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ID: #73904

Name: Glass

Gender: Unspecified

Location: Quetzal Palace

Born 3 years, 6 months ago

Career: Alchemist

Owner: Vialheart


Species: Wickerbeast

Color: Night Spotted

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House: FurCash House

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Tags: purple fursona glass vialheart

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Glass is, well, made of glass. Her body is a curiously flexible hollow glass vial, though most of it is covered with skin and fur. Inside sloshes a strange semi-viscous liquid, suspending a small golden heart. Don't let the heart fool you though; she put it there because she liked the way it felt. Her actual being is a complicated symbiosis of the glass shell and the inner liquid, each acting as distinct fragments with nearly separate mentalities and perceptions, but unable to function without the other.

A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE SOUL
AND BODY


Soul. O, WHO shall from this dungeon raise
A soul enslaved so many ways ?
With bolts of bones, that fettered stands
In feet, and manacled in hands ;
Here blinded with an eye, and there
Deaf with the drumming of an ear ;
A soul hung up, as 'twere, in chains
Of nerves, and arteries, and veins ;
Tortured, besides each other part,
In a vain head, and double heart ?

Body.
O, who shall me deliver whole,
From bonds of this tyrannic soul ?
Which, stretched upright, impales me so
That mine own precipice I go ;
And warms and moves this needless frame,
(A fever could but do the same),
And, wanting where its spite to try,
Has made me live to let me die
A body that could never rest,
Since this ill spirit it possessed.

Soul.
What magic could me thus confine
Within another's grief to pine ?
Where, whatsoever it complain,
I feel, that cannot feel, the pain ;
And all my care itself employs,
That to preserve which me destroys ;
Constrained not only to endure
Diseases, but, what's worse, the cure ;
And, ready oft the port to gain,
Am shipwrecked into health again.

Body.
But Physic yet could never reach
The maladies thou me dost teach ;
Whom first the cramp of hope does tear,
And then the palsy shakes of fear ;
The pestilence of love does heat,
Or hatred's hidden ulcer eat ;
Joy's cheerful madness does perplex,
Or sorrow's other madness vex ;
Which knowledge forces me to know,
And memory will not forego ;
What but a soul could have the wit
To build me up for sin so fit ?
So architects do square and hew
Green trees that in the forest grew.


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Paintie by sharkies ; Headshot by PrincessRex

Comments 18

    • o-oh?? Im in love?? I ??? swoons???

    • Oh golly thankyou!
      I thought it was a good way of breaking up alot of pink XD <3

    • So SO in love with your Paintie, what a cutie!

    • a precious bab <3
      thanks so much for commissioning me!

    • Purple!!! She's so pretty, I can see it in her heart that she is pure.

      GJ to the artist

    • Oooohhhh! I love the heart! So cool!

    • i love the concept aaaa
      kudos to the artist!

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