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Edits (whoops issalot):
Standard:
-custom tail shine
-custom teeth
-custom claws
Common:
-hair edit
-backmane
-custom tail
-longer fur
Non-rarity:
-slightly skinnier
- Heterochromia
- slightly darker sclera
K e n t a c i o n
{ kehn - tas - e - on }
{ kehn - tas - e - on }
The name Kenta comes from
the Japanese origin. In Japanese the
meaning of the name Kenta is: One
who has health and is well formed.
- ♂ male
✧
- B L A C K S K I E S , W H I T E L I E S -
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Staring blankly, my hands frozen with damp snow in the morning, birds chirping, all seemed beautiful. How did it end like this, why did she have to die, she was my muse. She had legs but she didn't need them to dance the way she did, her eyes did that for her. She had no love but she gave lust, I'll tell you. Standing under the cherry blossoms I see her at the edge of the hill, I already knew she was lightly smiling, "It's cold" she said without a stutter, I didn't reply walking to her looking at the sun rise peaking it's light from the thin white clouds. The air was cold without a breeze, the sun gifted no warmth on this day, warmth's only for the loving. We walked back down along the trail, she didn't look at me, but when she does it feels like hell, it's for my own good, I love her so much I hate her for every man she's been with, when she tells me she doesn't love me anymore but accepts me when drawn her beauty. I'm told she takes their hearts but can't take mine. "Let's go skiing" she said smiling, we walked for an hour silently, when we arrived at the renting booth the wind slowly picked up, that's when I knew it began. Grabbing our equipment we heaved ourselves onto the seat in the ski lift, I got a glimpse of how far down below it'd be the climax of the rise, but sitting next to me still looking straight forward she put her hand on my shoulder and her smile began to die down but it didn't disappear, as if she already knew. By the time we had stepped off the wind had became stronger, as we hiked up the steep, rocky mountain, the wind began whipping at our coats. Going higher the sky darkened and the wind was slashing at our faces, continuing onward into the hole in the sky she spoke, "You'll give me a push right", pausing blinking as the snowflakes cut at my burning eyes, and nodded, her eyes didn't flinch, neither did her expression, just that numb eerie smile. We arrived where the jet winds were and the sky was black, the fog and snow blinded me to the point I could only hear her, she had stepped onto the edge hollering, I couldn't make out what she was saying but I could only assume she wanted help going down, I gave her a push. I saw her go down until there was nothing, until I looked lower in front of me, she had taken off her skis. She knew. It had to end like this, because I had to end my endless pain, crazy, yes, you'd think we are both insane, but nothing is normal in the land where the sun doesn't shine and tears don't show, I'll live with the blessing of her memory and the curse of what I've done.
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Staring blankly, my hands frozen with damp snow in the morning, birds chirping, all seemed beautiful. How did it end like this, why did she have to die, she was my muse. She had legs but she didn't need them to dance the way she did, her eyes did that for her. She had no love but she gave lust, I'll tell you. Standing under the cherry blossoms I see her at the edge of the hill, I already knew she was lightly smiling, "It's cold" she said without a stutter, I didn't reply walking to her looking at the sun rise peaking it's light from the thin white clouds. The air was cold without a breeze, the sun gifted no warmth on this day, warmth's only for the loving. We walked back down along the trail, she didn't look at me, but when she does it feels like hell, it's for my own good, I love her so much I hate her for every man she's been with, when she tells me she doesn't love me anymore but accepts me when drawn her beauty. I'm told she takes their hearts but can't take mine. "Let's go skiing" she said smiling, we walked for an hour silently, when we arrived at the renting booth the wind slowly picked up, that's when I knew it began. Grabbing our equipment we heaved ourselves onto the seat in the ski lift, I got a glimpse of how far down below it'd be the climax of the rise, but sitting next to me still looking straight forward she put her hand on my shoulder and her smile began to die down but it didn't disappear, as if she already knew. By the time we had stepped off the wind had became stronger, as we hiked up the steep, rocky mountain, the wind began whipping at our coats. Going higher the sky darkened and the wind was slashing at our faces, continuing onward into the hole in the sky she spoke, "You'll give me a push right", pausing blinking as the snowflakes cut at my burning eyes, and nodded, her eyes didn't flinch, neither did her expression, just that numb eerie smile. We arrived where the jet winds were and the sky was black, the fog and snow blinded me to the point I could only hear her, she had stepped onto the edge hollering, I couldn't make out what she was saying but I could only assume she wanted help going down, I gave her a push. I saw her go down until there was nothing, until I looked lower in front of me, she had taken off her skis. She knew. It had to end like this, because I had to end my endless pain, crazy, yes, you'd think we are both insane, but nothing is normal in the land where the sun doesn't shine and tears don't show, I'll live with the blessing of her memory and the curse of what I've done.
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