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Post by Hazel on Nov 22, 2008 23:13:09 GMT -5
 simple sin by the title of;;
Touma
faking it all for the length of;;
thirty-four moons
pledging a loose allegiance to;;
himself
paused on the road to rule the world at;;
a simple rogue
plotting with other sinners of the;;
male persuasion
known or unknown to you, he will be;;
quite adorable. He's small for his age, and his looks help him weave his way into the center of your heart. Once there, he sets to work, though, by tearing you apart from the inside. Little by little, he will ruin your life, and you will never know it was him. He may seem innocent, but there is absolutely no chance of that being true. So far, no one has even touched his memory. Those who he meets and destroys have no names to him, not after he is done, anyway. However, maybe he will change. You will have to pray hard, though. The chance is just that slim.
the picture of innocence is found as;;
a faded ginger tabby. His eyes are an odd color, seeming green one moment, but then you could swear they were blue-green. In truth, htey hold a tad of both colors and well as some grey. His right eyes has a sliver of yellow-brown on one side, as well. The fur on his nose fades to white, only adding to his handsome and simple features. With pink skin and white whiskers, he is not all that different in the looks department. However, it is all a part of his evil design and he uses this lovely image to his advantage, especially with the she-cats who swoon at his passing.
living a life of sin, but still with time to remember that;;
he was born as an only kit to a young she-cat. He was he first litter, and would be her last. Even with no siblings to fight against, he stayed small and was pampered for it. However, he hated it, nad as he turned six moons old, his anger reached its peak. He was not allowed to fake hunt or fight--No, he would be kept hidden from the world. So, one day when his father was out getting food for them, he snapped. His usually adorable eyes swirled with bloodlust as he bit and tore at his mother's throat, starting when she was asleep to gain advantage. The last sight she saw was her son this way, and her eyes were wide in terror. There was stream nearby, so Touma washed up and climbed a tree, waiting in a branch.
When his father returned, he was in anguish. He heard a soft mewling and looked up, seeing small, seemingly innocent Touma, and he climbed up to comfort him. However, Touma had climbed high and put a weak branch between them. In his anguish and hurry, Touma's father didn't notice and when he landed on it, it snapped, and he fell. His back was broken, but he spent a few minutes in agonizing pain, both mental and physical. The mental pain came when Touma jumped down, with a sly, satisfactory look on his face and admitted what he had done to his paralyzed father, who died seconds later. Since then, he has had fun ripping apart others' lives, only to let them know it was him doing it all along when they were moments away from death and would have no time to let anyone know.
Now, he has almost torn down the clans and has run into the life of a rogue once more. He fathered a son fifteen moons ago, but has ignored him since he became affiliated with Iceclan, who took over Touma's best hunting grounds. He hates this 'new clan' and is tempted to beg the clans for forgiveness and join one of them to try and avoid the threat.
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