Mochni
Pet Name: Mochni
Owner: Apache
Theme / Type: Swamp Tarinooki
Born: March 26, 2009
Gender: Female
MisticPal Name: Sanity
MisticPal Age: 4973 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 4 / 4
Strength: 2
Defense: 4
Speed: 3
Intellect: 4
Misticpower: 3
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
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To my chagrin the air was palpable. I felt cold droplets slide
mercilessly
down my exposed cheek (the left one I recall)
leaving a trail of ache.
I turned my back then, on the regularities of banter,
on the courtesies,
normalities.
Irregular shapes flit to and fro, little assurances,
conformation of safety from obviousness,
from things laid plainly.
Look at me, but not my left side I beg,
and I beg with impossible vigor
for my cheek is not yet dry, and the shame is still
palpable.
I taste in these stains misconceptions of self,
perhaps negatives of truth,
and I ache with it.
I am not sure if I will still know me,
I am not sure if I will still know me
I feel my heart might sigh and with it gone my rebellion.
But, still, and with ridiculous conviction, I, perpetually,
listen to the pattering of my decision
dripping cold upon the floor.
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"My wings alight only when the skies themselves spill flame. My heart when ice descends thus after."
ID No. 12F
Mochni; "talking bird"
haunting || melodramatic || crazy || weird
"The Lunatic"
Mochni is, for all intents and purposes, insane. Though she might be crazy and disturbed, she is at the same time, complacent and passive. She is prone to mood swings, but is never violent. Though she may be completely off her rocker, she is not completely unaware of herself. She is aware of how she can be perceived by others and feels very judged for it. So instead of showing her awareness, she often plays up her insanity so that she may hide behind it.
Mochni is very thoughtful considering her mental state. She often stares into space, easily getting lost in deep thought. These thoughts do not, though, unfortunately, include precaution or foresight. She tends to react instantly to events around without choosing a path beforehand. No, her thinking usually involves small mysteries, like why the bug walking on the leaf chose to walk the way it did, and if the little bug there ever worries itself over the color of its carapace, and if the bug is capable of sentience or not.
When she is in a good mood, she will put on a show for strangers. She is a trickster at heart and has a flair for the dramatic. When she is not, she would rather keep away from the judgemental eyes of others, and try to piece together the puzzle of reality in solitude. This is where she is most lost, it is as if she loses all memory and cannot seem to understand why anything is happening or for whatever reason. These episodes are frequent, and thankfully she never forgets herself completely. She is always very careful to never act in violence even if the world itself is spinning out from underneath her feet.
She seems to be incapable of talking coherently. Her words often trail together in a very detailed, fractured, or backwards manner. This part she cannot seem to control, proper sentences are impossible to her.
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What do you want from me?
I am the serpent coiling about your ankles.
I am the shadow that creeps in your wake.
I am the wind nipping at your heels,
the worry that eats at you, the uncertainty and the fear.
My ink shall stain the truth in your heart and in that knowledge you will tremble, unaware of why.
I sigh, and the skies rest like stone on your shoulders, to destroy or to be lifted up.
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I had opened the box. Why had nothing happened?
What a waste, I thought, I --
Trees shook, vibrations rattled the ground. I let the box fall where it may, getting up, wondering at the noises.
As my back was turned, a thing slowly crawled out of its dwelling. A dark red, mass of a dripping thing. It made its way out of the box, slowly, cumbersomely, dripping everywhere red.
I turned again, nothing was there. Nothing but drops of blood on the ground. My heart caught in my throat. I looked down to examine my body -- none, it hadn't come from me.
Tentatively, I walked back over to the box, picked it up, turned it over and over, curious, but I found nothing but again the red stains.
Slowly, the thing crept up behind me. This time it could not conceal itself. I turned and caught its gaze. If it had one anyway.
It had only holes of black for eyes.
I froze, it slunk closer. Undulating, changing shape, carried by four long spider legs.
A hole opened in its mass, its red veiny form opening up into a twisted and evil maw.
Black bubbled in its throat. A screech rose from its depths, vibrating through the ground, through me.
Suddenly I could move again. Curdled fear shook me. This time, I turned and ran.
I dug in on all fours, my claws spit dirt and leaves. I ran as hard as I could.
If I had looked behind me, I would have seen the red thing chasing, crashing into trees and tearing at their bark. Leaving a mess of liquid on everything it touched.
Whatever it was made its way closer, it ran next to me.
I cried and flinched, hard and desperate, away. Away...
and right into a tree.
I fell and spun and came crashing to the ground, dazed and this time bleeding.
There was silence in the forest.
When my eyes slipped back into focus, I saw it, inches from my face. Its depths peered into me. The terror was indescribable.
Its breath blew down on me, slowly, breathing me in. It leaned and smelled at the place on me that was cut and dripping.
And suddenly it started shivering. Its entire body undulated and shook violently as if it were a thing without bones. It shrieked and bellowed and swung its great head back and forth.
I could not breathe, I was so consumed with dread and terror and knowing that this would be the end. I closed my eyes for the final time.
A shadow fell over me, suddenly silent.
And slowly, terribly, I was consumed. I was dead I thought, I was dead.
But then it spit me back out again.
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Mochni belongs to Apache.
[To be boxed Apocalyptic]
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