Iago
Pet Name: Iago
Owner: Apache
Theme / Type: Voodoo Zisscor
Born: December 3, 2012
Gender: Male
MisticPal Name: Cunning
MisticPal Age: 4328 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 16 / 16
Strength: 16
Defense: 0
Speed: 18
Intellect: 10
Misticpower: 1
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1254 [ View Foods ]
I am not ugly, I am not ugly, I am not ugly...
I inspect myself in the mirror, observing every scrape. Every blemish.
When I was free, you know, I didn't even know what I looked like. And I never cared.
I am dressed in chains, beautiful and golden. But still chains. I continue my mantra.
I am not ugly, I am not ugly.
For a moment I see you reflected in the mirror, jeering, mocking, insulting me.
I am not ugly! I scream inwardly.
I am torn apart by hatred.
And sewn back together again...
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"Who, me? No, no, I tried to help him! But look at me, so small and malnourished. I would have helped him up if I could. I served him. I tried to save him. I wanted to save him! I will never forgive myself, you know. I am nothing without him. Barely more than a worm."
ID No. 13M
Iago; "he who supplants"
innocuous || surreptitious || vindictive || ambitious
"The Usurper"
He is not a great serpent. He has no teeth. His hide is smooth. He cannot bind or crush or strike. No, he is quite harmless. I mean, what could he possibly do? Hah! Look at him!
He is no threat. No threat at all.
Or at least, that's what he'd like you to think.
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Even in the long mountains
I am followed by the hate
within and not,
unallowed to be free, no choice.
For I am lost in the world
with only callous words to guide my judgement
I was so close
to happiness.
But I am not allowed, I see, to love
anyone, even myself,
if it was otherwise, why would
the world be so bent on giving pain.
Even where the world drops off the edge
and I am almost liberated,
the dark things come laughing
and mock the idea that I could ever be free.
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The body below me is whole, unbroken.
'How the great fall' and all that... a pity. You won't even fall hard. You will not be missed. Yes, your people may cry. They may grieve. But they won't really miss you.
Do you still think I am worthless? Do you think I am harmless?
That word hangs bitter in my mind. I muster up my hatred and spit my fury. Never again will terrorize me, lord over me, laugh at me.
You are evil. And you are dead.
I wish, more than anything in the world, that you could know I have killed you. I proved you wrong. I did. Look at me now. Can you not see how strong I am?! LOOK AT ME.
For all my rage is it useless.
You would never guess that it was me. No, to your last breath you will have believed that I was impotent, that I was weak, that I would never rise against you. Not that it matters now.
I suppose that is the price for discretion...
For power.
For revenge.
Then let that very thing be the nail in many coffins. Let them believe I am meek, that they can walk all over me, that I am powerless. Let them believe I mourn you.
They will not see their deaths coming, either.
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Iago belongs to Apache.
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