His Appearence
a.k.a. his character reference image

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He Thirsts For Your Fear
But he longs for your Love

Most are taught to value honesty, loyalty, sharing, and companionship.
I was taught that life is only about one. It's only about the one in charge, the one on top.
If that one isn't you, than you're pretty much just an asset to that one.

I was brought up in a world full of hatred, destruction, and backstabbing.
I was brought up not knowing the meaning of family, love, kinship, or trust.
I still don't know the meaning of friendship.

I have hated more than I have liked.
I have killed more than I have lived.
I have seen more darkness than I have light.
I have thrived on fear, and not hope.

When most are taught to love, I was taught to hate.

And now that I am free from the confinement of my past, I am still not free of the darkness.
It follows me, in the fears of the world.

And I just want to know what it is that everyone lives for.

Notes From The Editor
a.k.a, this page isn't done

Pirhon, [Fear-on], was given to me by a lovely neofriend (and friend in real life) named Britt
Though I cannot make artwork, and a proper layout for Pir yet, I am keeping this page around for notes on his character.. and ideas that pop up. He is very inspirational.
The background was not made by me. I found it on a website that makes free backgrounds for people. The website is called "Designerified" and the background is called "Ripped From The Sky" -- search it up on some search engine that rhymes with Poogle-- if you're safe and understand that I am not forcing you to. After all, I value my accounts.

Below will just be notes/snippets of ideas about Pir.

Snippets of Inspiration
things to look forward to in the future

Like most canines, my mother was part of a collective group. A closely knit community. She was the alpha female, and my father was the alpha male. We were the pups that the whole pack looked after.
I was the runt of the litter.
-Details about the trouble, etc-
My mother killed all of my sibblings so that they each would be free from the demons that raided our packlands. She didn't only kill them, though, she killed them in an order. As though it was more important to her to ensure that her most prized children would be free from the raid in case she was unable to kill us all. Of course she couldn't just kill us all at once, no, she had to choose and order us.

I thought, at the time, that my mother wasn't doing to me what she was doing to most of my sibblings -- because she loved me. It's a funny thought, actually, thinking that your mother isn't killing you because she loves you.
Even when I had a family, I wasn't loved.

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.."Justice?" her eyes were stern as she glared into mine, "who are you to know what is right and what is wrong? -- What makes you think you know justice?" ..
.. "All you know is fear."
--- Travels through nightmares.

Perhaps you should look at some of her other pages.