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| User: | dp_robyn (6104690) Goddess Within
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| Name: | Erimentha_of_Limos | |||||
| Location: | Denver, United States | |||||
| Birthdate: | 1987-03-15 | |||||
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| Bio: | *WARNING! THIS IS AN IN-CHARACTER LIVE JOURNAL FOR A LIVE ACTION ROLE PLAYING GAME KNOWN AS CHANGELING THE DREAMING. NONE OF THIS IS REAL. IT'S ALL FROM THE IMAGINATION OF SOMEONE WHO HAS ANOTHER LIVEJOURNAL* In the beginning there was hunger. The dreamers of the world starved as they learned to go against the elements and gather food. In the beginning I was just a thought in the mind of the dieing mortal that lay on the ground, it’s stomach sour and it’s body devouring itself from the inside out. I hunt I feed I hunger My form was that of a gnawing. The place where dirt seems all right to eat if only to stop the terrible pains that dwelled within these creatures. I hunt I feed I hunger I grew as time went on to that of a creature that devoured these starved, worthless creatures. Their bodies only taking space and time away from those who could adapt and survive. Hunger fed my hunger, for brief moments I was sated. I hunt I feed I hunger Then came the human’s worship of hunger. The goddess Limos is her name. So feared her symbolism they dare not give her shape nor paint her visage. But as humans do dream she became a woman form, and her followers were those who took on the pain and hunger of those around them, fasting for long periods of time and eating very little to keep them alive. I hunt I feed I hunger I was born a follower of Limos. Now given form in which to do her work. Always hungry, Always eating, never sated as her other followers. I devoured things those around me said I could not so that I could give food to those who needed it. And still the undying hunger arose within me. She, my goddess gave me powers to always eat, never be full, Always for this dream, this instinct which will never die. I hunt I feed I hunger My purpose has and always will be to serve that hunger as much as I can. To serve the basic need to eat and stop the pain. I am her true child breed of the dreams she inspired. To clean the wastefulness of those who no longer work for what they need. To feed on those who do not dream. Those Who have no ambition. Hunger of the mind, body and soul. I hunt I feed I hunger These people are now called Autumn. They are Harbingers of the winter to come. No hope or goals… simply starvation of the mind. They grow fat bodily while their souls cry to be purged of the weakness of no original thought. The tools at my side are simple. Hungry is my weapon, given to me by my goddess on a quest to clean this ever starving world, hungry are my teeth, that slice through anything so that I may attempt to sate this feeling, hungry is my mind, to learn more ways to serve my lady, hungry is my body, forever feeling the pains of my goddess, hungry is my soul, for the dream that never dies and the knowledge to live for that dream. I hunt I feed I hunger This was my lives as I remember them, before this one. Everything about it was very basic and primal and in a way, I still am. The story I can tell you about my life is not a pretty one. It is the reason I am a nightmare, a reason I drive on every day inspired to eliminate things that do not deserve the existence they were given. `As a kid, I don’t remember much about anything being right. They tell me I was left on the doorsteps of DSS when I was 4. By the time they found me, I was sick, strung out on some drug that my biological mother was using at the time and didn’t bother to not have me somewhere safe, and almost near death as the poison ran through my veins. If ever a hopeless child was born into this world it was my mortal mien. I was put in the system for the rest of the 14 years where I was suppose to be able to depend on those around me to aid me and take care of me. Soon I was placed in a home far in the country. These people home schooled the kids they took in. all the kids passed the standard tests so there wasn’t much bitching coming from the government. But the things they didn’t know would give anyone else I come in contact with nightmares, so I generally just don’t mention it. When I was brought to this home I knew something was wrong with it. It stank of bad humor covered by fake good intentions. Being a kid around drug dealers all my life I knew the difference between the two. These fucks made me want to run away. And I did every chance I got. The reason these kids all passed these fucking tests was because when we weren’t working, eating, shitting or sleeping, they were pretty much beating the knowledge into our heads. Now I am tougher then most kids. I mean most of these kids got really sick and moved to special needs homes, but I guess my tenacity made these people revel in their own cruelty, I got the short end of the stick whenever something went wrong. I have many scars to prove it. The things these people did… I mean really… no one should ever have to endure them. Being trapped in a box for 24 hours with no food, water or place to urinate… being whipped with the same rawhide that they used on the stock animals… shit, I even got branded at one point for not eating my fucking vegetables. But I am not here to bitch and moan, that just gives you an idea of what I went through and how the last bit happened. Right before my 16th birthday, the Ass-Hat himself came home early from work. At this point I was little more then a fucking pack horse and gardening tool that they could beat on. Anyway, I was tired of the shit. Tired of living in this hell. There had to be more to life then these sacks of shit that benefit from kids who had lousy parents to start off with. He goes off on me; something about not getting all the lawn mowed… it was like 6 fucking acres and I had 3 hours to do it… I started bitching at him. Told him I was tired of taking his shit and I wanted to be emancipated. Before I knew what happened the fucker pulls a switchblade out on me. I back up cause I know he will cut me if I don’t move. He tells me I am his little slave until I turn eighteen and there is nothing I can do about it. I snapped at that point, I saw red! The only thing I could feel was how… hungry I was… I knew I wasn’t this poor little crack baby anymore, I was a real dream of something, and that I could fight this guy off! I felt my teeth and jaw start to come to life before my eyes and everything just was way too fucked up… there was this monster thing that was like… drinking off the pain around me. I went through the motions almost painfully slow, I had him in a grapple. His arm slipped from my grasp somehow, just in time for him to slice on my voice box, rendering me forever silent. All these things around me… everything was way too much at the moment… big explosion of glamour… anyway, I grab my throat and my knees buckle, I think I am going to die from this shit, he spits on me and says “That’s right you little bitch, you can’t ever speak again with that trash mouth of yours. Your mine for 2 more years… probably longer sense your farming injury, enjoy what you have done for yourself. And I will see you tonight.” With that he took off walking away, no way was I letting this bastard get away with this shit, all of a sudden, the rage, the hunger, it took over and I was after him like a dog on a fox hunt, I grabbed him, and this time I did not fail to eat this guy whole… no body… no proof of foul play. I left the farm that night, got my throat patched as best I could and started hitching around. I bounce at bars under the table, take money where I need it, nothing really that can get me caught. One night as I was hitching and watching the world as it looked like one big acid trip, 3 bikers stopped my way, they looked like me, nodded at one another, then jumped me and knocked me out before I knew what the hell was going on. They started explaining what we were and stuff, I already knew most of it cause I started remembering my life clean off, but they wanted to recap with me anyway. One of them knew sign from somewhere and was able to teach me so I could communicate. I pointed them in the direction of the farm and they took care of the nastiness that was living there. I trapped around with these guys for a while. They even gave me my own bike and some of my piercings… when I earned it. One night while we were camped out I had a wicked dream about the goddess of hunger Limos. When I told them this the next morning they told me I knew enough and that I needed to go questing to find out what I needed to learn from the dream. They were pretty kick ass about everything and I won’t ever forget them. Anyway, so now I can communicate with people and I know I have to go find this goddess or a chimera of her anyway so that I can make some sense out of everything. Cause even though I remember this stuff… that doesn’t mean it makes a lot of sense. So I trap around for like a year and finally I stumble upon this place that is like… stagnate and dead… like time stopped and there is nothing but wasted land of yesterday. A large, sharp-toothed maw comes at me, I dodge it and it speaks “Eat with me. Clean this place.” We start just eating, buildings, trees, sand, dirt, trash, oil, you name it, and we ate it together. For that moment, once the job was done and life could start in this place again, we were almost not hungry again. “I am glad to have found you my daughter.” Limos said “It has been far too long sense I was with my favored child. Take from me your weapon, you know how to use it, make your mother proud. Help our mission ring true.” With that, she was gone again, quick as she came, our feast was over, the dead weight in my stomach was nothing now, I longed for the presence of peace in my stomach but knew that it was needed to carry out my Goddess’ wishes. So now, here I am, 18 years old and have eaten pretty much everything I could. I am working on learning Morse code with my tongue ring, but for now, I carry a note pad in my backpack. Usually you can find me under a bridge or something, or in a motel if I got paid somehow. Life is much better now without the scum that was here before I started to take it out… and now… it’s just the beginning. I have a feeling that a lot of shit’s going to go down before I am done. I hunt I feed I hunger | |||||
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