-walks away-

What is, evil? can you, touch it? define it?

by the dictionary evil is, and quote;
Morally bad or wrong; wicked:

But, how does one define, Morally bad, or wrong, how does one, define, wicked?
Evil is, as held in the eyes of any beholder much like beauty, no one man or woman can define, evil, because, evil is different to most everyone.

1. What is your full name? Do you have a nickname?
"Ethan Micheal Petrov. or simply, Alaska, I have no real nicknames..."

2. How old are you? When is your birthday?
"older than I look and let's leave it at that. I'm not sure honestly" he smiles, like a cat with fine cream.

3. Where were you born? Where do you live now? Are you patriotic?
"I don't know, I merely remember waking up in a very cold and very snowy place..."

"ya ne poni`mayu..."

The stag turns an ear.

Because he honestly does not understand.

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A hand shifts up, moves glasses, settled once again.
The warm smell of coffee filled the air, soft sweet scent of pastries, and the chime of classical music.
Twenty two years old, and working on earning his bachelor's degree in college.
Not bad.

He adjusted his glasses again, flipping a page in the large textbook that lay in front of him, long white hair tied back into a ponytail, soft grey-purple streaks running through the crisp whiteness of it all.
His eyes were a soft grey as well, with the smallest amount of purple flicked through them

His ears were pierced surprisingly heavily for someone who otherwise seemed like the type who would be a very straight edge.
The other strange thing, were the butterflies.
One, sharp black, spotted gently in bright purple, tattooed upon his cheek.

Head dropped down; observe the moon in the water, she reached a paw outwards, touched it, watched it ripple, something she could never have.

Quietly she rose to her paws, dragging herself through the forest, no one took notice, it didn't matter, she would snap if anyone asked if she wasn't feeling well.

he shares a picto with Alaska remember this.

HERP DERP

Silver bubbles, such martyrs you are, making a point of showing your beauty only to cast yourselves above the water to your deaths.

He raised his muzzle, popping one before it had a chance to do anything of importance.

herp derp

Who are you minideer and whistling mask deer who joined Ren and Patriot? XD