I, T h e S t a l k e r, promise to take care of this Whiptail Dragon..
If I feel that I cannot take proper care of him/her, I will contact Angel
or RenaiRoa and get him/her put back up for adoption
U S E R N A M E
Welcome to the Black Parade
When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Son, when you grow up
Would you be the savior of the broken
The beaten and the damned?
He said, "Will you defeat them
Your demons and all the non-believers
The plans that they have made?
Because one day, I'll leave you
A phantom to lead you in the summer
To join the Black Parade"
---the stalker
pleased to meet you. I'm glad I finally get to introduce myself to you.
My name is the stalker, feel free to call me stalker, duque, ateen, or "Unknown." I've been on CS for at least a nice two or three years, not quite sure right now, and I am an artist for WtD's. I'm hoping to become a full artist soon if I get the oppertunity. I own one whiptail dragon at the moment, who is named Mircidus and I'm hoping to become the owner of this handsome whiptail so it can start my actual family of WtD's and so I can get started on a comic.
"She says the clock isn't always right."
pleased to meet you. I'm glad I finally get to introduce myself to you.
My name is the stalker, feel free to call me stalker, duque, ateen, or "Unknown." I've been on CS for at least a nice two or three years, not quite sure right now, and I am an artist for WtD's. I'm hoping to become a full artist soon if I get the oppertunity. I own one whiptail dragon at the moment, who is named Mircidus and I'm hoping to become the owner of this handsome whiptail so it can start my actual family of WtD's and so I can get started on a comic.
N A M E
---Demious
this name that I have chosen for him seems to fit him well. I am proud of it and it's a name I put together for him, used only by me. I think it very much suits his colors, especially his dark greys and his glowing blue gives the little glint near the beginning of the name. Once you say "ee" for the "e" in his name, imagine a shining glint sliding through his name and say it to your self at the same time. "D*emious."
"I just use this to hide my frown, I use my blues as a smile."
this name that I have chosen for him seems to fit him well. I am proud of it and it's a name I put together for him, used only by me. I think it very much suits his colors, especially his dark greys and his glowing blue gives the little glint near the beginning of the name. Once you say "ee" for the "e" in his name, imagine a shining glint sliding through his name and say it to your self at the same time. "D*emious."
G E N D E R
---Male
I cannot see this handsome WtD as a female, he is definitely masculine. Others may see him as female, but what I see is a male, sitting before me with a sad life but as handsome as he can be, he can change what he can and what he wants if he tries hard enough.
"One problem is, I can't change who I am - is that even right?"
I cannot see this handsome WtD as a female, he is definitely masculine. Others may see him as female, but what I see is a male, sitting before me with a sad life but as handsome as he can be, he can change what he can and what he wants if he tries hard enough.
A G E
---19
I was going to make it 18, but...wouldn't 19 fit better? One more year, and he's older than a proper "official" teen. That's what he is, 19 years, 19 weeks, 19 days, he always starts the count on his birthday. He gives himself wishes, and wonders why the world can sometimes be so blue.
"He went through 19 years of life."
I was going to make it 18, but...wouldn't 19 fit better? One more year, and he's older than a proper "official" teen. That's what he is, 19 years, 19 weeks, 19 days, he always starts the count on his birthday. He gives himself wishes, and wonders why the world can sometimes be so blue.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
---Shy
Demious doesn't speak to people very much, especially
if they're really social since he barely gets things to spill out of his mouth.
It's difficult to start a conversation...since he's never really started one.
---Melancholant
Demious can end up being a sad, lonely WtD and
thinks of only the melancholy of others. Though he'd never
hurt anyone, he does recall those who have hurt him.
---Thoughtful
"Stay positive", he can barely say. That's one hard thing to do
when you're having problems in life. Why? Because you're taking in the pain,
you worry about the beauty, but you never fix what was wrong,
unless someone can change that for you.
---Imaginative
With a thoughtful mind, he has lots of ideas, ideas used from
imagination, not yet used, but ready to be so.
---Loving
Though he's depressed, you can look into his icy blue eyes, and see
how wonderful of a person he can be just by trying to make the pain go away,
and he would see that doing so would be worth it.
Demious doesn't speak to people very much, especially
if they're really social since he barely gets things to spill out of his mouth.
It's difficult to start a conversation...since he's never really started one.
---Melancholant
Demious can end up being a sad, lonely WtD and
thinks of only the melancholy of others. Though he'd never
hurt anyone, he does recall those who have hurt him.
---Thoughtful
"Stay positive", he can barely say. That's one hard thing to do
when you're having problems in life. Why? Because you're taking in the pain,
you worry about the beauty, but you never fix what was wrong,
unless someone can change that for you.
---Imaginative
With a thoughtful mind, he has lots of ideas, ideas used from
imagination, not yet used, but ready to be so.
---Loving
Though he's depressed, you can look into his icy blue eyes, and see
how wonderful of a person he can be just by trying to make the pain go away,
and he would see that doing so would be worth it.
W H Y A M I E V E N H E RE?
"He's the answer someone tried to erase but couldn't quite get the job done," my mother would say, as I listened to her speak to my father. I was only four. But I understood every single insult they put on me, everything they said about me. Because it was about me. It hurts me to know what others say about me, because everything they say is cruel and painful. My mother cared for me - looks like father's got the job done, changing her mind into wisps of air and making her believe that she was wrong -...that I was wrong.
I was only five when I ran away, it was a dumb idea, because I thought, 'Maybe I can find someone who loves me' but that quickly came off my head by a glowing object. It seemed to be calling my name when I walked by it. Sparkling blue with dark swirls inside the marble...thing.
I picked it up in my jaws, and decided to run back home.
But that was a mistake I suppose. By the time I was to show it to my parents, it dropped out of my mouth, cracked and out of no where, the dark shadows arose and took me. 'Just believe that they were wrong...' the voice crackled, sounding like a vacuum and radio at the same time. It took me just moments to realize that I wasn't imagining this - it was real.
After my parents watched my little invasion buddies, they gasped in fear, father protecting mother, me standing there, unprotected, avoided as they whispered to me, seemed to paralyze me, and then I started to cry. The tears rushing down my cheeks became rivers and two single tears narrows down my snout and wove through my fur, then I felt them sting me, and there, I saw glows in front of my eyes, hurting me, and two bright blue marks on my snout. The tears burns and then came the shadows once more, squeezing me, choking me to death.
I was lost, lost in a world of darkness. I saw so many things.
Even though I was a WtD who saw things that weren't there at times after this incident, my parents still believed it was the shadows - that I was cursed by them.
They had released me, but no so easily, I struggled. They squeezed against my body, burned me. It burned so terribly bad, it hurt it stung, it slashed, glashed, burned me to the living deaths of
great Mercidus it burned like the living soul of the dead!
.....................
I wasn't the only one who many have experienced this, but I believe so, and wen't on by the time all of this passed.
You see me now, and look at me, and think, 'oh, what a wonderful thing,' but it's not true.
Why else would I tell you this story? Why else would I look at myself and tell myself," LOOK, at the monster hidden inside.
So you haven't?
It doesn't matter anymore. It's been fourteen years.
Could it be....
that I lived through nineteen years... of l i f e ?
"He's the answer someone tried to erase but couldn't quite get the job done," my mother would say, as I listened to her speak to my father. I was only four. But I understood every single insult they put on me, everything they said about me. Because it was about me. It hurts me to know what others say about me, because everything they say is cruel and painful. My mother cared for me - looks like father's got the job done, changing her mind into wisps of air and making her believe that she was wrong -...that I was wrong.
I was only five when I ran away, it was a dumb idea, because I thought, 'Maybe I can find someone who loves me' but that quickly came off my head by a glowing object. It seemed to be calling my name when I walked by it. Sparkling blue with dark swirls inside the marble...thing.
I picked it up in my jaws, and decided to run back home.
But that was a mistake I suppose. By the time I was to show it to my parents, it dropped out of my mouth, cracked and out of no where, the dark shadows arose and took me. 'Just believe that they were wrong...' the voice crackled, sounding like a vacuum and radio at the same time. It took me just moments to realize that I wasn't imagining this - it was real.
After my parents watched my little invasion buddies, they gasped in fear, father protecting mother, me standing there, unprotected, avoided as they whispered to me, seemed to paralyze me, and then I started to cry. The tears rushing down my cheeks became rivers and two single tears narrows down my snout and wove through my fur, then I felt them sting me, and there, I saw glows in front of my eyes, hurting me, and two bright blue marks on my snout. The tears burns and then came the shadows once more, squeezing me, choking me to death.
I was lost, lost in a world of darkness. I saw so many things.
Even though I was a WtD who saw things that weren't there at times after this incident, my parents still believed it was the shadows - that I was cursed by them.
They had released me, but no so easily, I struggled. They squeezed against my body, burned me. It burned so terribly bad, it hurt it stung, it slashed, glashed, burned me to the living deaths of
great Mercidus it burned like the living soul of the dead!
.....................
I wasn't the only one who many have experienced this, but I believe so, and wen't on by the time all of this passed.
You see me now, and look at me, and think, 'oh, what a wonderful thing,' but it's not true.
Why else would I tell you this story? Why else would I look at myself and tell myself," LOOK, at the monster hidden inside.
So you haven't?
It doesn't matter anymore. It's been fourteen years.
Could it be....
that I lived through nineteen years... of l i f e ?
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