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[align=center]MALE -- 21 MOONS -- BISEXUAL -- SINGLE
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 300px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]With what changes he had noticed taking place around his home, it was not surprising that the male was feeling a bit uneasy these days. He had not taken to moving passed the spot where the old fence had once stood, nor had he taken part in the expeditions to find new territory. It was not of defiance to Epsilon, but instead was perhaps simply a defiant glance at change. He had gone through much in his life, from losing siblings and mates to simply a change in his home. And, at one point, he had wanted things to change in hopes that his life would better itself... But, in the end, he had only been brought back here.
The cheetah sucked in a long breath, the mane-like fur on his back ruffling, proving his mood to be of a lesser extent than usual. A metaphorical brow was furrowing deeply on his head as he looked up at the stars. He wondered, momentarily, whether or not the stories of the afterlife were true or not. The idea struck him as childlike wonder more than anything else - the wish for something more. He himself could not picture there be much after death, aside from perhaps the reawakening into a new body. That was probable, considering that the beings of this world were made solely of energy and that energy could not be created or destroyed. It could be transferred, however, from one target to another - if done correctly.
With that theory, he supposed ones soul could be sent to what one might consider a heavenly place... The idea simply did not settle within him was all. Perhaps he just had high hopes for his siblings - that they had found somewhere better to reside, be it their personal nirvana or a new life. And it was often that he thought of his siblings, wondering why it had been him, in the end, to remain here. He supposed it was wrong to question fate, however, though the thought struck him often.
He did not feel properly equipped any longer to bear the name that connected them. It was guilt that drew him away from his familial ties - he had missed each death, each crucial moment in which he could have done something, anything, to stop what happened. Then again, he knew just as well as anyone else that these things could not be helped. Death was as inevitable as its counterpart, life. Each being had an expiration date.
But, was now the time to announce a name change? He had considered alternatives to Connoroy, and yet part of him did not wish to seem disrespectful by changing it.
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