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Ĵʋƨт κɛɛρ нɛα∂ιиɢ яιɢнт; ιт'ƨ тнɛ σиℓʏ ∂ιяɛcтισи тнαт ωιℓℓ иɛʌɛя ∂σ ʏσʋ ωяσиɢ.Иαмɛ ;;
I've decided to name this pretty
little girl Cintra
Ǥɛи∂ɛя ;;
Cintra is definitely a proud female
jewel maned dragon.
Δɢɛ ;;
This silent jmd has just turned
seventeen years old
Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ ;;
Cintra has just one visible layer to the
naked eye, but truly has a few others
to her personality. The layer seen by
most is her strong, never-changing,
confident looking manner, in which
she never utters a word, only acts out
her opinions in attempt to voice them.
In this layer, don't expect to even get
closer than a stranger to her, as she
won't hesitate to turn around and stab
you in the back. Going through the
layers, at one point or another, you'll
come across her true personality, a
sensitive, young jmd, who only longs
for a true family, childhood, and a
pleasant state of mind. A lost soul, if
you will. When she does get upset
though, everything just falls apart for
her. Her main wall breaks down, and
since she can not speak, all she can
do is whimper as the tears roll down
her face. She can indeed speak; you
just have to know how to listen.
Ƨтσяʏ ;;
With a sense of grief hanging in the
air, Cintra continued padding along
the secluded forest path, surrounded
by orange maples. The air was also
tinted with a sense of disbelief, all
radiating from Cintra. Her best
friend, a young male JMD, had just
passed on from a car accident. It
was all her fault anyways. She had
called him on his way home; it
must have distracted him. As she
walked farther into the forest, she
couldn't help but notice a small old
woman crouching on the side of the
path. She wore bones in a necklace
around her neck, and was drinking
something from an old tin soup can.
When Cintra attempted to walk by,
the old woman turned and hissed
"You are very discontented about
something young lady? Would you
like me to rid you of your sadness?"
Cintra almost laughed. Rid her of
her sadness? What was this batty
old woman talking about? "Who
are you?" Cintra inquired, hoping
to at least get a bit of an
explanation as to just what the
woman was suggesting. "I am the
witchdoctor. I can release your
pain, but you will have to pay me
handsomely," Cintra was interested
now. "What do you want?" She asked
"I want your voice. Take my offer,
you'll always be content, but will
only be able to speak for one hour
every year, at one time," Cintra
nodded. It sounded fair enough.
Its not like witchcraft was real
anyways. She agreed to the deal,
and after a mumble of strange
phrases from the witch doctor,
she did feel considerably better,
but she found that she couldn't
speak! She tried so desperately to
talk, but her words just wouldn't
come out. She gave a pathetic
look to the witch doctor, who
then explained that she could
only speak for one hour on the
first of January. Cintra gave an
angry huff that portrayed that she
wanted to go back, when the
woman disappeared into a cloud
of smoke. More tears began to roll
down Cintra's face; it turns out
the promise of eternal happiness
was also a fraud. She quickly
pulled herself together, as she
had done too many times that
day, and collapsed to the ground,
silent sobs shaking her body.
Cintra closed her eyes and
thought, "No, I must be strong,
for myself in all the days to come,"
She forced herself to sit back up,
and took an old satin curtain from
her backpack. She had been
planning to camp out here, and
use that as her blanket. She tore
three smaller pieces off first, and
then the rest turned into two
longer pieces. She then took her
pearl bracelets off, and tore them
both into pieces. She then attached
them to the longer two pieces, and
then wrapped them snugly around her
forearms. A silent tear sliding down
Cintra's face portrayed that these
cloths represented the despair and
the pearls were the lost valuable
friendship she had experienced. Then,
she tied two of the smaller pieces to
her tail, telling herself that the larger
of the two represented the anger and
betrayal in the world, and the smaller
one represented the friendship and joy
in the world. And finally, she took the
last cloth. After staring t it for a few
seconds, she concluded that this cloth
will represent the healing of the silence
she was experiencing. In the old
woman's explanation, she also mention
that when Cintra found a true partner,
she would once again be able to share
the melodious voice she once had.
Δят ;;
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