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[div style="width: 310px; font-family: verdana; color: #B07224; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]BROKEN, RUINED, DEAD.
Onision had lost sight of what sleep was, after so many days of not having any. He could feel his limbs ache, groan with every limping step. The one-eyed chocolate feline didn't want to go on patrols, it hurt too much to leave the painful presence of his home. Home. Oni didn't understand what home was, not yet.
He was a being created from a love that died together, despite his own curse to live forever, never to grow old, only to age to adult size, never to grow wrinkles, or die young, or die with his own love. Maybe, just maybe, one day, he could turn this around. Maybe he could find a way to give his love the same curse he had, so he could live forever, and never be alone.
Faintly, Oni could hear shuffling from a distance, although it was muffled by the pounding in his head. The injured felidae merely continued his walk to his destination, spotting the female not too far off. He watched as a flame went out, eyes narrowing in anger. It was a mere kitten, but Onision didn't have the right mind to question such things logically.
"Quis es?" Came the cold, menacing latin tongue of Oni as he stood in front of the girl, cold blue eyes focusing in on the felidae below him.
//quis es = who are you
[/td][/tr][/table]He was a being created from a love that died together, despite his own curse to live forever, never to grow old, only to age to adult size, never to grow wrinkles, or die young, or die with his own love. Maybe, just maybe, one day, he could turn this around. Maybe he could find a way to give his love the same curse he had, so he could live forever, and never be alone.
Faintly, Oni could hear shuffling from a distance, although it was muffled by the pounding in his head. The injured felidae merely continued his walk to his destination, spotting the female not too far off. He watched as a flame went out, eyes narrowing in anger. It was a mere kitten, but Onision didn't have the right mind to question such things logically.
"Quis es?" Came the cold, menacing latin tongue of Oni as he stood in front of the girl, cold blue eyes focusing in on the felidae below him.
//quis es = who are you
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