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for best viewing: firefox, 1200x800 resolution press F11 for fullscreen. .place You approach a pair of rusty iron gates. In front of it sits a small figure, seemingly disinterested in his surroundings. As you draw closer, you realize that the figure is a small cat-like creature. What's more, he's speaking. To you, presumably, since there is no one else around. The state of the souls that arrive here vary. They are sad. They are angry, outraged. They are resigned. But most of all, they are confused. But you...you are none of these. How did you arrive to this place?'

.statement Name: Yumiere (you-me-air) Nickname: Yumi/Umi Species: Wocky Gender: Male Color: Darigan Family: None, never existed Occupation: Gatekeeper

.shell personality: In demeanor, Yumi is indifferent, apathetic; he has seen the emotion of a thousand lifetimes and has become desensitized. Material things, such as the trinkets that the lost souls bring with them appeal to him, and he often grants favors in exchange for them. appearence: Yumi can actually take several different forms, but he prefers this one: +++Eyes: Golden +++Fur: Shaggy, dark red +++Wings: "bony" +++Markings: Red-orange, various around his body +++Special features: Short grey horns, curly tail +++Accessories: Key tied to loop around his tail, usually carrying trinkets +++tied around his right forepaw Reference:

.opinion Likes trinkets warmth color Dislikes cold Arulo gates

.minion You see a small shadow creeping up behind Umir. Two red eyes glare out at you from the darkness. He follows your gaze and sighs. 'That is Arulo. He is supposed to be my helper...but he sabotages me more than assists me. He absolutely cannot be trusted.' Umir turns and hisses at Arulo, and the shadow shrinks away. Name: Arulo (ah-rool-oh) Meaning: traitor Species: Nuk Gender: Male Color: Darigan Arulo's in my gallery, here.

.no beginnings, no ends Hell is a place, a time, a consciousness, in which there is no love. -Richard Bach It's cold down here. Every preconcieved notion you ever heard, everything you know about this place is false. Completely, utterly false. +++At the beginning of time, a being greater than you or I created this world. No one knows who this ultimate creator is, or was. No one knows if this deity built the universe brick by brick, stone by stone, atom by atom, or if it simply appeared, as it was meant to be. +++But this world consists of more than you can perceive; in truth, there are three parallel...existences, shall we call them? We have no names for them; rather, we associate them with feeling. +++The first you know well; it is the world of normality, countless emotions, restrained by natural laws. The world you are living in even as you read this tale. +++The second and third worlds are what is commonly known as the afterlife, heaven and hell. I could not tell you what the land of light is like; I have never seen it nor experienced it. I know only of the second. The underworld. +++The place of "fire and brimstone," or so it is called. In fact, it is the exact opposite. All around, winds colder than your Arctic whip continuously around, chilling you unti you burn. A luminous gloom lightens the place with no apparent source. There are no volcanoes, crags, caves. An endless frozen sea stretches on with no end while icebergs loom overhead, threatening to drop at any moment. +++To you - you mortals - there is one visible, tangible world at any one time. Though sometimes, when one feels an emotion strong enough, the borders shimmer; they become blurred. Murderous rage. The purest love. However, none stay permanently until it is their time. Very rare is it that any have come and left this world of their own accord. +++As for myself, I was not born. Created by unknown hands, I awakened at the gates of this doomed place at the beginning of time. No one told me what I was to do; I knew my purpose. I am as souless as this place is lifeless, colorless. +++And yet...nothing physical compels me to stay, to do my assigned duty. But do not assume that my presence here means that I enjoy being in this forsaken place. It is for the sake of all three worlds that I remain here.

.shades Adoptables! :D

.mirror art by others: (hover for credit) art by myself: (sorry for the lack of. x-x)

.exodus +++Few do ever leave this place. I myself have never strayed from this world, but there is one I recall who has. I suppose you will enter that number, but doubtless, you and I will meet again. .link back If you enjoyed my story, why not share it with others? <a href="http://www.neopets.com/~yumiere"><img src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh304/angelaxlove/ymi/key.png" border="0"></a>