The Jack-Rabbit and The Pyro
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Last published Tue, Oct 25, 2022
In a world unlike ours, where wandering in is a death wish... Unless you yourself are deathly, providing you the ability to see them and run ... Were monsters of fallen criminals are thirsty for carnage. Those who survive however... are given a chance to rise above meer mortality, but that is not all that goes on in this world.
Some however... are capable of feeling lonely, feeling lost. That's where our story lives, in their hearts.
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"Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, leaving a rabbit to lay waiting for their touch."
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𝘼 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚. |"𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣'𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙄𝙡𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙬𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜."| |"𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙚-𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣... 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚."| 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙯𝙯𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮, 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄𝙩 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮. 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 & 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 -He has a condition called Synesthesia where he can taste colors/sounds. -She suffers from (DPD) Dependent personality disorder. 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒎(Past) || A 16-year-old who was given away at 14, now living In an orphanage planning his escape, but stumbles upon a young girl before his leave. 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒎 (Present) || A businessman who now works In an art museum showcasing his art based on memories from his past. ・‥...━━━━━━━☁
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𝘼 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚. |"𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣'𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙄𝙡𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙬𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜."| |"𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙚-𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣... 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚."| 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙯𝙯𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮, 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄𝙩 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮. 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 & 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 -He has a condition called Synesthesia where he can taste colors/sounds. -She suffers from (DPD) Dependent personality disorder. 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒎(Past) || A 16-year-old who was given away at 14, now living In an orphanage planning his escape, but stumbles upon a young girl before his leave. 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒎 (Present) || A businessman who now works In an art museum showcasing his art based on memories from his past. ・‥...━━━━━━━☁
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