I want to tell you a bit about myself!
I like anime, gryphons, bears, and wolves. I really like to make pixel art on Minecraft even if i'm not good at it! Haha.I like to read Erin Hunter books. The story behind my IGN is that I made up a character named Passion who is a cat, (Lame I know) and turns into a demon form of itself whenever she sees a crescent moon. Here is a little taste of the story of my IGN written by me! If you want more, PM me!
Passion woke in a cave with an acrid smell in her nose and smoke in her eyes. Scorching tongues of flame flickered in their transparent dens and threatened to pounce out and lick at her fur. She sniffed and recognized the scent of decaying flesh and the sharp tang of fear. She thought that it might be her own fear. She tried to get onto her paws but thick bands were holding her down on cold human stuff. She squinted. Hard as it was to see, she could make out the outline of a golden cat. She inhaled and tried to recognize the aroma but could not. She bit and scratched at the material holding her down. She growled. The golden cat turned around and Passion saw that his eyes were a piercing red. His fur was gone in areas and part of his ear was torn off. He was missing a paw, too. “Ah, hello. You are awake? Good,” He meowed, “It is time I find what makes you set off…” He bent over and picked up a small flask. It was filled with a crimson liquid. “This blood, I want you do drink it,” He told Passion. “Drink it? Why are you mad? That’s blood! Why would I drink blood?” Passion Exclaimed. The golden cat sighed and started to explain, “You must drink the blood because I’ve done a series of tests on you and I want to find out if you drink blood your power will come without me severely hurting you.” Passion wondered what her power was and halfheartedly lapped up the ruby fluid. Nothing changed. She hissed through clenched teeth, “Now what must I do to find this storybook power of mine?” “Look at the moon. It is as thin as a claw. I want you to feel as if it is the cause for all the deaths that have happened to you. Feel it,” Mewed the golden cat. Passion did as she was told and gazed through the opening in the rock ceiling and felt an excruciating pain as if she was dying a thousand painful deaths. She looked down to her ginger fur and discovered that half of her vision was missing. She found the tip of her tail was absent but the bone lingered, her fur was matted and missing in spots, and she, like the golden cat, was missing part of her ear. She ripped up the bands holding her down and rushed over to an underground lake that was situated in the golden cat’s layer. She looked at her reflection. Her eyes were still green but she was missing an eye and it has a thick, pink scar over the cavity. Loose skin that was supposed to be an eyelid hung over the opening. She shivered. She looked disgusting. Although her sickly appearance she felt immeasurable power, anger, and strength coursing through her veins. One thought was in her head: What have I become?