Paradox -- Folami

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Paradox

Gender: male
Age: 5 years
Species: folami

Eye color: sharp iron hard unholy blue
Body Build: long legged sleek bodied and angled featured.
Fur Length: medium
Spay/Neutered/Steral: No
In-Depth Physical Appearance:
Don't look it in the eye, not those iron hard walls of blue. Unholy in all his extremes. Don't look the snake in the face, not that black masked face. Blackness overtakes his chest, covering his heart and soul in its inky waves of brush strokes. Don't look at the brown casing the rest of his form, its just a wooden hood. Just a way to hide a broken soul. He's a devil they scream! A devil with nothing left. Don't watch as he shambles past on his broken limbs. Don't watch as he turns what should be a beggars face away in disdain. Don't look at the pain he shows! Don't look! He isn't allowed to feel it, after all he did it! That dark painted figure is the snake that led eve to the apple.

Mother: Dakota
Father: Jot
Siblings: Syntax; Ellipses
Friends: no.
Mate: Devoid
Children: N/a

Trained?: In a way, yes.
Opposing the feline massacre?: couldn't care less
Personality:

I still remember the world from the eyes of a child
He is sick. Sick of trying to pretend. Sick of playing the game. So he cheats. With a neat little flick he sends his emotions away. He doesn't care, manly because he has better things to focus on. Things of much greater importance then playing the game others stepped so carefully around. His heart means little to him, besides being the burning thing that sent him to murder. The only thing that matters to him is being him. Pleasing others is a thing he will never do.Why should he care what they think. He would happily go about life without seeing a single soul for the rest of his life if it didn't mean his untimely demise.



Slowly those feelings where clouded by what I know now

A viper's precision is well known. They can not be distracted, and they always strike with a perfect arch. Never would a snake do anything to ruin its angle. They are to careful, it must be perfect. There are no clues left behind because the viper will not allow such a thing to happen. Paradox is to precise to be detected. He does not take hate out of his victims he merely completes his goal. And his goal is the death of those monsters who dare call him a demon. To another finding his kill they would see a canine in a pool of unexplained blood, considering the only wound is a neat little bite to the back of the neck. That's when you roll your friend over to find his insides missing. And you turn your head around to find the secretive cannibal that is suddenly at your throat. You don't escape his strike because he has completed it too carefully. It is far too obsessively planed.

Where has my heart gone an uneven trade for the real world

he dreams. He dreams of days when he won't have to destroy any longer. He dreams of the day he can finally tell himself that his beloved was avenged. The day he can finally complete the circle of sin by flinging himself into the grotto the original sinners walked until he killed them. But mostly he dreams of her. Of his beloved. Of his little bird. The woman who wove him in a blanket of comfort and hid him from their hate. The angel who took the snake into her heart and warmed his soul. How he misses her. How he prays she will visit him in the cell that is surly saved for him in hell. How he yearns for her, for the comfort that she gave him, for the warmth that she spread. Oh dear Devoid. Oh my dear dear little sparrow.

I want to go back to believing in everything and knowing nothing at all

He knows his hatred. He can feel it flickering inside himself. But he would not show it. Emotionless is his shell. Broken and hobbled like a zombie slumping along with only one purpose. But his mind is no shell. It is a ball of lava trapped in an empty hull. He burn on the inside, though he would never let anyone know it. He has known the hatred of others for far too long to let them see his true form. They see only a brown folami with curiously little to say. But he knows how much he hates. He knows how he will never let anything go. Paradox is sure they will all die under his fangs, but he is also sure that he will die as well. He started this. He killed her, and in the big picture he did. Self hatred runs unbounded in his head, and it only makes the flames boil. But they will never know. He will never let them know. And if they found out he would kill them.

Still part of the pack?: Never was
History:

So he wrote an awkward letter...

Snake slithering from a dream. Children born to wolves who should never have mated. There is too much space between alphas and omegas. It isn't right. Isn't pure. Those three would never be anything but snakes in a birds nest. Monsters birthed by a weakling. Sikla mother! Who ever heard of such a thing? And yet and yet! The viper rose, named Coal after the darkness that hung him like a noose about his throat. And how dare they! How dare they let these monsters into the world, whatever are we to do but punish them? All of them. Taunt and snap. Don't let them live peacfuly. There is no peace. But they grew, those snakes. They began to twist and slither into life. How dare they! How dare they!

And then the one named Coal dared to pretend to love. How could a snake love! They wouldn't let him, especially not when they all wanted to love the female the viper sniffed at. How dare he! No snake would be allowed to touch Devoid! Devoid would be an alphess one day, and that viper wasn't allowed to touch such a beautiful being. The broke him and pressed him back. But Devoid did what they never expected. She sniffed at the vipers jaw and led him away from his earned torment. And she looked at them with hate! It was obvious the snake had broken into her brain and controlled it somehow.


See I never thought I loved you...

You see sometimes people should stay in the hole they crawled out of. The monsters who dare try to crawl from there pain should be flung back to their pit. His iron hard stare is broken, isn't that enough? She died, died at the fangs of a bandit. A bandit that ran to tell the world the oddity that was Coal had killed the woman of their dreams. He was a devil, they shrieked. A traitor. Tyrant to be killed! He kidnapped her to begin with they whispered. Jaded fool. He stooped over the body when they came, his face marked with tears and blood. Crying over his sin, they supposed. Horror wrath. There was no emotion in his eyes, after all. What sort of male wouldn't look hurt in the least about the death of such a beauty? The one who killed her obviously. Killer. Murderer. Monster. Thats what she earned for picking a viper as her mate. She was bitten, and the poison turned her into a sunken skeleton of carrion. But this was good. The snake never fought back without his doe by his side. He never did! They could kill him now, no trial for him- the body was evidence enough.

But he fought back! Swift as anything that viper snapped at them. He poisoned them to, sinking fangs into their throats as he screamed. It wasn't animal, that shriek. It was the call of the devil as he flung himself through heavens gates. Only a few of them got away. He went mad! Mad! A trial wouldn't happen now. Now they where lucky to find more folami the human masters had released to slide amongst. They would join up under this bidziil! Yes! There was no tainted blood here, no pit of snakes. But they forgot. They forgot how sharp a snakes hate can be. They underestimated the expanse of his hate, and the levels of sin he would willingly skip across to sink his fangs into their souls.


But the silence tore me apart...

He wouldn't let them live, the snake. The viper would follow them. He remembered far back when he still pretended to be okay, his mother had told him something. You can not let them win. So he wouldn't. They wouldn't win. they killed his beloved. And he would kill them. One by one. He would pick them out with the silent intensity of any serial killer. He renamed himself. The folami that hunted his own kind. He was a Paradox. A thing going against nature. He had lost his instincts a long time ago. He was a monster,a viper hanging from a tree branch a tempting apple near his head. Come take it, the bait. Touch it, bite it and feel the pin prick of his fangs at your throat. A calm kiss. And then a cold death.

He wanders, the monster. Wanders about the world, refusing to touch the cats around him. He wouldn't waste his energy on his 'brothers' war. He wasn't a folami anymore. He was a serial killer. A cannibal. A monster with a vendetta against the living who tormented the dead. And he would find them. After all a snakes saw with heat, and a sinners soul is just slightly brighter then everyone else's.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

accepted