by ~Arokai*Rokujo~ » Sun Mar 10, 2013 6:51 am
Username: ~Arokai*Rokujo~
Name: Neschume ( The Yiddish word for soul)
Gender: Female
Power: Ghost
How he/she died:
It had been a normal day, about early dawn, when Neschume, another earth elemental, had set out on one of many of her adventurous expeditions.Now the thing I must note now, is she had not yet gained control of her element, for now she was elementless. She had crept from the den into the crisp summer morning, which was draped by a moist hazy fog. She had given a final, silent goodbye into the dens entrance, directed in her parents direction. At that point she turned and plodded off cautiously, weary due to the thick curtain of fog obstructing her view. After walking for so long she sat up on her haunches, her ice blue eyes drifting wearily about. The thing was, she couldnt see anything. She was lost. Frantic at the sudden loss of sight she had begun to hurriedly dash about, calling worriedly for help and that she was lost and had to get home. After a good five minutes of yelling and whining she had tired herself out, and she plopped down completely discouraged. The sound of paw-steps made her look up with a relieved expression, but that relieved look was all to suddenly clouded with disbelief and terror. Before her stood a creature like no other she had seen, with a skull masking its face, placed precariously atop of its disfigured head. Its claws were vicious, dangerous looking. And its flank was matted with fresh crimson blood- but not its own. "One two, I see you" It chanted as it approached, making her back herself to a tree. "Three four, run no more" It cooed softly, a malicious smile crawling over its horrid face. "Five six, this is it" Another step closer. "Seven eight, its to late" And now the creature stood dangerously close, hovering over the small pup. "Nine ten...Never seen again" And with that the creature brought its horrifying bone mask down, revealing its malicious face holding its evil intent. At that moment a pair of claws raked down across the tiny elemental fox, and the last thing she seen was the only holder of the element death, padding away into the thinning fog, before a flash of visions struck her. Neschume's spirit rose, and she is now one of the ghost's elementals, and she is proud of it to. Despite her being dead, she's happy.
(I hope its okay I wrote it in short story form X-X)
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x,xxInquisitor,x,x,x The elves trusted
x,That the world
x,,x,xAs it was
x, Would never change.
x,x,,xThis rubble is the
x, Legacy of that trust. ╚
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xxxx,xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx,xHello, Im Arokai, but I also primarily go by Atlas!
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