Have you ever forgotten (Open!) who you were?

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; background:url(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8vppehATI1qcccn3.gif); borderwidth=0px; border-radius: 3px; height: 250px; width: 400px; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt; overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 250px][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt][glow=black,2,300]Maxwell sat, and sat, and sat. He was furiously going through his earliest memories, struggling to find out who he really is. He knew he was adopted; yes. His appearance was too strange to be Envy's son. With his abstract colored eyes, the dark fur and already his fairly large size... He was not truly a Wraith, as much as he would love to be. He was something else... But for the life of him, he couldn't remember! He knew he had a family, always surrounded by cats who loved him. He had siblings, he had a home. But why... Why couldn't he remember? It felt like a part of him was torn away; an important part of him. What if his family was out looking for him, him as he sat here? The Angel knew how far away they were, how much grief they should be feeling... Goodness, he felt horrid. He just couldn't put his paw on what he was missing, no matter how hard he tried.




    "By the Angel, I'll never get my memory back!" His tone broke off in a frustrated noise, claws sinking and scoring deeply into the dirt. Max knew it was important, whatever he was missing. It was a huge part of him, making him who he was. If only he could remember... Summon a small part of him and remember... But nothing came. "I give up!" He groaned as he flopped onto the dirt, pressing his muzzle into his paws and hiding his face.




    #maxwellwraith[/glow][/justify]
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    [color=black][size=6pt] #LINEUS14
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 390px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; margin-top: -3px;][color=tan][font=georgia]He once thought this. The male padded over, a thoughtful expression displayed on his scarred face. "It takes longer than you think, kiddo." Lineus would say, voice bit gravelly as he did so. It was a tricky business, memories. Curling his tail round his scarred paws, he let out a small puff of air, imagining the fog bursting from his mouth that was unseen to him.

    #evvyblizzard14



    padding quietly towards her son, she licked his ear comfortingly and sat. the paladin hadn't been speaking much lately, depression having overtaken her

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; background:url(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8vppehATI1qcccn3.gif); borderwidth=0px; border-radius: 3px; height: 250px; width: 400px; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt; overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 250px][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt][glow=black,2,300]Maxwell let out a frustrated sound. "I feel like I'm missing something important; it's eating away at me. I hate it." He leaned against his mother gratefully, comforted by breathing in her scent.




    #maxwellwraith[/glow][/justify]
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