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- ϴｎｃｅ ｕｐｏｎ ａ ｔｉｍｅ...
This Pseudo has been watched by others his entire life and terrifies most, if not all others.
It didn't make for the greatest child hood, after all this Psuedo was born on fire... In such
fire it took his mothers life and any possible siblings he may have had. He had no great up
bringing and was terrified of his own abilities at an early age, loosing control often and
paying for it by being abused by his elders... His gift was shunned, forbid to be used or
mentioned, the older he grew the more and more he was avoided, hated and the more his
inner flame grew uncontainable....
It was dark when he lost control, for no real reason at all, the fire just got too hot to be in
his chest any longer and those who had scared him, harmed him and forced him into a cage
burned in one uncontrolled night. No amount of his own tears could stop the flames, they
just burned through his chest. Burning. Burning. Everything burning.
The next morning he woke, warm in the sun in a grassy fielded he'd never seen before..
That was when he saw her. The Sun. His Goddess, the one he'd seen in his mind for
years that had kept him sane when he felt his weakest. He did not dare speak for fear
she would burn in his fire as well, realizing his mouth band had been released in his
fit of flames. She smiled though, something no one else has ever done he was almost
he'd never seen from anyone else. She became his guiding light his love, his everything.
His Goddess.
It didn't make for the greatest child hood, after all this Psuedo was born on fire... In such
fire it took his mothers life and any possible siblings he may have had. He had no great up
bringing and was terrified of his own abilities at an early age, loosing control often and
paying for it by being abused by his elders... His gift was shunned, forbid to be used or
mentioned, the older he grew the more and more he was avoided, hated and the more his
inner flame grew uncontainable....
It was dark when he lost control, for no real reason at all, the fire just got too hot to be in
his chest any longer and those who had scared him, harmed him and forced him into a cage
burned in one uncontrolled night. No amount of his own tears could stop the flames, they
just burned through his chest. Burning. Burning. Everything burning.
The next morning he woke, warm in the sun in a grassy fielded he'd never seen before..
That was when he saw her. The Sun. His Goddess, the one he'd seen in his mind for
years that had kept him sane when he felt his weakest. He did not dare speak for fear
she would burn in his fire as well, realizing his mouth band had been released in his
fit of flames. She smiled though, something no one else has ever done he was almost
he'd never seen from anyone else. She became his guiding light his love, his everything.
His Goddess.
Ｎｅｅｄ Ｔｏ Ｋｎｏｗ
User;;PurpleKakashi
Name;;Zahhak
Meaning/Derived;;Dragon in Sanskirt
Nickname;;Z or Zah-Zah
Gender;;Male
Sexuality;;Confused
Wing Design;; Objects;;Bandages, keeps mouth shut
Born;;Oct. 31st
Age;;Adolescents (16-19)
Theme Song;;N/A
Personality;;Zah is a order follower he
Likes;;
doesn't often argue much
or fight against being
bossed around, he is use
to it and likes being bossed
around more than being
left to his own. He can be
extremely possessive
though and becomes
violent if he thinks anyone
he has deemed "his" is
uncomfortable in anyway.
He is quite more often than
not, hating to speak with
his works, liking to speak
though actions more than
anything else.The Sun
Dislikes;;Water
About these wings, they share a joints with either of his shoulders, extending like long
arms and long thin fingers with the strong membrane between them. On the shoulders
of his wings running almost to the "elbow" are feathers that match his feathery mane.
Some parts of the membrane do have small holes and tear, from his fire burning them
or just wear and tear from flying.
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