
You are listening to: S.H.E, by iamx
You have been left alone
The creature of innocence
You lie for what you're worth
And struggle with your confidence
And when your devil complains
And tears you up, to start again
And when you're lying on your stage
And nothing works, just living hurts
Forget, forget
With the secret harmonic emotion
Forget, forget
With the secret harmonic emotion
And so we meet again
To players in a puppet show
Don't cry for audience
There's no one that can take you home
And when your devil complains
And tears you up, to start again
And when you're lying on your stage
And nothing works, just living hurts
Forget, forget
With the secret harmonic emotion
Forget, forget
With the secret harmonic emotion
Forget, forget
With the secret harmonic emotion
Forget, forget
With the secret harmonic emotion
Forget, forget
With the secret harmonic emotion
Encounter
The forest stood silent. Dim rays of sun's light filtered through the dense canopies above you. A pair of birds swirled and chirped past you, leaves gathered at the foot of tree trunks. It was just the beginning of spring, flowers began to poke their way between the thin blades of grass and small creatures ran about the forest's floor seeking food. Soon you come to an opening at the end of the path. A vast meadow spread itself for miles in an immense kingdom of green dotted with yellow and red flowers. A gentle breeze brushed across the landscape, creating the illusion of waves. You then spotted a pale figure not too far into the meadow. Its stillness is what suggested it may be not a live creature and the reason why it blends so well with the view as if he belongs to the meadow, just another growing flower. You move closer to examine the strange stallion. Gold ornaments decorated his forehead and legs with golden crosses, a religious symbol? His hinquarters had a replica of such crosses yet in black and pasted against grey backgrounds, yet it was not this that interest you the most, but the key that hung from his neck. It was of a pure silver hung among a delicate and thin golden chain. The key had a pair of white wings floating by its sides, curiously enough, gravity did not seem to affect this item at all. The statue turned his skull to face you, his blank orbs staring right into your eyes. It was then you noticed how close you had gone to what you thought was some kind of decorative ornament rather than a live creature. You back away slightly, giving him his space. The stallion nickered softly and turned to gaze at the horizon, where the sun was barely brushing the far hills. The stallion unlocked his legs from his standing position to begin to walk back into the forest "you should leave... it'll get dark soon" he whispered just loud enough for you to hear. You turn to follow him, he did not look like a real horse at all, it was like looking at a statue walk. Completely emotionless and perfect. He glanced at you and frowned slightly "may I ask why you are following me? your path is down the other way" you laugh slightly, not wanting him to get the wrong ideas from you "uh... I don't know, I don't even know if you are real or just an illusion. How can you stay so still? how can you be so long without breathing? how come you have crosses all over you? do you live here?" His auds drew slightly backwards. Annoyed? "you ask too many questions..." he murmured, you shrug "I'm just curious" he sighs and turns his skull away before halting "if I answer... will you follow your own path and leave me be?" you nod with a grin "promise" he grimaced slightly at the word. He looked up at the darkening skies "fine..." he lowered his skull and sat on his hinds "stillness is an art only gained with practice and patience, not breathing and stay alive is imposible. I breathe, it is just HOW you breathe that makes the illusion of stillness. And no, I don't live here" he stood up once more and turned to continue his way "but... the cross things?" you noticed how he twiched slightly, he slowly turned his skull to face you "these crosses are an ironic 'joke' of you mortals, only time will make you understand" he spat bitterly as he turned and left into the darkness of the forest shadows. The sky was already hinting a dark blue, soon to be black. You better leave before the night creatures come out to hunt...
Past
I cannot speak of my origins, the truth of what lies after death is kept in secret and prohibited for those who know to tell. There are so many things you mortals believe and yet are completely wrong *chuckles* time will only show you the right path to the truth behind every existance...
Statis

Name: Havenark
Nickname: None
Gender: Male
Age: unknown
Species: Uni
Breed: Unknown, Angel?
Siblings: None
Crush: None
Love: None
Offspring: None
About Havenark
- There are many theories about where Havenark comes from. Some say he comes from heaven, others that he is a form of god himself, even some believe that he is a gatekeeper to an eternal world. In a way, all those theories are true, and yet terribly wrong.
- Havenark is a very mysterious creature, he speaks very little of himself if not nothing at all. He appears to have an emotional capacity close enough to that of a fish. But this does not mean he does not feel emotions strongly, it just appears he does not.
- He is not very social, he would rather stand in a corner than join a group a people. But he does get quite kind once broken through his shield =3
- It is hard to keep track of the places he goes, not many grew close enough to know where he goes when he disappears. Yet again, many theories were thought up, and again, all terribly wrong.
- Havenark tends to forget most of his experiences on earth. However, his past memories remain intact and perfectly clear.
Beloved

Love is a feeling I do not feel a desire for, neither do I desire that kind of company in my life. It would only complicate my tasks further and put lives in danger. I cannot risk lives that way, and much less those of the ones I love. My option is to grow apart from close friendships, its the only way to keep everyone safe from me...
Friendships
I...No, I have no friends...
Loves//Loathes
Loves

-Silence
-Peace
-Isolated areas
-Flying
-water
Loathes

-Destruction
-Loud noises/Music
-Crowds
-Cities and Towns
-Fire
Little Angels
Fan art/art
yay! my first fan art! thank you anhong_12 ^^
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