Soulstice0

_{Story of Soulstice}
On October 31st, 1994, a fox cub who currently goes by Soulstice was born in a rural Trinity. Room 284 had never seen a happier day…
or a sadder one…
At 4:31 in the morning, a man who chose to conceal himself had crept into room 284 and carefully subdued the new parents. Unfortunately, the doctor had then walked in to check on the infant he so stupidly kept with the parents. Almost immediately, the doctor found himself looking into the barrel of a revolver. He didn’t have time to react before being told to kill one of the parents within the minute, or the three of them would die. The doctor had never made a decision.
After killing Soulstice’s parents, the evil man shot the doctor in the neck. Sad doctor was lucky enough to bleed out slow enough to make it across the room to room 284’s emergency switch, engaging it as he died. Knowing he was on a time crunch and out of ammunition, the criminal delivered a swift back to the forehead of the newborn with the butt of his revolver. It’s astounding how rainy that morning was. The morning a murderer escaped…
That morning, nurses and police were flooding room 284. Soulstice survived, but it was diagnosed that he would have unrecoverable short term memory loss up until the age of six. He would never hear of his parents, remember his childhood, or be conscious of the immense power he has for the first six years of his life.
The next six years of his life were heartbreaking and taxing. Throughout this time, he would have to live through 67 different foster homes. At least 52 of these homes whose owners either feared his power or didn’t care enough about him to endure his power flare-ups.
But Soulstice had the grave misfortune of 15 of the remaining homes having abusive and aggressive owners. The constantly forgetful child faced endless cuts, beatings, food deprivation, and emotional defilement via brutal insults. He gained countless scars, but had the justice of his white fur concealing them. All this pain molded him into a heartless, emotionless fox… then he turned six…
When Soulstice turned six, he started developing a cognitive memory. He never had a memory before in his miserable life; however, there was one thing he was unable to forget: his name. He was Soulstice, no matter what he had to endure. Then, he discovered that he could mold the Earth to his favor.
It was his seventh birthday. Halloween, and a gentle blanket of snow on the ground. He was beaten for that… He had to escape this house. His abusers were here. He was scared of being on his own. But he couldn’t face another beating. He couldn’t. So he climbed out of the high basement window and ran. He didn’t get cold. He didn’t know why until he saw that no snow fell on him. For a moment, he wanted it to, and it did. Then, he understood. His name made sense, and his life made sense. He knew where he had to live now. And that no one would love him. So he threw away all hopes of ever being around people. He had to stay away from him because they would hate him. And he could hurt them… So he decided to live in a forest far away. So he ran…
… and ran…
… and ran…
… and ran…
… and ran…
… and ran…
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Alright, now that that’s out of the way, I’m Soulstice. It’s very sweet to meet you. I’m here because some of the games here are really nice, and I wish to get rewarded just for playing them. I also wish to meet some acquaintances, friends, or even more on here. Life of a loner is lived sweetest and most conscious. I’ve been hurt before. Very badly, obviously. But I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.
And yes, my avatar picture IS me. A good friend had it commissioned for me for Christmas. It’s by Askdion on FurAffinity. Much thanks goes out to her.
Since there isn’t yet a “preference” option on here, I feel obligated to say that I’m gay. Any insults to that will not be tolerated.
Thank you for reading all that I have to say, and I hope you have a sunny, rainy, snowy day.