Pet's ID Tag: 80 (Changed from 113)
Name You'd Choose for It: Metronome
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: I want to adopt Metronome because even though she is a simple character, she's very pretty, and I've fallen in love with her.
History/Background/Other:
(This has some weird words in it because I was doing my English homework at the same time, and I decided to combine the two, so it has my vocab words in it)
My father used to always say, "There is nothing to fear but fear itself." But in those days, fear had run awry and no one could quite place a finger (or paw) on why none of us were scared. You might think it would be a happy time, but it was a time of worry. It was as if the emotion had left us, which it had, but everyone was too ignorant in those days to actually realize that. We were all full of useless fluff in those days, and no one had the brainpower to think on even our easiest problems. It was a time when mournful dirges were playing in all of our heads, imagining the day we’d die. We never thought about anything else, really, we were all caught up in the fact that someday, we wouldn’t exist anymore. No one was scared, of course, because no one could be scared when fear wasn’t there, but we were all worried, caught up in the fact that the messenger of death would come to beguile us into his Underworld, with his stern countenance and his strong smile. And it seemed that everyday, there was some discourse on how to avoid death. They were often heated (though the ideas were simply idiotic), so I was sure to keep out of the way. After all, quite a lot of damage could befall a young wolf pup wandering awkwardly around. My mother kept me close at that time, making sure I was expressing the right gesture of obeisance in the presence of the more important, because in that time, the hierarchy was everything. It was an ominous time, too, when pallid faces of the very worried appeared around every corner, waiting to see the messenger of death. But undaunted, one wolf decided to provide us surcease of our worries. He was no craven, I’ll give you that, but I’d never have picked him to do the job of rounding fear back up. My mother tried to entreat him to stay, but he would not, saying, “I will bring you all back fear if it’s the last thing I do.” It turns out it was the last thing he’d do, but when the messenger of death came, he was ready, and our world was restored as it was.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
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