Cari Valdis

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Another of the profiles I wrote for a friend to role play with. Yes a lot of my friends have a very dark side.

Submitted: April 27, 2016

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I awake in a cave, covered in blood.  It was still tacky so whatever my dark side had been up to hadn't happen that long ago.  I looked around for my pack when I saw the bloody mess on the cave floor.  I recognized a piece of the clothing that laid among it.  A boy had been wearing it the last time I saw it, now he was the bloody mess.  It no longer bothered me to see the remains of my darksides games.  I saw my bag, my darkside always stored my clothes in it before its play became too bloody.  I grabbed it and went in hunt of a stream.

 

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I should explain a little about my unique situation.  I was dead, from what I understand my body had been in the ground being feasted on the worms for a year when my "friends" decided to bring me back.  I had been in a place of peace and joy awaiting to be reborn when they used the darkest of all spells to pull my soul back and attach it to this new body.  Whose body this was originally I have no clue and my friends wouldn't said.  My darkside well on the journey back from the otherside something attached itself to my soul.

 

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A wolf was attracted by the blood and I sensed it stalking me.  I turned and waited for it, I had no weapon drawn, but had little fear of the wolf.  It got close, but then it must have sensed my darkside because it suddenly turned around and ran into the dark.  I found a stream and began washing the blood off.

 

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My friends had notice the change in my aura, but figured it was just because of the fact my soul was in a new body.  They were wrong and paid for that mistake.  Five people had worked to bring me back and in the end my darkside had not only killed them but their families.  Since then I have wandered the world slowly becoming more and more disassoicated from the humans that I hadn't been one of since I died.

 

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I dressed after washing the blood off in a skin-tight leather dress and boots.  With my pack on my back I set off down the road again.  I couldn't go back to the village, somebody would remember me with that boy.  It always happen that way, I would find a village or town and spend a little time making friends then my darkside would come out after that I had to leave.  The first couple of times I tried to stay, but I was the new person and people sensed something deep down that I wasn't normal.


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