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- Posted: Mon, 15 Sep 2014 19:01:33 +0000
Karabella the Black Angel
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A light blonde haired boy emerged from the thick verdant forest, large innocent eyes that always looked forward, a small knapsack hung from his small shoulders, and the boy had a bright smile on his face, despite being roughed up with dirt and a few leaves nestled in his hair. Other than that, the boy seemed well feed and looked to be not much older than fourteen. Oddly enough, the young boy wore a gleaming crown that contrasted against his dirty appearence. It was because every night since he had departed from his home, Cecil made sure to keep it clean before he went to sleep. Upon entering a clearing, Cecil stretched his hands up high and rejoiced.
"I finally made it!"
Cecil thought back to the start of his journey. It had been almost four weeks ago. The others that had been acompanying him had decided to wait for him to return in Aridel. He had to do it for their sake and for the sake of realizing his personal dream. During his journey, Cecil witnessed the animosity between the races, and it only built up the young Na'ruk's determination to make his dream a reality. Out of joy mixed with relief, Cecil jumped up with renewed energy. There was many times where his goal seemed so out of reach, but he never gave up. Unfortunately, not paying attention to the sloped terrain, the Na'ruk boy slipped and began tumbling down, slowly gaining speed and slaming into the base of Pusheen's tree house with a force strong enough to rattle the tree. Scuffling himself up more in the process. For all anyone knew, this was the reason he looked like he did. Cecil's hands flew to his aching head, since it had been what had made contact with the tree, his small horns leaving scars on the bark of the large tree. His eyes were shut tightly in pain and his teeth clenched together. In doing so, the boy's precious crown rolled up next to him.
"Ow, ow, ow...ugh!"
Pushing himself on the ground and brushing off some of the dirt he had collect in his rollie-pollie ride, the light blonde boy puffed his chest out and stared the tree down with a disgruntled expression.
"Now see here, Mr. Tree, I'm sorry I hurt you but your not exactly soft. I'm just lucky I have my horns , if not..."
A shiver ran down his body, his hands moving to hold his upper arms, just by thinking about what would have happened if he hadn't developed his horns during his journey.
"Anyways, can you tell me where I could find the one with the black wings? See, I need them to help me with my dream of uniting the people across the lands and driving the plague away. I want to create a place where everyone is welcome and safe. Where everyone feels like family. Just as my home had been..."
The Na'ruk actually waited for an answer from the tree with expectant eyes. He waited for a few moments, before sitting on the ground, legs crossed, facing the tree.
"No, no. Take your time. I can wait."
Cecil spotted his crown beside him in the green grass. he instantly reached out and grabbed it. While he waited for the tree to reply, the boy began to meticulously polish off any dirt with the torn up sleeve of his shirt.
『Ⓛⓞⓒⓐⓣⓘⓞⓝ』//Pusheen's Place
『Ⓞ.Ⓞ.Ⓒ.』//Perfect entrance for my little prince :'3
"I finally made it!"
Cecil thought back to the start of his journey. It had been almost four weeks ago. The others that had been acompanying him had decided to wait for him to return in Aridel. He had to do it for their sake and for the sake of realizing his personal dream. During his journey, Cecil witnessed the animosity between the races, and it only built up the young Na'ruk's determination to make his dream a reality. Out of joy mixed with relief, Cecil jumped up with renewed energy. There was many times where his goal seemed so out of reach, but he never gave up. Unfortunately, not paying attention to the sloped terrain, the Na'ruk boy slipped and began tumbling down, slowly gaining speed and slaming into the base of Pusheen's tree house with a force strong enough to rattle the tree. Scuffling himself up more in the process. For all anyone knew, this was the reason he looked like he did. Cecil's hands flew to his aching head, since it had been what had made contact with the tree, his small horns leaving scars on the bark of the large tree. His eyes were shut tightly in pain and his teeth clenched together. In doing so, the boy's precious crown rolled up next to him.
"Ow, ow, ow...ugh!"
Pushing himself on the ground and brushing off some of the dirt he had collect in his rollie-pollie ride, the light blonde boy puffed his chest out and stared the tree down with a disgruntled expression.
"Now see here, Mr. Tree, I'm sorry I hurt you but your not exactly soft. I'm just lucky I have my horns , if not..."
A shiver ran down his body, his hands moving to hold his upper arms, just by thinking about what would have happened if he hadn't developed his horns during his journey.
"Anyways, can you tell me where I could find the one with the black wings? See, I need them to help me with my dream of uniting the people across the lands and driving the plague away. I want to create a place where everyone is welcome and safe. Where everyone feels like family. Just as my home had been..."
The Na'ruk actually waited for an answer from the tree with expectant eyes. He waited for a few moments, before sitting on the ground, legs crossed, facing the tree.
"No, no. Take your time. I can wait."
Cecil spotted his crown beside him in the green grass. he instantly reached out and grabbed it. While he waited for the tree to reply, the boy began to meticulously polish off any dirt with the torn up sleeve of his shirt.
『Ⓛⓞⓒⓐⓣⓘⓞⓝ』//Pusheen's Place
『Ⓞ.Ⓞ.Ⓒ.』//Perfect entrance for my little prince :'3
Life: 70/70 | Heal: 20% | Attack: +10 | Defense: 20% | Evade: +2