Cacophony
Pet Name: Cacophony
Owner: Apache
Theme / Type: Noir Kratork
Born: August 26, 2010
Gender: Male
MisticPal Name: Coherence
MisticPal Age: 4950 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 5 / 5
Strength: 3
Defense: 2
Speed: 3
Intellect: 4
Misticpower: 4
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1254 [ View Foods ]
Do you see me there...? Wandering in your footsteps.
Feel me dance around your vision. A shadow. An illusion. An imprint of emotion.
A yip, a scuffle, I'm gone, you're spooked.
Shifty, nervous. I smell it. Delicious: spooked.
Your nerves vibrate through my talons. I grip in wonderment, but don't strike.
I am adrenaline, twitchy and swift. Invisible, me, anonymous, fleeting.
Let me play on those edgy chords.
Like music.
Just one more time...?
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ID No. 37M
Cacophony; "harsh discordant sound; dissonance"
feral || elusive || timid || ferocious
"The Spy"
Cacophony is an unusual creature. He had a desire to understand chaos, to explore its boundaries, especially its part in the nature of sound. And its absence thereof. This exploration changed him. Something happened, and he was transformed into something else.
There is a disconnect between him and reality. At this point, he is almost devoid of sentience. He reacts nearly without thought and without assessment. He has become nocturnal and reacts violently to sudden flashes of light. He feels comfort in noticing sound or silence, especially when it is erratic and non-musical.
Cacophony has the bizarre and disconcerting habit of stalking the people he comes into contact with. He follows them and calls out to them in his strange voice so long as they keep his attention, which, in all honesty, isn't usually very long. Nonetheless, his fits of rambling yelps, cries, and snarls are sure to chill the spine of whomever may hear them. He is known to be aggressive when cornered, but it otherwise very calm.
He is wild and starry-eyed. None can say what impulses drive him to his strange behavior.
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Glance your shoulder
for doth he follow,
lithe and with the purpose of a hunter.
He can taste the shadows at your heel, and
hear the wind that whispers mournfully
at nape and neck.
A keening wail and gargled yips
do define the thing
strutting in your flightful wake.
Step carefully on yonder
hill, for once a target targeted,
he you will not shake.
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He stands at the edge.
The world lays behind him. It sleeps and while it does so, dreams. The void falls in front of him. It is dark, empty.
He leans, breathes into it.
There is quiet. He can no longer hear the world. Only his breath, in, out, over and over again.
The noise is his only reality. Here is there now and nowhere else.
Deep in the pits of his soul he knows, he has always known. His decision was made for him a long time ago.
He cuts his heart out and puts it into his breath.
He gives it to the void. His ambitions, his future, his dreams, his thoughts and intelligence.
He lets it all go. He is light, ethereal, no longer weighted to the world.
He is all and everything. He floats in the void.
He can see it now, breathing, alive, awake.
It has a heartbeat.
Thrum, thrum, thrum...
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Cacophony belongs to Apache.
[Adopted from the pound as a Noir Kratork]
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