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It was barely nightfall when she decided to get some sleep. She was exhausted from her long day of exploration and meeting joiners. She no longer felt quite out of place, having already made some friends here. Tama was quite nice, and Sousuke had seemed rather worried about her. She felt like she finally had a home. If only she could shake the feeling that something was wrong. She closed her eyes, deciding to ignore the rough thoughts coursing through her eyes. Curled up on her plush pillow bed, she wrapped herself around Hades and drifted off to sleep.
Fire.
She felt fire on her skin, eating through her fur. Her vision didn't go far; all she saw were flashes of red and black. Grey smoke choked the air, filling her lungs. She coughed it out, though more rushed in when she tried to breathe. She felt sick, scared.
A face leaned over her. A dark form with squinted red eyes and a broad, twisted grin. Her gave a maniac laugh, pressing a paw against her throat. "Oh, my dear Angelum Tenebrarum. You used to be so powerful. Now you masquerade as a mortal. How.. weak." he muttered, shaking his head. "You've failed your people."
Her suddenly grabbed her by her throat, wrapping long, strong finger-like talons around her throat and dragging her forward. He pushed her up to the edge of a large ledge. Below her were millions of faces; all twisted, with broken halos laying over their ears haphazardly. Their many eyes peered at her and her captor.
"Tell them. Tell them how you've chosen once again to be mortal. Tell them how you've chosen yet again to evade your true self and masquerade as someone you're not. Tell them!" he growled.
She shook, turning her head to look at him. She felt horns scrap against her ears as she laid them back, and felt her long, pointed tail coil. Her claws dug into the molten rock, and yet she felt no pain as the heat seeped into her bones. As the fire crept over her skin. She just felt shame, and a light sense of fear. "I've done only what I thought was right."
"Right? Tenebrarum, our kind is not made for such things. You are an Angelum Tenebrarum. An Angel of Darkness. You are to cause darkness! You are to do what our kind has done for eons! You are to be an Angel of Darkness!" he roared, red eyes flaring.
Suddenly she felt cold. The breath was sucked out of her. Her eyes went wide, her blood stopping. She gasped, scratching at her throat. 'I didn't want this' she tried to scream. But no sound left her lips. He drew her close, talons digging into the scaled flesh of her neck. "This life will be different. You will succeed. You mustn't forget, you are neither angel nor demon. Your job is not to do what is right or wrong. Your job is to keep the balance in the mortal world. You will not defy me again." he snarled before tossing her back. She slammed into the wall behind her, her form crumpling to the ground. Her vision went black.
"I won't fail you, Mortis."
She woke with a start, rolling off her bed. She hit the ground hard, wincing. Halokit wasn't sure what the dream had been about. She couldn't recall the details after waking. She only knew that she was scared, that she was confused. The kit pushed herself to her paws, shaking as she tried to collect herself.
basics
halokit | npc × npc | gen 1 (technically)
physically 3 months | spiritual age unknown
dob never specified | faceclaim is hanna from pll
"speech" | thoughts | "telepathy"
appearance
domestic feline | main | health 100%
- she is small in stature, and not very muscular. her fur is cream colored with classic tabby markings. her eyes are a deep green. the only strange thing about her seems to be her polydactyl feet (6 toes).
dragon | battle | health 100% | undiscovered
- no information available
personality
kind | secretive | easily distracted | full of life | curious | easily angered | usually pretty sweet | can be described as 'child like'
battle
physically easy | mentally difficult
physical health 100% | mental health 100%
attack in bold underlined beige
no kill | no capture | no torture | ask permission for any
powerplay for nonharmful actions only
important facts
- is a reincarnation of angeliclies dubois
- is part angel, part demon
- has a thick english accent
- has a small ferret companion
- prefers to be called Hal (h-ale)
recent events
- joined blizzardclan
powers
- shapeshifting (undiscovered)
- telepathy (discovered, 80% mastery)
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