○ History ::
ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ : :
Tabbie was celebrated throughout his large family upon his arrival. He was the first boy in too many generations,
and he was welcomed with open arms. Though. . .As the small bundle of fluff opened his eyes late, after about 5
days, they were shocked to find his eye colors different than most Kiamaras about. They thought he would grow
out of it, the radioactive color to his eyes eventually fading as he pushed into a toddler. But they were wrong. This
child was nothing but ordinary, and would never get better.
His family didn't have a great liking of him once he hit five years old. He was born with his Schizophrenia, and it
became worse and worse as he learned words and phrases to describe what he saw all the time. What kept him up
all night. What distracted him from his parents. And his loving family was loosing their mind along with him. So, a
month before his 6th birthday, as Tabbie was throwing a fit, they let him tire himself out into sleep, as they bundled
him into his blanket and ran off with him into the night, towards the asylum; where the people they no longer wanted
to look at went. This was a place for sick people, a place they shoved people much to different for the society's taste.
This was no place for a child.
He grew up here for the next ten years, playing with the insects and wild animals that crawled in through the broken
windows and rotted wooden frames. The raccoons were his favorite. He befriended some of the older women, letting
them manipulate his tail and
mane as they pleased. He viewed it as doing good to the world before they went off, to play with the children that
left the asylum. . .They would be sleeping, and then some men came and took them out somewhere, telling him that
they were going to a luxurious place. That's where everyone went when they went to sleep sometimes. Tabbie didn't
know why. . .But he accepted it.
He'd spent too long in that crumbled pile of insanity and squalor, he needed to escape before he feel asleep too. He
couldn't just stay there. . .he needed to prove everyone wrong, he needed to show every soul that ever doubted him
that he could survive. His family. The asylum. The old ladies that eventually went to sleep too. Hr couldn't give up.
These visions can't get the best of him. His eye color won't change who is is. Tabbie did change, but it was only for
the better. Tabbie couldn't let others rule him. So he stopped being Tabbie Renolds. He was now Enzyme Etnetzo,
the kia that refused to let the works get the best of him.
And that is when he left. He left the insects, and the deadly animals, and the sick people who fall asleep and leave.
He just burst through the wall, moving the crumbling rocks and the rotting wood out if his way as he made his way
to a life worth living for. A life where the hallucinations and hate didn't rule.
ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ 'ᴀᴘᴏᴄᴏʟʏᴘsᴇ' : :
"This sassy gal" - How Enz met Wolf
I was running. Running, running as fast as I the ground could let me. Or, was I? Was I really running, or were the
shadows playing mind tricks on me, to distract me, to catch me and to manipulate me to their own benefit. Now
that I think about it. . .I couldn't have been running that fast, I couldn't have. The mud was to thick, the trees
to dense, I'm far too clumsy for my own good; the shadows really had tricked me into thinking I was running for
my life, competing against them just for the means of surviving.
My eyes open with a certain numbness to my limbs, the kind of stillness that comes with sleeping for ages. The
numbness over came me, and I couldn't move, I couldn't twist a claw, I couldn't flick my tail, I was a useless rag
doll ready and prepared for being thrown around, and to be prodded and poked with stabbing pins. I could feel
them. They were stabbing me. THEY WERE STABBING ME. MY BLOOD IT'S LEAKING OUT. I'M LOOSING IT ALL.
I'M GOING TO DIE I'M GOING TO-
The nightmare cut off abruptly, the foggy quality getting thicker by the minute as I tried to grasp what had
happened and implant it into my memory. And I then I woke up, I think for real this time. . . I rose from the
ground, stretching my limbs in front of my as I settled against the tree I had collapsed by last night. My tail was
knotted, looking much shorter than it should have looked like, with twigs and thorns, and leaves, and mud caked
into it unappealingly. My claws were cracked in odd places, worn down and made short by running against rock
and other mediums of nature. My mane. . .I couldn't really observe it, but the feel of it against my face sent the
idea that it was drenched in sweat, in the pure terror that had plagued me all throughout the night. . . All night.
Over and Over. Different Horrors every few hours. It left my mane drenched and matted from tossing and
turning on the forest floor, bound to have the forest's debris in it as well. . . I brought my paw to my face, wiping
the mud off of my cheeks, and the dried tears that I wasn't really aware of. I looked down at my dull purple-blue
pelt merged with green spotted pieces and lavender in places, fading into vibrant violet at the mane and the tail
tuft. . .It looked different than I remembered, matted with twigs and leaves and covered in mud to a point beyond
recognition. I should really go wash this off. . .But the shadows haven't bothered me yet. . .What if they find
me? I sighed, giving up and ultimately just standing up, using a low hanging branch to assist me, as most of my
limbs were sore from running and tripping, and the shadows playing with my joints.
I stumbled along for a good bit of a while, grasping trees for those moments when the fog and shadows threatened
to over take me. It took a lapse of time wondering around to get to a small fed spring. It's water fell lazily over the
rocks, trickling down cracks and settling with gurgling sounds in the spot below the rocks, a slight decline in the
earth that quickly inclined again to a steeper hill. The rocks also made up another one side of it, trapping the water
in without kia manipulation.
I stumbled over to the rocks with an new urgency. How long exactly had it been now? Without water? I let my
paws clasp the water between them, bringing to my mouth with a new dry quench to it. It was great; cool, clean, and
lovely as it went down my throat. I just gave up and slipped into the small pool, the water barely making it half way
past my leg. The mud fogged the water, though, it did slowly cycle out through the small gaps in the rocks. I laid down
in the water, letting the cool liquid caress me as I wiped the mud from my streaked face and arms. Next was my mane,
a bit harder as I had to duck my head under the water and try to clean it out before I ran out of air in my lungs. . .It
didn't end quite well however. I ended up resurfacing sputtering and coughing some of the muddy water out of my mouth.
I took a moment of silence and stillness to get air, and not water back in my lungs, but proceeding that, I let my paws
brush through my tail tuft lightly, getting the mats out, and most of the mud and twigs. I laid down in the water for a
moment, flat to cover my entire body for means of getting the last of the mud off, the bits I missed at least. I opened
my eyes, the clouded water slowly becoming clear as I gazed through the glass like liquid to the sky above. This was
actually. . .Kind of nice, I liked it. Minus the fact that I would run out of breath soon. I would just enjoy it while I. . .
My gurgled cry bubbled through the water as a distorted face of a tan furred creature stared down at me. My head was
brought up faster than you could say 'what', hitting the creature's forehead with an equally painful smack to both of the
two of their heads. I winced rubbing my head a bit before I held my eyes closed, my arms flying in from of my face to
form an 'X' shape, to protect myself of course from this obvious demon sent to destroy me.
"HEY! WATCH IT!"
The voice that replied was not one of a demon's, however. It was smooth, not as low as a growl, yet not as high as a
squeal, more in between, like casual conversation with a pleasant significant other. Well, minus the bit of yelling, of
course. Wait. . .This was a feminine voice, so this definitely was not a demon. Wait. What? A GIRL? Most avoid
my odd presence. . .
Oh, maybe I should uncover my face, but then again. . .It sounds like she might hit me.
I brought my arms down from my face slowly, to see the woman's face hovering right in front of mine with a scowl as
she rubbed her forehead, wincing here and there. She was. . .Attractive, to say in the most appropriate manner. The
warm earth tones of her fur, her dark chocolate mane and tail, her piercing blue eyes that. . .Frankly looked quite
vexed. She sat, arms crossed and tail wrapped around herself protectively as I just gawked at her, my vibrant orange
irises holding her gaze for a moment before I looked away, stumbling to my feet.
"O-Oh, sorry for hurting you. . .But I - uh - have to be going." I announced, beginning to climb the rocks to her right,
avoiding physical contact and even avoiding to look at her.
The earth-toned kia grabbed my tail, stopping me in my tracks and inevitably making me slide back down the rocks,
my face hitting nearly every rock on the way back down. I groaned, turning to face her, now back in the cool water.
"I'm assuming this makes us even?" I asked, My voice questioning, and sturdy enough to deal with.
The female's scowl melted away as she laughed, her eyebrows rising questioningly.
"You expect me to forgive you poor excuse of a man, when I don't even know your name?" She asked, her pewter blue
eyes melting into amusement. "I think you're more or less in my debt, now."
"So. . .If I give you my - name, i'll be excused?" I asked, eyebrows raising a bit to look less scared than I really,
reallyyy was. This woman was intimidating, yet so strangely. . .Approachable. Like I wanted to know more about her.
Maybe being in her debt isn't that bad of a thing.
"Oh why of course not. No one hits me and gets away scott-free." Her voice rang out, it's alto toned level hinted
towards the truth and only the truth.
"Uhhmmmmm. . ." The sound fell through my mouth, unaware of what I wanted to communicate to her at the moment.
"Oh - Well, though it doesn't really matter all that much, I'm - uh. . ." My words paused for a moment, waiting to grasp
my second name clearly. "I'm Enzyme." I told her, heat gathering in my cheeks area as I took an extremely awkward pause.
"And you, ma'am?" I asked, the simple question hopefully easy enough for her. . .
She scoffed, raising herself onto the rocks above me with her tail grazing the spring's surface. "What do you call an
animal that can rip out your throat, and represents wisdom in Native American tales?" She asked, triggering the
intelligent response mechanism in my brain.
"Uhhhh. . .A bear?" I asked, my answer shaky, and unsure.
"Well no wonder you don't know about the spirit of wisdom" She responded, should I know what that is? I think I
should. . .
"No. . .No I don't, you're right." I told her, giving in.
"Hmm... oh look, a paw print." She paused, pointing to a dark brown painted paw print on her left thigh. My eyes
wandered a bit, before I eventually went back to her as she began to speak in that beautiful tone again. "I wonder
what four-legged wild animal with teeth has the paw print of a canine" She finished, the thickness of her sarcasm
nearly radiating off of her with her false questions.
"Oh, Wolf." I said, clarity and sureness running through my mind. "That's a - uh - wonderful name." I told her,
mentally yanking my mane out at the un-sureness in my complement. I should be more straight forward, I need
to work on that.
"And your name is very pretty. Maybe you could try fitting it better by taking another go at those rocks" She said,
so clearly, and without hesitation. I should really work on that. Oh well, for now i'll just deal with the sarcasm.
After all, I won't mind hanging around her for a while, as long as she can put up with me.
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