Username: PhantomNight
Reason for Adoption:
It started out as a desire for a unique musoka. Then it became an obsession. As Noir came to life, it became a connection. If you asked me now...she has become my friend.
Even if you have wings, you can never touch the sky; and that's because you fall
What is life but a whirlpool to which you are drawn in, unable to escape until it finally consumes you?
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Name: Noir Corbeau
{Translates into Black Raven}
-Because a Raven can't fly as a hawk-
Age: ??
Gender: Female
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(Date of duty : 1824-1832)
Child age: 5 – 13
“In the beginning there was darkness, and from the darkness came nightmares.
But because there was darkness, light came to shine brighter than before.
And from that light we came”
I lost my memories two centuries ago. They said I was one of the first field musokas, and one of the most dedicated and talented as well. However, with my current mindset, I could barely do anything.
“If you have wings, fly. But once you fly, prepare to fall”
They said I used to fly, but now I'm too afraid of falling.
I used to dream, but now I'm too afraid.
I used to fight, but now I'm afraid of dying.
What use is a musoka with fears?
Nevertheless they sent me to a child that time, his name was Ken. It was 1824, and his family was poor. So like most other child, he worked in a factory. I didn't really like it there, so more often than not I was outside watching the new inventions of “cars” honk pass. I watched the remaining horses trot pass, shying from the cars. I watched young ladies in their tight corsets laughing gently in small groups. Then at night I would walk home with Ken tiredly leaning on me.
His sleeps were dreamless, a sign of extreme exhaustion and I was afraid he would break. He did. So together we ran away from his family, away from the town then before I realized it, I was carrying him and we were flying, far away from here. Through the night he slept on my back, and we soared in the sky.
But as dreams come to an end, so must our flight and we fell, and yet it didn't feel like falling.
In the night,
I remembered myself.
I remembered the
happiness I found in children, but also that silent
envy of them. Maybe I longed to be like them; to
forget their only friend as they grow up. Why is it so easy for them to
leave me, along with
memories that could only
haunt me. That's why I chose to
forget.
So why is it that once my wish has been granted I only yearn for the
past? Ken touched me gently then whispered a
~goodbye~. He got off and ran back to his home where he must fall victim to fate, choosing it rather than fall victim to a dream that can never come true.
“...but Noir, thanks for tonight”
“Noir?”
How ironic, that we guardians of the night take on the role of light. And how ironic that as light my name is 'Noir', which means black?
Halloween. That was halloween night; and devils came out to play. It was as if my soul was the target, before I started to walk in their shadows with that monochrome orange black. There were two paths strewn before me; one of light, the other of darkness.
Like
Musoka and
NightmareOr
Duty and
FreedomChoose...
Because if no choice is taken, I am bound here in chains.
Choose...
Because once a choice is made, all will proceed.
Choose...
Because you must decide if your desire is worth the cost
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Why can't I stand in the middle, and watch as the two paths mingle and fade.
Why can't I step away from time and wait for the stars to fall.
Then everything will end, and no choice will be made
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In 1824, I was tricked by the darkness. But only in that darkness did the light shine its brightest and saved me from myself. And those memories which were forgotten remained forgotten; not because I was afraid, but because I let it go. I want to start living the present, instead of worrying about the past. I want to start again, and become the musoka everyone loves and not a nightmare everyone hates.
“Duty. Conscience. Ambition. Dreams. Good. Bad. Justice. Judgement.
If you stick to the flow of time, it will tell you just how foolish these things are.
However, maybe it's because they are foolish that we hold onto them”
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