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My Name Meaning wrote:I was named after the hawks that soar through the sky. Especially the red tailed ones - a russet, autumn-like color when you look at it from the right angle. Like my fur, russet-cream, they are like jets through the sky. I hope I will one day fly through the sky and be free from myself.
History wrote:I was young and foolish, once. I liked to go on little, makeshift adventures while my parents hunted. One day, I came across a cave - seeing nothing but adventure, I wandered in. I explored, at first, in the dim light - however, I had walked too far and came across pitch black darkness. I was afraid - of the dark, of how it was like a cage, squeezing me in its cold embrace. I ran blindly, not caring if I scraped myself on rocks - all I wanted was to be free of this darkness. However, I found myself even deeper than before - but I found light. I found myself in a tiny room, which was dimly lit with something - with what, I didn't know. I noticed a puddle of water - only then I realized how parched I was. I leaned down and drank deeply, thankful for the water. However, as I gazed at my reflection, I could swear it suddenly reared back. I jumped back in fright, eyes wide with fear as I gazed at my reflection.
My reflection suddenly twisted into a corrupted-looking version of me - to my eyes, anyways. It sneered at me, yellow eyes glowing - I could never forget that moment. I thought I heard a voice in my head - "Young hawk, so ambitious, so adventurous. But reckless - you will never be free from yourself, never be free from me..." I wasn't sure what happened next - I must have passed out, because the next moment I opened my eyes my parents were standing over me, worrying. They were half-mad with fear, worry and anger - only when I blinked my eyes open the tension broke. Suddenly they were sobbing and crying - I felt like doing it myself. Instead, I gulped some air and recited my tale into the cave. They shared a worried look - I don't think they believed me. They just curled up next to me and tried to act as if it never happened.
I can act as if it didn't - but I can't. I remember too clearly - my twisted face sneering at me. My dark eyes reflecting golden-red - my claws jagged and yellow. I couldn't believe that was me at all - but I knew. Somehow, I knew. And I was afraid that one day, that would be me.
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