Deliriant
Faithful - Reckless - Noble
The Rather Delusional
Pet Name: Deliriant
Owner: Whitefoxfire
Theme / Type: Lanturn Ahbruis
MisticPal Name: Lanturnacht
MisticPal Age: 5492 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 10 / 10
Strength: 24
Defense: 5
Speed: 6
Intellect: 8
Misticpower: 1
Battles Won: 20
Battles Lost: 3
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Books Read
Books Read: 4/373 [ View Books ]
1. All about Misticpets
2. Bound Books
3. Guide to Wand Care
4. Who Killed The Cookie?
2. Bound Books
3. Guide to Wand Care
4. Who Killed The Cookie?
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 25/1254 [ View Foods ]
1. - Anya Pomme
2. - Arctic Pomme
3. - Blush Pomme
4. - Cactus Drink
5. - Darkwood Hollow Burger
6. - Demon Pomme
7. - Desert Pomme
8. - Festive Snowman Lollypop
9. - Furry Pomme
10. - Gourmet Mint Chocolate Pop
11. - Heart Pomme
12. - Kitty Pomme
13. - Mint Soda
14. - Noir Pomme
15. - Pie Pomme
16. - Pine Pomme
17. - Pirate Pomme
18. - Pomme Poultry
19. - Pommeaid
20. - Pommegranite
21. - Pommepadour
22. - PommePei
23. - Swamp Pomme
24. - Toxic Pomme
25. - Tropical Pomme
2. - Arctic Pomme
3. - Blush Pomme
4. - Cactus Drink
5. - Darkwood Hollow Burger
6. - Demon Pomme
7. - Desert Pomme
8. - Festive Snowman Lollypop
9. - Furry Pomme
10. - Gourmet Mint Chocolate Pop
11. - Heart Pomme
12. - Kitty Pomme
13. - Mint Soda
14. - Noir Pomme
15. - Pie Pomme
16. - Pine Pomme
17. - Pirate Pomme
18. - Pomme Poultry
19. - Pommeaid
20. - Pommegranite
21. - Pommepadour
22. - PommePei
23. - Swamp Pomme
24. - Toxic Pomme
25. - Tropical Pomme
Are You Really Seeing?
Real Name: forgotten~
Nick Name: Deliriant, Dee
Meaning:
-noun
1. A temporary state of mental confusion and fluctuating consciousness resulting from high fever, intoxication, shock, or other causes. It is characterized by anxiety, disorientation, hallucinations, delusions, and incoherent speech.
2. A state of uncontrolled excitement or emotion
Age: ~19
Species: Spectral Hound
Gender: Female
Other:
~Delusional~
Appearance:
old art
-changin,possibly~?-
Quad
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Human
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Job: Queen of Delusions
Hired: October 2, 2011 at 11:56 am
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-coming-
-- By Myth --
This dream I live.
Fantasy :: Imagination :: Creation
This is my world.
Delusion :: Visions :: Figments of Imagination
This is my paradise.
Dire Morana. A place of heat, dust, and volcanoes.
It was snowing in Dire Morana.
The lone ashen shape made his way through the nonexistent blizzard struggling to place each step against stormy winds which ruffled no fur. The snow was a torrent falling from the heavens which never touched his skin- the cold an ethereal beast that never went past the surface.
A fantasy. Imagination. A world of creation.
This was his world.
Delusions, visions, figments of the imagination.
This was his paradise.
Now the white of the snow was changing, changing to a flurry of prismatic colors, red, green, pink in the sky, swirling to earth. The lupe paused in his travels to turn his face to the heavens, flattening his ears against the roar only he herd, opening his mouth to taste the fictional flakes of color. It tasted like nothing- or it tasted like air. But to Deliriant, it tasted like a slice of the rainbow. Heaven.
Once more, on his journey forwards. The world turned to black and white, as the snow raged all the more fiercely, causing the ‘bruis to narrow his eyes against the figment snow. The visibility was dropping, he could barely see his paws in front of him. But still he move forwards-
A startled yelp tore from his throat, in the process of becoming a full howl, as his paws hit air and he tumbled over the ledge. His cry resounded as he fell, until it was abruptly cut off as body slammed into dirt below.
The day had changed. The snow was gone, to be replaced with an empty land of a glowing red, while the sky reflected a dark void of nothingness, the purest black to set in the mind’s encompass. Darker than death- a shiver, no, this was common place.
It always happened, one way or another.
A grunt, and Deliriant heaved himself to his paws, but found pain came through him when ever weight was placed on his left shoulder. So he stood, silently, awkwardly, left paw raised above the ground, staring blankly at the ground. Broken? Most likely. It had borne the brunt of the fall.
A sudden change in attitude and the wolf like creature threw his head up and howled to the empty sky, hoping someone in this expanse would help him. His fantasy as flickering away, showing soot barren lands and tall cliffs in the distance, but still the vision of nothingness held. And in this nothingness, would there be— no-oneness?
Another flicker of settings as the pain coursed through him with every twitch and shudder, until he stood still in a deathly silence, waiting for his call to be answered, if it would be at all. He could not move, and so the only thing to do would be to wait.
Wait till the end of the world, wait to see his death, if the gods so decreed.
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Favorite Saying:
"...."
Family:
-none-?
Acquaintances:
-none yet-
Art Bin:
-older art-
x.x.
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Theme Song:
-If ever lost, Please return to Whitefoxfire-
The Queen's Treasures
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