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Hello there, guest. I'm Tori, and I am Taunt's owner and creator of this page (and hostess of the music so don't steal). I'll start off by saying that this has been a long, arduous process, creating Taunt's page. The content and story and all the hop-options were by no means easy, but I think that this is also the most creative out of my pet's personal realms. I'd love to thank Tawreh for doing all the art that you see on this page and SamK for coding help. Kudos also go out to everyone (especially you all in Shookz; love ya to death) who made Taunt a lovely adoptable. Without all of you, this page wouldn't have been possible.

Oh yes, and before you go be sure to check out the F.A.Q. (#FAQ) and credit sections on this page. Don't even bother neomailing me if you haven't read the F.A.Q.'s, please. Questions answered in that section that are sent to me anyway are annoying as can be. But I'm a nice person, so I won't bite your head off if you do send an answered question. Just don't expect me to be super kind about it.

Now, what's this that you hear about hop-options? Let me explain.

Taunt's page is set up like an adventure. These passages are eloquent because they are supposed to make you feel like you're in the story. After all, this is supposed to be an imaginative page. So I implore you to read the passage and then select the option you find suitable. It's very simple. There are choices beneath these sections and you simply click on them. Either one is a direct link so you'll get somewhere either way. And just for the record, this page is NO FUN and will confuse you if you try to scroll. There are lots and lots of options and they're not all in order, so be sure to use the links! Enjoy yourself, guest, and prepare for a totally new petpage experience. :)

Let's go on an adventure!

I'll just take a patch and go...

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At first, guest felt nothing.
Numbness was a breathless experience. It was like they'd just dropped off the face of the earth and were now floating miles above. The incident was by far the most out-of-body that had ever before happened to guest, whose mind was just beginning to gnash its gears together to create thoughts. And the first that came was of a black bird, an ink blot against a white sky. Its wings barely moved as it was swept along updrafts and plummeted downward when the wing patterns changed. guest was chasing after it, their breath curling out in front of them. Chilly. Fair breeze. Not cold enough so that they had to double back to Babushka's cozy cabin to grab their down coat. Besides. The bird was flying away.
guest reached their hand toward the sky, grasping blindly with their fingers as they laughed the laugh of an innocent child. Their immature legs couldn't keep up with the winged creature, and soon the ebony bird was out of sight.
With a jolt guest was brought to their current situation. The memory seemed to jog their body into motion, for guest's fingertips began twitching and burning. Were these phantom flames that licked across their body? Surely not, for when guest opened their eyes all that could be seen was white. A weak cry escaped their lips as they bent their elbow, and the ensuing pop assured guest that this was not flame, but its opposite, its foe: ice. It had formed on their joints; crisped the folds of their jacket. The mountain traveler made a feeble attempt to rise to their hips, or at least to raise their face out of the snow. Energy was running low, and they cried out at a sharp tearing in their left leg. Forcing all of their strength to their shoulders, guest heaved themselves so that they sat on properly on their bottom.
For once there was not complete whiteness. A ring of red circled the place where pain emanated.
A pair of shiny, steely jaws were latched on. It had quite obviously shattered their leg bone. guest flicked their tongue out to wet their beyond-chapped lips and then bit down hard. The reason they were here eluded them at the moment, but another thought was up and front: how to get free of the steel trap…and further, how to survive.
Memories of a beloved Babushka came forth, and tears sprang to guest's eyes. Why would those happy thoughts surface now? Confused, angered, horrified, guest kicked their movable leg and screamed. Nobody was coming. Nobody ever would. It seemed truly pointless to even struggle against nature at this point. Besides…even though the wind whipped across their exposed face like a million knives and the driving snow was so fast and furious that guest could barely see past the blood patch, it was bizarrely and eerily soothing. It was like a murderous lullaby, luring guest to close their eyes to the cold and the pain. And it was more tempting than the sweetest siren song.
For once, snow was striking a sweet deal. guest let their heavy eyes flicker close, almost savoring the shade of their eyelids against the stark white nothingness of wherever they were right then.
It was so…so warm…and Babushka was smiling benevolently, surrounded by a peaceful silver haze…
Her hand was outstretched…
A smile creased guest's cracked, bleeding lips as they turned out their surroundings. The warmth just kept coming… Stop, a gruff voice commanded, followed by a freezing, wet nose in the side of their neck. Open your eyes.
Both the image of Babushka and guest's smile slipped away slowly as the voice's words were heeded. A tall, lean black canine stood in their direct field of vision, and its -disallowed_word-such as engaging in vigilantism) and generally wishing to do evil or harm to others. The transgressions borne of vengeance are among the most serious, including murder, assault, and in extreme cases, genociide. Wrath is the only sin not necessarily associated with selfishness or self interest (although one can of course be wrathful for selfish reasons, such as jealousy). Dante described vengeance as "love of justice perverted to revenge and spite".
-Wikipedia; 'Seven Deadly Sins', 'Wrath'.
October 2007

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The Seven Deadly Sins.
Although the phrase we all know today was coined by Dante Alighieri somewhere in the early 1300s in the infamous book The Divine Comedy, the concept of sins against morality has dated pre-biblical times. While the accepted notions about the venial (forgivable), or 'common sins', were almost universally accepted, there were a set of vices that almost certainly called for your damnation.
I myself have never partaken in a religion. Not that I see anything wrong with people who do, but it's always been easier for me to just accept the fact that it's me who makes me who I am and not some unseen deity that intervenes in my day-to-day life. My perception of religion is that it is the world's singlehanded greatest and worst feature. Someday, religion will tear this world apart because people are too busy standing for what cannot be seen.

Or, at least so I thought.

Surely you know of the sins: Luxuria, Gula, Avaritia, Acedia, Ira, Invida, Superbia. Those are their original Latin names, but their respective English ones are Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, and Pride. I have long known about the cardinal vices, or capital sins (i.e. Seven Deadly Sins) and will refer to them in more than one way throughout this entry. Yes, while I was quite aware of these sins, I can't say that I believed in the reasoning of the churches in saying that for commiting these sins I was trespassing against the very morality that was my life.

It is impossible not to sin. Throughout people's lives - throughout your life - there will be sin in abundance. And while people today might be stupid, I take a certain pleasure in knowing that most of these minor day-to-day occurances are unintentional. It is not in the nature of an average person to intentionally commit crimes against their bretheren. It is a certain kind of creature that behaves in such a beastly manner, not the harmless everyday human. And as it is known, guest, I am not your everyday average anything.

My life has led me down a path that to most would seem wicked and horribly twisted. People misunderstand my career. Go up to anybody in the street and exclaim 'aggresive intelligence'. The passersby think of military, and understandably so. But so much as breathe a word of my other job and a busy place can be transformed from smooth to riotous more rapidly that could be believed. Whatever. It's not in me to care about how others percieve me, because frankly they will never live up to a smidget of my potential.

I am an intentional weapon, and behave as such.

I aimed for bluntness there so that I would not have to tiptoe around the topic of the Seven Deadly Sins. This ties into the religion point that I made earlier. And while the previous words may have seemed like pointless rambles, I assure you that it is not.

I have been visited by an angel.
Yes, a real angel. A flesh-and-feathers angel, complete with the white feathered wings and a halo of light surrounding him. He appeared in the form of a lightning bolt striking down from the heavens, splitting a young tree in half and thus walking from the burning foliage toward me. Can't say that I was scared, but it startled me more than anything I could think of at the time. As he approached me, I could feel the change in the weather go from clear to congested in a matter of moments. When he narrowed his eyes, thunder claped overhead. It was a very surreal experience.

This angel, the Moon's Weaver, proceeded to explain to me the importance of Heaven and salvation and living within heavenly boundaries while still on earth. Do you think I cared? Not nearly enough. When I tried to walk past him he stopped me and explained that I was the embodiment of one of the Cardinal Vices, Wrath. Apparantly six others were the living embodiments of the other six sins. I had no idea why I was being called out for Wrath - everyone was angry, why was I any different! - and I was getting fed up with it.

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Lust.
Gluttony.
Greed.
Sloth.
Wrath.
Envy.
Pride.