eeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Here have some info and a bad story~
Name: Furcifer Age: 1,000+ Gender: Female Personality: Furcifer is distant and cold-hearted, due to her past.
Furcifer is a demon, born from a major disaster. She once lived with an older man, as a pet. That man was very good to her, and she loved her master.
She watched him burn.
The warm greetings, and the long walks stopped. Furcifer noticed the food in her dish lessening, and her master keeping more time to himself. She started to miss the soft touch of her master's hand against her fur, his soothing voice through her tall ears. She grew more hungry by the day; her master no longer fed her.
He let her outside and locked the door behind her. Taking her place by the door, she knew something was happening; that she would never see her master again. She began scratching at the door, for her master to let her in. As she tried to listen for any sign of distress, smoke and flame quickly rose from the cracks of the house. She backed away and stared at the flames. She then saw a drunken figure through the smoke in the window. Her master was saying goodbye. She watched him burn.
Furcifer grew very angry. Why was her master doing this? A lone demon had noticed her weakness, and took hold of her. She then tore down the door and went inside her burning home, the flames having no effect on the beast. Searching for her master, she wanted revenge. She found him on the floor, and began to mutilate him with her large front horns. She then began to feel great sorrow, and stopped her viscous attack. She dragged his lifeless body out of the house, and buried him in the back yard. After saying her last goodbye, she left never to be seen by man again; only in their worst of dreams.
also Furcifer means "fork thief" in latin haha
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