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Ʋsername
→ Funsized Kitkat here! I am a non-owner, but hoping
to make this Kia my first. I can promise you that no one here loves snakes
more than I do! He looks like a Regal Ringneck to me. <3
to make this Kia my first. I can promise you that no one here loves snakes
more than I do! He looks like a Regal Ringneck to me. <3
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Ƙiamara's name
→ I would name this Kia Margarita. and she would be a female. The reason I picked the name is in the story, But I had a Ball Python named Bo that I'm determined to get back. My mother made me sell him. Yes, this is a different species of snake, but to me, they carry the same determination in their eyes. Margarita reminds me to never give up and to keep trying. To be determined to get Bo back. Margarita reminds that there's still hope left. That, and who could pass up such a beauty? I love snakes, so this Kiamara was just another miracle. I in cooperated hope into her story
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Ɯord
→ Below is a story about how Margarita got her name, as well as
her fascination with snakes. Her fascination is based off my own. And
in this story, she finds her first snake, Bo, based off my own Bo whom
I will get back someday. I tried to incorporate real things Bo did with me in here
since her pet snake would be based off of my Bo. <3 Look at those GIFs
though? Who knew readjusting your jaw was so cute!
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her fascination with snakes. Her fascination is based off my own. And
in this story, she finds her first snake, Bo, based off my own Bo whom
I will get back someday. I tried to incorporate real things Bo did with me in here
since her pet snake would be based off of my Bo. <3 Look at those GIFs
though? Who knew readjusting your jaw was so cute!
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I walk down the street, the wind furiously blowing at my fur. I look left and right, searching, hoping for a face I knew. Reality hit me like a wrecking ball, and I sank to my knees. To do what I do best, cry. Momma said that's all I was good for, Daddy said that's why he left. I jumped, as something, someone, touched my shoulder. Conner. I looked at him with dripping eyes, begging for comfort. He shook his head, pulling me into a tight hug. Why do you always know how to make me smile? And how did you find me..? "You know you can always stop by my place, right? I was goin to go visit a friend, but I think he can wait. I'll call a Taxi, and take you back to my place," he pulled my head away from his chest, "Okay?" I nodded. He must've been on his way to Ethan's place..He smiled, wiping the tears from my eyes, and kissed my forehead lightly as he pulled out his phone, having 'Taxi' on speed dial. He called them often, as he didn't own a car. Scared to let him see me blush, I buried my face back into his chest. I like Conner, I'm just afraid to fall for him. I'm not good enough for him. We've known each other ever since school, but he always had girlfriend after girlfriend, like now.
He unlocked the door to his place, and walked in. "You know the usual, make yourself at home." Like every other time you come to rescue me? Conner sat on the couch, inviting me over with a pat of his hand on the cushion beside him. I stepped away from the door, shutting it behind me. It's so dark in here.. I open a curtain before taking up his invitation. "You know, you never told me why your parents named you Margarita. Mind telling me?" I sat quietly, pulling him closer, and taking in my surroundings. A T.V. directly in front of us, a loveseat closest by the door on the left, and a hallway leading to any other rooms. "Well?" He urged. Who said I had to tell you? Don't be snippy with me. "Before I was born," I began, " my mother and father were heavy drinkers. They were too drunk to pick an actual name, their minds too consumed with the temptation to drink more and more. So they decided that if it was a baby boy, Whiskey. A baby girl, Margarita." On the rocks, or should I say treading on rocks? He shook his head once more. "I'm sorry you have to live this way. You can move in with me, if you want? You can have my bed, I'll take the couch. If so, you'd have to help pay rent." Rent? No big deal. I could easily get a job If it scored me more time with you. "Thank you," I began, " I don't have many clothes, so just one drawer is needed, if that's okay?" "I don't mind, but as soon as I get my check, get done paying rent and bills, we're going shopping to get you some more."
Turns out, my mother didn't give me a fit about leaving like I expected, she was too drunk to put two and two together. Conner did take me shopping, but I only allowed him to buy my two pairs of jeans, a T-shirt, and a hoodie. Which suited him, as his way of thinking is, better than some than none at all. I had a job at Sonic, and he's had a job at NSK, a factory. We get right about the same time. Except, we go home for lunch at the same time. Coincidence, maybe? We sat on the couch side by side, eating our sandwiches, when suddenly, "Hey! Want to get a pet?" Conner bursts out of nowhere. Pet? "Um, sure? Why not?" I tried to manage a laugh as we finished our sandwiches, and walked toward the pet store. Upon arriving, he immediately towards the dogs, I walked towards the back of the pet stop. Stunned as I come across tanks of snakes. Is it legal to sell snakes like this?.. Who cares, they're beautiful, stunning.. "Conner," I invited, "look at this." He rounded the corner, and slipped her hands around my waist, resting his head on top of my own. "Do you want one?" he grinned. My eyes moved towards one tank in particular, a Ball Python. I stepped towards it, Conner releasing my waist. "Can we get this one?" I asked him, moving a single finger up to the tank. "If that's what you want, babe." Babe. I loved how it sounded, almost as if he were cooing on my ear when he said it. The way it rolled off his tongue like turpentine. We've been living together for five months now and have become a couple since then, yet all those years he decided not too?
"Can we name him Bo?" Conner suggested, as he paid the lady at the counter for a light bulb, tank, soft dirt, water bottle to lightly spray his tank, and a medium sized limb and rock for him to climb on and curl under, as well as something to hold water. "Why not?" I grinned. We called a Taxi to carry everything home, and set it up once we got there. The next following weeks that we had Bo, he became my snake, but enjoyed Conner's company greatly. Bo would curl up in my hoodie, and go to sleep; or, even more often, curl around my bun when I had my hair up. Though Bo was more so my snake, he loved Conner inevitably. And part of him, was Conners. Of course we shared him, but since I wasn't able to have kits, Bo was like our child. Me and Conner tried to have Kits of our own many times, but something caused me to be unable to have kids. When I was little, I did indeed suffer from physical abuse from a former stepfather, though I never thought it would lead to this. The past is the past, Bo was our adopted child.
Conner woke me up with a gentle kiss, swiping my bangs out of my eyes, "Baby, I love you. I'll be back soon, I'm going to go pick up a special surprise for you. Don't ask what it is, just go back to sleep. I'll be back in a few hours. Expect a call." His words were gentle, music to my ears. I loved my baby's voice so much. I smiled, sleep still heavy in my eyes, I kissed him; him again reassuring that he'll call, he ran excitedly out the door. I smiled and savored our kiss, rolled over, and went to sleep.
A few hours later, my phone started ringing. Conner. My sweet baby. I answered the phone, my eyes still heavy with sleep. "Baby, your surprise is in the back seat, I took a Taxi here."
"Where?? What is it?"
"I won't tell you what it is, be patient, my love."
"Okay, but you know how much I hate waiting.."
Conner giggled, " I know baby. You'll enjoy her. Her name is SHMILY."
"Huh?"
"You'll see soon enough! See you soon baby, I love you with all of my heart."
"Forever and always. I love you too."
We made kissy noises over the phone, and hung up.
November 27th, 2013, at 3:01 PM. The time we hung up. The time the Taxi was hit. I was ordered to the scene. Twenty miles from where we lived. Conner. He was gone. Gone forever. Dead. The kiss I had savored was our last. I walked upon the incident scene. A semi had crushed the taxi. The driver and my beautiful, beautiful Conner were gone. I found a bouquet of roses somewhere near the car. Labled For my babygirl, Margarita. Happy early birthday baby!" Tears slipped down my cheek as I walked over to the Taxi. SHMILY was a snake he bought me for my birthday, SHMILY stood for See How Much I Love You, as he has told me before. We often played this, hiding the word for the other to find. I had found my suprise. She remained unharmed in the backseat, with a note on top of her tank; and that was the beginning of Conner's Sanctuary for Snakes.
He unlocked the door to his place, and walked in. "You know the usual, make yourself at home." Like every other time you come to rescue me? Conner sat on the couch, inviting me over with a pat of his hand on the cushion beside him. I stepped away from the door, shutting it behind me. It's so dark in here.. I open a curtain before taking up his invitation. "You know, you never told me why your parents named you Margarita. Mind telling me?" I sat quietly, pulling him closer, and taking in my surroundings. A T.V. directly in front of us, a loveseat closest by the door on the left, and a hallway leading to any other rooms. "Well?" He urged. Who said I had to tell you? Don't be snippy with me. "Before I was born," I began, " my mother and father were heavy drinkers. They were too drunk to pick an actual name, their minds too consumed with the temptation to drink more and more. So they decided that if it was a baby boy, Whiskey. A baby girl, Margarita." On the rocks, or should I say treading on rocks? He shook his head once more. "I'm sorry you have to live this way. You can move in with me, if you want? You can have my bed, I'll take the couch. If so, you'd have to help pay rent." Rent? No big deal. I could easily get a job If it scored me more time with you. "Thank you," I began, " I don't have many clothes, so just one drawer is needed, if that's okay?" "I don't mind, but as soon as I get my check, get done paying rent and bills, we're going shopping to get you some more."
Turns out, my mother didn't give me a fit about leaving like I expected, she was too drunk to put two and two together. Conner did take me shopping, but I only allowed him to buy my two pairs of jeans, a T-shirt, and a hoodie. Which suited him, as his way of thinking is, better than some than none at all. I had a job at Sonic, and he's had a job at NSK, a factory. We get right about the same time. Except, we go home for lunch at the same time. Coincidence, maybe? We sat on the couch side by side, eating our sandwiches, when suddenly, "Hey! Want to get a pet?" Conner bursts out of nowhere. Pet? "Um, sure? Why not?" I tried to manage a laugh as we finished our sandwiches, and walked toward the pet store. Upon arriving, he immediately towards the dogs, I walked towards the back of the pet stop. Stunned as I come across tanks of snakes. Is it legal to sell snakes like this?.. Who cares, they're beautiful, stunning.. "Conner," I invited, "look at this." He rounded the corner, and slipped her hands around my waist, resting his head on top of my own. "Do you want one?" he grinned. My eyes moved towards one tank in particular, a Ball Python. I stepped towards it, Conner releasing my waist. "Can we get this one?" I asked him, moving a single finger up to the tank. "If that's what you want, babe." Babe. I loved how it sounded, almost as if he were cooing on my ear when he said it. The way it rolled off his tongue like turpentine. We've been living together for five months now and have become a couple since then, yet all those years he decided not too?
"Can we name him Bo?" Conner suggested, as he paid the lady at the counter for a light bulb, tank, soft dirt, water bottle to lightly spray his tank, and a medium sized limb and rock for him to climb on and curl under, as well as something to hold water. "Why not?" I grinned. We called a Taxi to carry everything home, and set it up once we got there. The next following weeks that we had Bo, he became my snake, but enjoyed Conner's company greatly. Bo would curl up in my hoodie, and go to sleep; or, even more often, curl around my bun when I had my hair up. Though Bo was more so my snake, he loved Conner inevitably. And part of him, was Conners. Of course we shared him, but since I wasn't able to have kits, Bo was like our child. Me and Conner tried to have Kits of our own many times, but something caused me to be unable to have kids. When I was little, I did indeed suffer from physical abuse from a former stepfather, though I never thought it would lead to this. The past is the past, Bo was our adopted child.
Conner woke me up with a gentle kiss, swiping my bangs out of my eyes, "Baby, I love you. I'll be back soon, I'm going to go pick up a special surprise for you. Don't ask what it is, just go back to sleep. I'll be back in a few hours. Expect a call." His words were gentle, music to my ears. I loved my baby's voice so much. I smiled, sleep still heavy in my eyes, I kissed him; him again reassuring that he'll call, he ran excitedly out the door. I smiled and savored our kiss, rolled over, and went to sleep.
A few hours later, my phone started ringing. Conner. My sweet baby. I answered the phone, my eyes still heavy with sleep. "Baby, your surprise is in the back seat, I took a Taxi here."
"Where?? What is it?"
"I won't tell you what it is, be patient, my love."
"Okay, but you know how much I hate waiting.."
Conner giggled, " I know baby. You'll enjoy her. Her name is SHMILY."
"Huh?"
"You'll see soon enough! See you soon baby, I love you with all of my heart."
"Forever and always. I love you too."
We made kissy noises over the phone, and hung up.
November 27th, 2013, at 3:01 PM. The time we hung up. The time the Taxi was hit. I was ordered to the scene. Twenty miles from where we lived. Conner. He was gone. Gone forever. Dead. The kiss I had savored was our last. I walked upon the incident scene. A semi had crushed the taxi. The driver and my beautiful, beautiful Conner were gone. I found a bouquet of roses somewhere near the car. Labled For my babygirl, Margarita. Happy early birthday baby!" Tears slipped down my cheek as I walked over to the Taxi. SHMILY was a snake he bought me for my birthday, SHMILY stood for See How Much I Love You, as he has told me before. We often played this, hiding the word for the other to find. I had found my suprise. She remained unharmed in the backseat, with a note on top of her tank; and that was the beginning of Conner's Sanctuary for Snakes.
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