Artist: Dorma
Email: popping_panda@hotmail.com
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Character's Story:
When Laythie was a small boy in his village, a horrable plauge seemed to be spreading through his town like wild fire. Most of his childhood friends died from the simtoms of the giant black scales eventually covering their bodies and mouths/noses so they could no longer breath. He, however, did not get this new plauge. He did notice something happening to him, though, as did his parents; he had small black wings poking out of his back. His parents thought he was a spon of the devil, with the wings and such. He was blamed for the killing of all the people after the plauge was over, and his parents, as well as he, were sentenced to death (by this time he was about 14).
On that faitful day, they beheaded the mother and father, one after the other. It was Laythie's turn- he got down on his hands and knees and closed his eyes and took one last deep breath before attemting to put his head down on the block. It all happened in a flash after that- a small green streak whirled past, taking Laythie with him. The next thing Laythie knew, he was in the middle of a forest, looking down at his rescuer- a small man wearing all green and shamrocks.
"Good day, sir!" The small man said in a sqeeky voice, ozzing with a fake Irish accent.
Laythie nelt down next to him and raised an eyebrow. "Who are you, midget?"
He bowed and held out his tiny hand to shake Laythie's. "I my, friend, am..."
Laythie shook his hand and stood up. "Stop using your fake accent."
The leprichon bowed again and smiled. Then, he began again in a voice quiet like Barry White's, "I'm Orishas."
Laythie and Orishas spent their days in the forest. Laythie found out that Orishas had a backpack that held stuff to give him tatoos. Orishas gave him red scales on his arms and legs, to remind them both of the plauge... only in red.
Comments: I'm sure I won't get any votes, but it was fun ^_^
"Laythie talking to Orishas" 