[mellifluous]

Omg I need her
Res with the names Nephthys (an assasin) or Hathor (is a therapist or counselor with very serious issues of her own but takes care of others instead of herself)

[corgiboy]

maaaaark

[-Shaded-]

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Username;; -Shaded-
Name;; Divara or Div (or diva *snort*)
Gender;; Female
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Personality;;
- Bashful
This poor bb is so bashful, she tries to be as confident as she can and that leads to her 2 different personalities!

-Happy
Heh, she tries to be positive and looking above the crowd. It's really funny how hard she tries XD

-Oblivious
She is oblivious to almost everything. This is why she isn't Royal- she can't rule over her own backyard let alone a whole kingdom!

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Her other personality
(Used mostly around important Viscets/People)

-Challenging
Diviana will challenge anyone in this state- accepting dares and just to feel the feeling of being challenged and pushing her limits- She will challenge other people too

-Reckless
Div will throw herself at something without thinking it through... This has led to several injuries and several laughs.

-Strong-- ?
*attempts to lift a boulder* hhhhh *fails*

Other;; ((Can be anything, a story or an extra piece of art))
(Tries to be -Enthusiastic-Strong-Ruthless-Challenging/but is actually Very Insecure-Bashful-Introverted on the inside)

[Lukina]

Username;;
Lukina

Name;;
Yineput
(Anubis' female counter part)

Nickname;;
Yin

Gender;;
Female

Sexuality;;
Straight

Art;;

Personality;;
Yineput is creative, clever and compassionate. She understands the darker side of life and has the tendency to see reality at its most basic level. She understands life and death, and isn't afraid of it either. She is refined and appreciates the best that life has to offer her. She exudes confidence, determination, and self-control.



Other;;
This is a story about how Yineput came to know how she got her name and who she is. One day when Yineput was young adult, she was out picking flowers and playing with butterflies when she heard her mother call her. Yineput looks away from the butterflies and answered her mother with "Coming Mama!" then she turned locating the butterfly again and pouncing at it one last time. Turing from the butterfly one last time she headed to where her mother was, she sat near a large tree waiting for her daughter. "Yin." her mother started. "I think you are now old enough to know how you received your name." Her mother then laid down so she was eye level, she took in a breath and slowly released it be for speaking. "How can I say this." she spoke in a thoughtful tone. "You had another life before this one, a past life they call it." her mother told her. Yin looked at her mother wide eyed, some disbelief showing in her eyes. "Past life, what are you talking about Mama?" Yin questioned.

"Just listen and you will learn something." her mother said with a warm smile. "In your past life, you were one of great importance. You also stood along side one of great importance and power. His name was.....Anubis." She looked at Yin waiting for her to says something. "Anubis!?" Yin said, taking to her paws. "Is that why you had me learn Ancient Egyptian history?" Her mother only nodded to the question, the look on Yin's face said "This can't be true." as she looked at her mother.

"You know I speak truth my darning. This is something I would not lie about." her mother said. "In your past life you were Anubis's other half. He's the god of funerals and death. Yineput's the goddess of funerals and mummification, but you should know that if you did all your research." her mother smiled warmly. Her mother the stood and placed a paw in Yins shoulder, a warm smile still upon her features. "I know it's a lot to take in, and feel like it's a lot to live up to. But remember, that was then and this is now. Live this life the way you want to live it, now how you think others think you should live it." her mother then gave her a kiss on the cheek. "It's your life, not theirs."

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ᴜsᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ → ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ʜᴜx.

sᴄᴇɴᴛ → sᴀɴᴅsᴛᴏɴᴇ & ʜᴇᴀᴛ
ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ → ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ʀᴇᴅᴍᴀʏɴᴇ

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ → ᴍᴀʟᴇ
ᴀɢᴇ → ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ
sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ → ᴀʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ᴀsᴇxᴜᴀʟ

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Aɴᴋʜ ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀʀ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɴᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟɪғᴇ ʜᴀs ᴛᴏ ᴏғғᴇʀ. ʜᴇ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇs ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄᴛs ᴀs sᴜᴄʜ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ-- ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴀ "ʜᴏʟɪᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜ" ᴀᴛᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ᴀᴅᴍɪʀɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ, ʜɪs ɢᴇᴍs, ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀᴄᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ sᴘᴏɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʀᴀᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇs, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪs ʀᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴅɪsᴄɪᴘʟɪɴᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ʜɪs ᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴀᴅᴏᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ's* ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇ. ʜᴇ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ Vɪsᴄᴇᴛ, ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜɪs sɴᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴍs ᴜɴᴡᴏʀᴛʜʏ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴄᴇ.

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ɪs ɢʀᴀᴄᴇғᴜʟ ᴀɴᴅ ғʟᴜɪᴅ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛs, ᴀs ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛɪᴍᴇs. ʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴇʟᴀʙᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ, ʟᴏɴɢ sᴛᴇᴘs. ᴛʀᴏᴛs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ɴᴏsᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ ʜɪɢʜ ᴀɴᴅ sᴜɴsᴇᴛ ᴇʏᴇs ʜᴀʟғ ʟɪᴅᴅᴇᴅ. ʜᴇ ɪs ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ. ᴛʜɪs ʀᴇғʟᴇᴄᴛs ɪɴ ʜɪs sᴘᴇᴇᴄʜ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ-- ᴇʟᴏɴɢᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅs. ᴅᴇᴇᴘ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛғᴜʟ.

Aɴᴋʜ ʜᴀs ᴀ ғᴀsᴄɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ sʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ Gᴏᴅ Aɴᴜʙɪs, ғᴏʀ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʟɪғᴇ* ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ*. ʜɪs ʀᴏᴏᴍ ɪs ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ Aɴᴜʙɪs sᴛᴀᴛᴜᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴘʜᴇʀɴᴀʟɪᴀ. ʜɪs ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ Gᴏᴅ Aɴᴜʙɪs ʜᴀs ʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄɪɴɢ ᴍᴜᴍᴍɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛʏ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ ɪᴛsᴇʟғ. (200/200)

Fear was a fantastic motivator and Ankh would be the first to admit that he was afraid in the beginning. His family was facing exile and that included him as well. It didn't matter to the rest of the pack that he was barely able to walk as he was basically fresh out of the egg. It had been his father's fault for challenging the Alpha for no particular reason what-so-ever — he merely enjoyed the confrontation. Ankh's mother warned him constantly; they had a child to raise. But the aggressive viscet pushed one too many times and they were forced out of their own pack. His father was't having any of that, however. Since they were exiled, the small family was no longer part of the pack so of course the others attacked them for trespassing. The small viscling ended up fleeing from the scene but his parents weren't as lucky.

He was sure he would perish, not having the strength or proper skills yet to hunt on his own but even then, his mind was completely without an ounce of fear. What did he have to fear? He welcomed the god of death; if it was his time, then so be it.

Instead of being ushered into the arms of death, however, the small viscling was welcomed into the arms of another: his eyes were that of crimson, his fur a soft velvet, and his voice a soothing melody to his fragile ears. In the arms of this stranger, he was truly without fear.

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Hᴇ's sᴇᴛᴛʟᴇᴅ sᴀғᴇ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇɴ, ɴᴏsᴇ ᴛᴡɪᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏsɪᴛʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ. Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ɪs ᴜsɪɴɢ sᴛʀɪᴄᴛ ᴅɪsᴄɪᴘʟɪɴᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴏɴ ʜɪs ᴇᴍᴘʟᴏʏᴇᴇs, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋs ᴀs ʜᴇ ɴᴏsᴇs ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜ-- ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ, ɪᴛ sᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴀs ᴀ ʙʟᴀɴᴋᴇᴛ. Iᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ

sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴀᴅᴏᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ғᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴜɴʀᴜʟʏ ᴄᴜsᴛᴏᴍᴇʀ. Aɴᴋʜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ. As ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ Vɪsᴄᴇᴛ ʙᴏʏ ᴡᴀs, ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪʟʏ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴄᴛ ʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪʟʏ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪs ɴᴇᴡ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ's ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ's ʜᴇsɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

Tʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴘᴇᴀs ɪɴ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴅ. Aɴᴋʜ ᴡᴀs sᴘᴏɪʟᴇᴅ ʀᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏɴᴇ.

Tʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴀs ᴛᴏ ᴡʜʏ ʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ-- ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴀs ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ (ᴀs ɪs ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘɪɴɢ Vɪsᴄᴇᴛ), ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. Nᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴡᴀs ʜɪs ɴᴇᴡ Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ's sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟᴛʏ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀs sᴡɪғᴛʟʏ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘɪɴɢ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇx.

Fʀᴜsᴛʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴄʜɪʀʀᴜᴘs ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴇᴋs ᴜᴘ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜɪs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜ, sᴜɴsᴇᴛ ᴇʏᴇs ɢʟᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇɴ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ᴘᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ; ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ /ʜɪᴍ/, sᴏ ᴡʜʏ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ? Tʜᴇ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ʜɪᴍ - ᴏʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ʜɪs ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs, ᴀs sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs Aɴᴋʜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ʟᴇɢɪᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ - ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴀᴢᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇɴ. Sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀᴛ Aɴᴋʜ.

Tʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴛᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ғᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴄʟᴏᴛʜ, sᴡᴀᴅᴅʟɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴊᴀᴡs ɪɴ ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ʏᴀᴡɴ. Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅs ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴇᴛᴛʟɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ, ᴘʀᴇᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴏᴏᴍɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ. Pʀᴀɪsɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴅᴏʀɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ.

"Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ Gᴏᴅ, Aɴᴋʜ. I ᴀᴍ sᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ. Mʏ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ."

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"Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ!" ʜᴇ ʙᴀʀᴋs, ᴀ sᴄᴏᴡʟ ᴏɴ ʜɪs ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜʀʀʏ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs sᴛᴇᴘs.

Hᴇ's ᴀɴɢʀʏ-- ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ᴏғ Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ's ᴇᴍᴘʟᴏʏᴇᴇs sɴᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. Aɴᴋʜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ Eᴍᴘɪʀᴇ. Hᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ Gᴏᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇx ᴡᴀs ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏғғ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴛɪʀᴀᴅᴇ ᴏғ ᴀɴɴᴏʏᴀɴᴄᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ɪʀʀɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴs. Tʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇᴅ Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ʜɪɢʜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴅɪᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ.

Iғ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏɴ ʜɪᴍ ʙʀᴏᴡɴɪᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛs ɪɴ ʜɪs Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ's ᴇʏᴇ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ.

"Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ," ʜᴇ ɢʀᴜᴍʙʟᴇs, ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀʀɢᴇʀ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜᴜғғ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ sᴛᴀᴍᴘ ᴏғ ʜɪs ғᴏᴏᴛ. Hᴇ's ɢʀᴏᴡɴ ʙɪɢɢᴇʀ-- ᴀɴᴅ ɪғ ɪᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ Aɴᴋʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜɪs Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ɢʀᴏᴡɴ ʟᴀʀɢᴇʀ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ. Pᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀ sᴏ ʟᴀʀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛɪᴍɪᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ. Tʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴇssᴏʀɪᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪs ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴛʏ ʜᴇʟᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛɪᴍɪᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀsᴘᴇᴄᴛ. Aɴᴋʜ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴡᴀs ᴀᴅᴏʀɴᴇᴅ ɪɴ ғɪɴᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴇᴡᴇʟs - ᴀ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ ғɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ sᴇᴛ ᴀᴛᴏᴘ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ᴇʏᴇ. Bᴀɴɢʟᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʀɪɴɢs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɪɴs... ʜᴇ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs.

"I ᴡᴀs sᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ Vɪᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ Sʜᴀʀᴘ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɢᴏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡɪsᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ I ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ."

Tʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ɪs ᴄɪʀᴄʟɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴀᴅᴏᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sɴᴇᴇʀ, ᴇᴀʀs ᴘɪɴɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs sᴋᴜʟʟ ɪɴ ʀᴀɢᴇ ᴀs ᴇʟᴀʙᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇғᴜʟ sᴛᴇᴘs - ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ʜɪs ᴀɴɢᴇʀ - ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ғʟᴏᴘs ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ʜɪs ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʀᴇᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴛs ᴀɴᴅ sᴍᴏᴏᴛʜ ʀᴏᴄᴋ. Hᴇ ᴛɪʟᴛs ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜɪs Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀsᴋs ʜɪᴍ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴsᴜʟᴛɪɴɢ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴇᴍᴘʟᴏʏᴇᴇs. Aɴᴋʜ ᴡᴀᴠᴇs ᴀ ғᴏʀᴇ ᴘᴀᴡ ɪɴ ɴᴏɴᴄʜᴀʟᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʙɪʀᴅs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғʟᴜᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ. "Exᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ."

Tʜᴇ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʟᴇ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇs ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴛᴀᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ʜᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ғʀᴏᴡɴɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇs ɪᴛ ᴀs ᴀɴ ᴀᴍᴜsᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴅᴏʀɪɴɢ sᴏᴜɴᴅ-- ɴᴏᴛ ғᴜʟʟ ᴏғ ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs.

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Tʜᴇ Gᴏᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛʜɪs ᴅᴀʏ, Aɴᴋʜ ᴋɴᴏᴡs. Iᴛ's ʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀʀᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ Eᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ɪs ʟᴏsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪᴛᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛʏᴀʀᴅ ʟᴀᴢɪʟʏ. Tʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴍʙ ɪs ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ - ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏʟᴅ ᴅᴇɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ Aɴᴋʜ ᴡɪsʜᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴀɴʏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ. Iᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋs ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʜᴇ sᴇᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴘᴀᴡ ᴘʀɪɴᴛs ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇɴ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ; ᴀ ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Aɴᴋʜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ. Oɴᴇ ʟᴀʀɢᴇʀ ᴘᴀᴡ ᴘʀɪɴᴛ ɪs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ - ᴀ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜɪs Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs, ɪғ ᴏɴʟʏ ɪɴ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ.

Hᴇ ғɪɴɪsʜᴇs ᴘᴏʟɪsʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀsᴋᴇᴛ ɪɴ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀʏ ᴇʏᴇs ᴛᴏ Aᴢᴀᴢᴀᴇʟ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʟᴅ ᴡᴏʟғ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇ. Aɴᴋʜ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ Kɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ-- ᴍᴜᴍᴍɪғʏɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀsᴋᴇᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴀᴛᴇʀɪᴀʟs ʜᴇ'ᴅ sᴇɴᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴛᴄʜ. Tᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɢʀɪᴍ ᴇxᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴏғғᴇʀs ᴀ sʟᴏᴡ ɴᴏᴅ, ɢʟᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪs sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ɢᴀᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʜɪᴍ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɴᴇᴡ Kɪɴɢ. "I'ᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ."

As Aᴢᴀᴢᴀᴇʟ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀsᴋᴇᴛ, ᴅʀᴀɢɢɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ sᴛʀᴜᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴀssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛᴇs ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇɴ-ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ-ᴛᴏᴍʙ, Aɴᴋʜ sᴛᴇᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴅ ʜɪs ɴᴇᴡ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ. Nᴇᴡ Kɪɴɢ, ɴᴇᴡ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ. Wᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ's ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ sᴘʀᴇᴀᴅs ʜɪs ᴀʀᴍs ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ɢᴇsᴛᴜʀᴇ, ᴄʜᴀɪɴs ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴇᴡᴇʟs ᴄʟɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ. Gʀᴀᴄᴇғᴜʟ sᴛᴇᴘs ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴄᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇsʜɪғᴛ sᴛᴀɢᴇ, ᴀ ғʟᴜɪᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ᴀᴜʀᴀ sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ʜɪs ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴxɪᴇᴛʏ. Hᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇs ʜɪs sᴘᴇᴇᴄʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ ғɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏɴᴇ. Pᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴇᴇ ʜɪᴍ sᴏ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ-- ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ғɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ Kɪɴɢ's ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀs ʀᴇᴀᴅɪʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏɴᴏᴛᴏɴᴏᴜs ᴀs ʜɪs Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ.

"Yᴇᴛ" ᴍᴇᴀɴs "ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ" ɪɴ Eɢʏᴘᴛɪᴀɴ.

"Mʏ Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ Aɴᴜʙɪs ɴᴏᴡ," Hᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇs ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴇᴇᴄʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙᴏᴡ ᴏғ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴀʀᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ sɪɢɴᴀʟ Aᴢᴀᴢᴀᴇʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs-- ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀsᴋᴇᴛ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴍʙ, ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴘᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟᴀʀɢᴇ ʀᴏᴄᴋ ɪɴ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇɴ's ᴇɴᴛʀᴀɴᴄᴇ. "Hᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ʀᴜʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀʟɪғᴇ. Yᴇᴛ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ɴᴇᴡ ʟɪғᴇ. I ᴀᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ Kɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴡ," Aɴᴋʜ's ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ sᴛᴏᴘs ᴡᴀᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ʟɪʟᴛ. "I ᴀᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ Gᴏᴅ. Fᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ. I ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ."

Tʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ sᴛᴀᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪs ғᴏʀ ʜɪs Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ's ᴇᴀʀs, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪs ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡᴅ ᴀs ᴀ sᴛᴀᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. Aɴᴋʜ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.

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Dropping out. I had him drawn, markings perfect and his colors were blended just the way I wanted- and my tablet thought it was funny to somehow make it disappear. It is on autosave, which saves every three minutes, so how did it vanish? Who knows! Good luck to everyone else though!

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"Much of what is known has been lost through the ages. He was Godborn, yet he served the Gods. A apprentice in their order, highly esteemed and very powerful. Then he turned against them, becoming something they feared."

Name: Ammon, meaning; Unseen, Concealed or Hidden.
Gender:Male

Personality:

Ammon is a very arrogant and rash individual, believing that his Godborn heritage sets him above other viscets. Despite, or perhaps due to, his arrogance, Ammon is shown to be a very powerful individual as he was not only able to defy the Gods he served but he was also able to 'destroy' many of them before his defeat as a total of twenty-one different Gods. Ammon proves to be fiercely independent and seems to be motivated solely by his lust for power. He is not evil, but will not hesitate to push someone out of his way. Ammon is dead and alive. Ammon is a spirit.. after all, he was cursed. He can dissapear and appear in his will, and can choose to be seen by others or not. Ammon has a natural charm around him though, and could be more liked if it weren't for his view on others. He's a naturally suave male, and has a silver tongue, perfect for persuading others. . He is a particularly smart viscet, and can even outwit the smartest Harpy. He's very brave and cocky, although it could possibly be due to his rather lucky personality. Ammon is one lucky ducky, hehe.

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Story 1: The past
Ammon withdrew the thin translucent dagger from Osiris ribcage, watching with hungry eyes as he fell to the floor. He would save his father, even if it cost him his life. Turning away from the now dead god, he clenched the dagger tighter in his paws. The rigged edges pricked his paw-pads, causing him to glance down and stare at it softly. He had been given this dagger from his father, long ago. It was constructed in the under-realm, made by the souls of ghosts themselves. He hadn't expected it to actually be able to kill such a holy being, let alone pierce the skin. But now he was the predator, and they were the prey. Smiling, he took his attention off of the blade before continuing down the hall. He didn't care for stealth, he didn't need it now. He used his nose to track down his next victim, Ptah. Ptah was a couple rooms away, and he wouldn't be hard to slay at all. Ammon had already killed 5 gods, hoping his father would accept of this behavior. After all, Anubis had requested for his sons help. Shaking his head, he picked up his trot before turning a sharp corner and prancing towards the room.
~Time skip~
It had a been a tiring day. His teeth were bathed with crimson liquid, along with his now velvet paws. He felt ashamed appearing like this in front of his father, but now he had no time. Galloping down the dark stairs, his tail swept across the stone clumsy as he stumbled slightly. There was a dead end- no, it was the end of the passage. How long had he been running? Shaking his head, he gazed up at the large prison. Wip

A song I think describes him:

Silhouette-Owl City (Please listen to the song. ^^)
I'm tired of waking up in tears
Cause I can't put to bed these phobias and fears
I'm new to this grief, I can't explain
But I'm no stranger to, the heartache and the pain = Due to his Past and father.
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The fire I began is burning me alive
But I know better than to leave and let it die
I'm a silhouette, asking every now and then
Is it over yet? Will I ever feel again?
I'm a silhouette, chasing rainbows on my own =He can't just quit, and is all by him self.
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But the more I try to move on, the more I feel alone
So I watch the summer stars to lead me home = Clearly feels alone due to him being a spirit. He also used to spend his time staring at constellations back then. The night reminds him of his mother, and old home.
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I'm sick of the past I can't erase
A jumble of footprints, and hasty steps I can't retrace
The mountain of things I still regret
Is a vile reminder that I would rather just forget (No matter where I go)
The fire I began is burning me alive
But I know better than to leave and let it die
I'm a silhouette, asking every now and then (Now and then)
Is it over yet? Will I ever smile again? =He regrets doing what he did, and the Past is clearly weighing him down.
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I'm a silhouette, chasing rainbows on my own
But the more I try to move on, the more I feel alone
So I watch the summer stars to lead me home
Cause I walk alone (No matter where I go)
Cause I walk alone (No matter where I go)
Cause I walk alone (No matter where I go)
I'm a silhouette, asking every now and then (Now and then)
Is it over yet? Will I ever love again? (Love again)
I'm a silhouette, chasing rainbows on my own
But the more I try to move on, the more I feel alone
So I watch the summer stars to lead me home
I watch the summer stars to lead me home =He would like some friends, though he tends to shy away from others due to the fear of being betrayed or just forgotten.

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possibly marking for if I have the time ~!