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![]() It had been nearly a century. A century since he had been working in the city. A century since the last of his family died off. A century since the unfortunate day he died. Who is it we speak of you ask? Why, young Remus of course. A young man so full of life that it was selfishly stolen away from him. However, a man like that does not vanish from history so easily, and it is said that his ghost continues to haunt these streets late at night. He had been returning home from work late one night, traveling the streets he had walked since childhood and knew like the backs of his callused hands. On the way he decided to stop at his favorite spot in the city, the old lamp post where he and his friends would meet. The street was deserted at that moment, save for himself, and he could enjoy the peace of the night in silence under the comforting dim light. Perhaps if he had gone straight home like a good boy he wouldn't have died the way he did, caught in the cross fire between two rival gangs. It happened so fast he hardly had time to blink as the groups seemed to materialize out of the shadows, aiming their bullets at each other but passing them through him. The survivors fled the scene, and his wounds bled him out as he leaned against the lamp post. Death claimed him soon after, leaving his body to be found the next morning. Death wasn't such a horrible experience, but coming back as a ghost had to be the worst. Outside his body he watched everything unfold before his eyes. He stood by as a young couple found his body, following it with morbid curiosity to see what would happen. He watched his family cry as they identified him, sat through his own funeral, and watched over his family as they grew old and died too. He had been waiting for that day, so sick of watching everything happen to those he loved without being able to speak or help them. Now at least he would have the company of his loved ones. But, it seemed as though he was cursed to remain in silence, for his family passed on to a better place- leaving him all alone. Since then he has returned to the lamp post he knew so well, watching the world and the people change around him as he waited in silence for the day he would be heard. Then, one not so special night, the chance encounter that he had been waiting for finally came. It took the form of a young woman, seemingly not much older than himself, who came wandering through the streets that night. And as he waited for her to pass by like so many others before her, he was caught off guard when her strange eyes locked with his. She smiled, and for the first time in years he almost felt something stir in his undead heart. What was it again? Ah yes, hope.
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![]() You know the rules. 2. Always link back. (either here or Sunwilwen.) 3. No beauty contest, yadayda. 4. Enjoy (:
Here is a ref for trade:
CUSTOMS
Pick Up ALSO IF YOU WANT ONE WITH NO STROKE PUT THAT CODE AND AT THE END OF YOUR PET'S NAME PUT 2
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![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() (ghost= no white outline and nontransparent. ghost2= white outline and nontransparent. ghost3= the one shown. ghost4= One shown with a white outline.) ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Customs Replace NAME with your pets name
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