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You aren't welcomed here. You sense it. The feeling inside you says you should turn back and run for your life. But you are curious. Curiosity kill the cat, you know? Yes, you know it. Suddenly, you know you are not alone; you feel a slight, cold touch. Like a corpse would've been breathing on your neck. When turning around, you see a big canine, with a strange fog surrounding him. Chills are going down your spine; what is that creature?!
Well. Not quite. The simple answer would be: my owner, Gurain, killed me. Murdered or something quite like that. The complicateness comes here: Why? Isn't that a lovely question? No.
Ha-ha. That's what I thought and I really loved to think that way. But I was, again, wrong. The new me said "Spread the blood, hate, depression. Rip their heads off, bury them alive, slaughter everything you see. You're a virus. You have an infection that spreads death." Yes, I hear voices in my head. Now you propably think I'm a vampire or just an insane wolf who kills for blood. WRONG!
You were so wrong! Oh. Ah-ha. Let's move on. I AM NOT a slaughterer. I am not mental. I can control myself. I refused to hear those extremely angry voices, even though I still hear them sometimes, and decided NOT to become a killer. This is why I live alone, where no one can find me. Oh, but you mortals can't even see me if I don't want to. Shame for you. -licks lips-
Again. I don't KILL! You see, I don't want to see a single living thing. Not even one. So if I come into a place full of life, I have to kill everyone so that I can live. Simple as that, isn't it? Now you understand that I am not very outgoing.
You misunderstood me. Again. I don't hate everyone. I just don't want to hurt them. Something in my head just turns into rage and killing if I sense a living creature. Can't help it. That's a consequence painting me with death. But one thing is true: I'm not cabable to love. Not anymore. I don't have that kind of heart inside me like you have: warm and full of feelings. Mine is grey, torn and rotten. It's dead. That's why I'm dead. Altough I can still feel something: Hate.
I was hoping you'd forget that one. I guess I have to tell you. I had the one and only love. She was beautiful. Well, first we lost touch. Sure, I sometimes visited her and so on, but afterwards I heard she was on a vacation, somewhere far away. So I decided to wait for her.
If you please. She came back. Yes, she did. But she had changed. I could sense it, the awkward expression on her face and his body language told me she wasn't okay. She refused to talk to me and mm.. Yes. I got to her place once in a while to check if her old self had come back, but I never got an answer. The last time I went to her, she was lying dead in front of her cozy little cave.
-sigh- ... I never got to say the last words to her and stuff, but I could really care less right now. I just know that my heart died already then.
Ahem. Didn't you hear me? Get out of my timeless world before I begin to hear those voices again. -snarls-
 They call it petpet, right? Well I call it as a Curse. And yes, it's a SHE. A female one. My keeper gave it to me to cheer me up after painting me as a ghost, but I saw trough her; this Curse, this Droolik, was given to me just for it fitted my profile. I had a snow Anubis called Shadow first, but they switched it to be Curse. This must sound horrible to you? Well don't get me wrong. Curse just hangs around and sometimes she's really good company. She always wins when speaking of a glaring contest. She doesn't blink her eyes. But enough of this. You want to hear why she is called 'Curse', right? Well this petpet has a curse on her; she can't fly. Other Drooliks does what I've heard of it. My owner bought her from some odd marketplace, where were strange mutated creatures lurking everywhere around. Even sun didn't shine there. So Gurain noticed a poor little Droolik staring at her when the shop's assistant tried to sell her to every passer-by. Gurain also realized that poor Droolik's wings were tied with a rope. So she decided to buy the Droolik. When she payed for my Curse, she asked why her wings were tied. The shop assistant answerred: Gurain thought the shop assistant was freaky and scary. How could he laugh at this poor little thing? Well, as kind-hearted my owner tries to be, she walked away with the cursed droolik. Which just stared her, by the way. The day she gave her to me, afer I was dead, I named her to be the Curse. Dead lupe and the Curse, doesn't it sound spectacular? Anyway, I like the feeling she is near after all. I have nothing else but her, and she's enough to me. I can't love her, but she's satisfied with just staring at me.
Customs I have got before I died. 
Customs I have got after I died. 
Gurain's DeviantArt gallery: gurain.deviantart.com
You: Will you ever bring the old adoptables back?
You: Why did you do new ones?
You: Do you still do custom adoptables as requests?
You: Trade, then?
You: Did you know I still can find the old adoptables if I'm smartay enough?!
You: Can I use the music/art/HTML template from this site?
You: Oh.. Can you teach me HTML/CSS then?
You: Oo I love your art! What program do you use to draw?
You: How do you make your pictures transparent?
You: Could you draw me a piccie of my pet?
You: Well how about an art trade then?
You: Argh! If you won't draw me a picture, can you teach me to draw?
You: Do you roleplay?
You: Can our pets be friends?
You: Can my pet date/be a mate with SunWolf?
You: Do you accept neofriends?
You: Why didn't you answer to my neomail?
You: You stole my pet's design/art/petpage/something else!
You: Why did you kill SunWolf?! You're so mean!!
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