Avexi the Soltore

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Avexi
100% Happy
Stolen
29 Mar 2019
Hatched
14 Apr 2019
Immortal
18 Oct 2020
8,799 +2
Views
1,726 +1
Clicks
13,381
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【A V Ξ X I】



you liar, says fox
with a drag of the cigarette
burning away embers
into his ashen fur

you liar, says lion
with a puff of dark
curling smothering smoke
strangling him gently


thank you- i’m sorry- goodbye-
words tumbling
faster then your heartbeat
sharper than your gaze
killing them softly.


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ɴᴇʀᴏ - ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ
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meaning
❝ depart ❞
in latin



found this star in the cave on my birthday ♡
isn't that a coincidence?
word definition is kind of a stretch
because when used passively, means to
ride away/off, sail away, go away, depart.
otherwise it means 'carry away' or 'carry'.

WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK
WHERE DID ALL THE FEEDS COME FROM
WHAT IS GOING ON
around 01.08.20




His first memory is one of being a small clumsy boy that didn’t know to fear the world yet. He’s playing in a sandpit, giggling quietly as he heaps sand into a small red bucket, tipping over the whole thing onto a mound of misshapen lumpy sand- a fine sand-castle in his imagination. There’s another boy playing with him, but he’s faceless and unimportant, blurry features and a hazy voice piping up to inform him sadly that ‘he has to go home soon, his mum’s calling him,’. He nods and continues building up his castle, and doesn’t pay much attention even when the boy disappears from his side, and the next time he looks up, the sky’s melting into deep orange and pink, and there’s an adult that gently asks him if he should be home right now.

The next memory is that of being an older, less innocent boy that’s learnt too early how the world can corrupt. He’s standing by the bottom of a staircase, hesitating, afraid. A bowl is flung down from above, and it shatters into a million stars as it hits the wall, and he bites back a cry as the tiny edges cut tiny red lines on his pale, bare legs. There’s a muted scream, an ominous thump, but he’s too afraid to go see what it is, shivering and holding back miserable tears. A small body flings its skinny arms around his skinny middle, and he turns to see his younger brother looking up at him with large teary eyes. He swallows his tears and strokes the mop of soft ebony tresses, and offers a wobbly smile.

A scrap of remembrance a few years after the last; a jaded teen, gangly and lean and unnaturally bitter, unable to see the world past monochrome. He’s precariously straddling the wire fence that edges the train rails, scowling at his scuffed shoes and picking at his raw cuticles. A train sweeps by, loud and busy and unbothered, and he swears at it and lets himself fall to the ground without injury. He’s off again, settling into a loping run, long legs gliding as he heads for the bridge. It’s quiet and unbothered just the way he likes it, and he halts by the tired tree that sags right over the middle like an old man, still adorned by the canary-yellow blossoms, some already falling into dark water and drifting away like tiny boats.

The last memory is that of a worn young man, lethargic and cold, faint colour splashes everywhere he looks. He’s standing by newly minted graves, the smallest of smiles ghosting chapped lips and his heart a little lighter, but sadness coils like a tired snake. He holds a picture of the brother he lost a long time ago, and even though the picture is black and white, he can still see dark blonde hair that always curled at the ends and large green eyes that never quite lost mirth. He’d finally lost his demons, but he’d also lost his sunshine.


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About Soltore Eggs

The pattern on this egg resembles that of the sun. When placed in direct sunlight for an extended period of time, the pattern becomes highly incandescent and the egg noticeably increases in temperature.

Lastly, it seems to do well in hot temperatures and doesn't tolerate water.

About the Soltore Creature

Soltores are passive, calm turtles that live comfortably within the deserts of the Northern Plains. A majority of their day is spent basking in the sunlight, metabolizing calcium and other essential vitamins and minerals within their body. As nightfall approaches and the desert temperature begins to sharply decline, Soltores retreat back into their burrows until morning.

A yearly migration leads hundreds of Soltores towards the Egg Cave, where they will lay their eggs in anticipation for the next generation. Once hatched, the newborns must make a perilous journey back to the Northern Plains to begin the cycle once more.