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"Laythie in the Forest"
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Artist: NemoEmail: Nemo4737@aol.com Website: http://www.nemo562000.deviantart.com/
Character's Story: War was about to begin. The sides were lined up ready to charge. A rocket was fired and the war began. The two sides charged towards each other. Now gleaming swords and armor would soon become stained with the blood of the enemy. On the battlefield two men laid next to each other. One was dying, the other wounded. The dying one whispered to the other for water. His comrade rolled over and pulled out his flask. With his final drop of water, he gave his fellow soldier water. At that moment an angel should have been born. However, since the water was combined with blood, a demon angel was born. He had nowhere to go, heaven and hell wouldn’t accept him because he was neither demon nor angel. So he roamed the Earth instead, trying to find his place. As he spent his first days of life walking through the Earth, he only saw the ravages of war. Obviously this gave him a bad impression. He decided the human race was all evil didn’t deserve to live. Eventually the demon-angel found good and became even more confused about the human race. For sixteen years the demon-angel traveled the Earth looking for purpose of his being… One day he came upon a stream where kalav was sitting besides the stream whimpering. It was a small, fuzzy, almond colored with big, striped cat ears. It had cut its foot and was bleeding profusely. The demon-angel peered down at its paw. He didn’t understand that it felt pain for he had never felt pain. “Why are you crying?” he asked the kalav. “Can’t you see?” the kalav responded, sounding annoyed, “I’ve hurt myself.” The demon-angel looked befuddled. He reached down and touched the kalav’s paw. It instantly healed. The kalav was astounded by what had happened. He inspected his paw quickly and looked at the demon angel with a newfound fondness. “Wow… uh, thanks… I’m Tero. What’s your name?” asked the kalav. “My name?” Again the demon-angel was puzzled, “I don’t really have one. No one ever named me. In fact, no one has really spoken to me except for screaming and running away.” “Well then I’ll name you. How about… Laythie. Yeah, Laythie; I’ve always liked that name.” “Sure, that sounds fine.” He got up and started to walk on to the next village with Tero following after him. At first, Laythie was annoyed by the kalav, but soon he began to like the company of Tero. The two traveled the world for years, still looking and wondering what their place was. Comments: Well I didn't miss the deadline this time. And something tells me that LOZ got the idea from my last MOC submission that I missed. |
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