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Feeling: Lucid ...
Requeem has always been alone in a sense; he lived without guidence. Didn't find out he wasn't mortal until trying to harm himself repeatedly.
He is a dream; a happy thought. Lurking in the subconcious of others. He can see dreams, asperations, desires, fears.
He feels his only purpose is to comfort others. Friends and strangers alike.
He remains a mystery beyond that, so far.
He refuses to acknowledge his brother.
Ones he cares for- ...
Ones he is unsure of- Beauregaurd ...
Ones he fears- ...
An 11 on this chart
Smells of Burning Oak and Roses
Voice ^ [skip to about 4:50 and hear Yuki's voice]
Monarch Butterfly Antlers | Real Deer Pelt Dark | No mask <> Glowing specks littered across body | Pure black eyes | Deer face
Human
Bronze/Truffle colored hair, swired amber/gold eyes. Pale skin, chiseled features. About 6' in height, lean but not scarely thin. Perfect teeth, slightly stained from coffee. Caloused hands, chaped lips.
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This is beautiful~ c8
amasing ^^
Track. He intrigues me
He intrigues me greatly.
This has major wow factor
Oh thank you all! I'm glad he
So pretty. I like the sound
Art by Anjali. ♥
I really love this. He
He really does seem dream-like.
I would love to RP with him with my character- Wings.
Thankyou! I would love to
I would love to rp! c: Would you like to start one?
Sure! Shall we do it here? Im
We can do it here~ c: I'm
I'll go ahead and start
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The doe moved through the forest swiftly, when her hooves fell to the ground there was no sound- like she was gliding. Limber legs push forward with an unseen strength as she moved listlessly through the trees. There was nothing on the does mind, except that she was indeed in a strange world. She stopped to sniff the air, her slender neck bending backward and the sun glinting off her strange gold fur. No one around.. She thought to herself without surprise. It was empty in the Birch forest, except for the occasional traveler, who never seemed to think about saying 'hello'. She stretched out her snow-white feathered wings, the rays of the sun catching them just perfectly, making them almost glow. She gave them a few feeble beats, feeling her light-weight body rise easily underneath. She got off the ground silently before she saw someone, and dropped back down- still no sound made. They seemed to be wondering aimlessly as she was before; its movements reminded the doe of her own--swift. Who could it be? She wondered as the stranger approached.