Zekovu
Pet Name: Zekovu
Owner: Apache
Theme / Type: Inferno Haruba
Born: March 11, 2009
Gender: Male
MisticPal Name: Happiness
MisticPal Age: 5472 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 3 / 3
Strength: 5
Defense: 4
Speed: 6
Intellect: 5
Misticpower: 3
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: 1/373 [ View Books ]
1. Scarab Desert Survival Handbook
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 2/1254 [ View Foods ]
1. - MisHap
2. - Scarab Soup
2. - Scarab Soup
What disillusions did color your eyes
red?
There was a time when we walked together, fate strung between us, suspended in our shadows. A link that bound us together. A duty, a purpose, a bond.
It was a special thing, our combined trust. The way we walked was one of leaning: each on the other, both leading and following.
Brother, you sullied it with your greed and naivety. It was a fierce thing, your betrayal.
I do not think I will trust again; you have stripped from me that opportunity.
So I watched as blood pooled, raw retribution, around the thorny shafts that littered the ground.
No, brother, and I hear you asking, I hold no regret. There is only your perpetual betrayal, and the sorrow it brought upon the both of us.
Regardless, I hope you are happy, slumbering beneath curdled roses, without forgiveness, nor revenge.
I hope you are happy,
as I am happy.
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"Trust not that of which your heart cries to most often, but to that of which it cries to the loudest."
ID No. 4M
Zekovu; "wolf-scar"
mischievous || shy || vigilant || stoic
"The Bandit"
Zekovu is a well practiced thief who used to rob from anyone and everyone. Recently he has fallen upon better company and tries to reserve his talents for those who, he feels, deserve it. He is bought quite easily, though he will comply to a request much better if it is an actual challenge for him. This near-abstinence from stealing is hard on him, so when he is called upon to perform his craft as he feels it truly should be done, he revels in every moment and strives for absolute perfection.
When he is not in the limelight he tends to prefer anonymity. He keeps his head down and is uncomfortable with his short-comings in other fields. He is rather shy when talked about or noticed, and does not go out of his way to strike up conversations. Zekovu almost always acts in self-interest, mostly as a way to secure his status as apathetic or indifferent. He is a loner, who would prefer that you believe he has no interest in emotion bonds, though he secretly wishes for his comrades to call him family.
He is deeply afraid of being without water, for he has come perilously close to death at the hand of a desert. He tries, like in all things he does, to not let this weakness show, though if one is particularly observant you will notice his obsession with full canteens.
Other than that he is enthralled and captivated by roses of any kind.
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Watch me swindle, poorly,
golden ribbons from lowly ankles,
for naught am I but unclean, too?
Look upon thee, for I am none stronger
than the weakest thing
lurking in any of you.
I might put forth a request,
of one shining chain, strongly lit,
to dispel the dark that clouds my features.
Though I would be inevitably denied
it is wonderful to imagine
what a moment of indulgence would reveal.
Wonderingly, with skepticism,
such a thing could change,
perhaps even the likes of immorality -- us.
Why couldn't we have tried?
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My talons engorged with flames, my skin flickered with a new deceit. I thought I would dissolve into ash; part of me hoped I would. If I were to escape it would be as if born anew, but this was not rebirth; it was a kind of death.
Deep, shaggy, hot breaths racked through me. My eyes clouded behind a smoky haze. I was less of myself than I ever remembered being. I had thought this inferno could erase my deepest hurts, and indeed it had, if only a little. I could not see as clearly that of which had nearly driven me mad, but what frightened me was the inability to recollect the better memories. There was a feral glint in my heart that I was certain had not been there before.
I rose up from the scorched circle I had lain in and hated my skin instantly (and irrationally, for it was only the unfamiliarity I scorned). Gradually I flexed my foreign paws, adorned my foreign crown of burning light, and gazed into the pool that mirrored my reflection. At this sight I became sorrowful (yet there was a lighter thing that spoke of awe) and wept and wondered how I could.
"Deceit!" I cried, with smoky puffs of my lungs. "What have I done to myself?" I crept away from the pool, noting with impatience that it was more difficult to see through the dark with light blazing all around me. Squinting into the dark, I plodded off to plan.
It was hard to do so. The transformation had been exhausting. And yet...
I had been deterred before, in worse circumstances than this. I began to relax, and as I did so memories slowly came back, thus beckoning relief. I would not be lost to fire as I had feared. No, I would further live with what pain I had endured (and caused), but I would live past it and, perhaps, know happiness once more.
This I decided as my legs carried me farther away from the scorch marks I had left upon the sandy floor; bare scars that left an ominous impression of, surprisingly, healing.
For a while I hoped my want for redemption would not bring about my own destruction, but soon I simply worried not and I let my thoughts drift in a new direction: forward, towards what had yet to pass.
My future for the shaping.
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Zekovu belongs to Apache.
Boxed Inferno on 3/28/11!
[Adopted from the pound as a Desert Haruba]
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