they have to be afraid of? He was one of the least intimidating creatures in the entire abyss! So he returned to his home, returning periodically to the place he'd seen his fellow creatures, until finally they returned. But these were not the same adventurous foals he'd last seen. These were full-grown adults, and though he was much larger than any of them, they had numbers on their side. They saw him as some monster, some beast to be feared, and approached with the full intention of chasing him off. Yet, one bold young female pleaded for just a moment to question the stranger. He had no clue what her noises meant, of course, but something about his gentle, shy demeanor was enough to convince them that he was, indeed, a fellow Guardian. The gentle giant was fascinated by the others, trailing after them for a while before becoming frightened and darting away. Slowly, as days turned to months, the persistent Guardians were finally able to coax him to brighter waters. He was enthralled by the bright lights, and though some shunned him, others were friendly enough to help; though, really, what they thought of him didn't matter. He was so enthralled by the new-found light that nothing could chase him away.
Where the Guardian used to live: To this day, is isn't quite sure how he wound up there, or even how long it had been his home, but for years he had dwelled deep in an abyss. It was a realm of complete and utter darkness, where few attempted to live and even fewer survived. Of the monsters there, he was probably the least terrifying, but that didn't stop others from being scared of him. Many thought he was some sort of ghost, a demon, even undead. For at the very bottom of the pit was the skeleton of a whale, the gleaming white bones settled deep into the mud. He lived among the rib-cage of the massive beast, his skeletal markings surprisingly helpful in blending in. A bit macabre, yes, but it saved his life more than once. Needless to say, once he saw the glory of the sun, he had no intention of going back.
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