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[Offended Cockatiel]

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Name. Valdis

Gender. Male

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Lauren- King

A soft quiver hit me as I stared at them, they were all so softhearted seeming when asleep. The only perfect appearing thing I'd ever accept to like. They were all asleep, and simultaneously for once. That is what I call a miracle. My story had worked, and the likes of it had almost knocked me out as well. "Was it that boring. For you to all fall asleep..."

I pulled out a gentle, big brother voice rolling my eyes at their rising and falling chests. Of course, it had gotten their attention for long enough. I rarely felt this calmness brushing over me, letting me stay in one place for more than five to ten minutes but a layer of obscure tiredness had rested on my, like the layers of dust in the crevices that my younge siblings could, very surprisingly, not reach. I walked around them, staring at each one of their faces, swerving away from the particularly fragile seaming ones... Maybe the few I thought to be frail weren't so frail, but I was too scared to find out. Slowly I stroked their heads, from the youngest to oldest... That ones muzzle, this ones ear, that ones cheek, just so that I wouldn't have to sleep so soon.

A yawn escaped one of their sleeping mouths and I twitched before yawning back, smiling down at them. I repeated my own words to myself, laying there and staring up at the stoney ceiling, tiredly taking in all of its curves and edges as I remembered my story. "Once upon a time there lived a little bird. He was the most beautiful creature any dragon could have ever seen. He shined in a golden gleam and was darkened by a few straying black feathers... But he was only beautiful on the outside. This little bird was vain, very vain." I rolled my eyes through the cavern, as if trying to take something in.. breathing in the familiar and unfamiliar scents, all in the same, with a comforted and tired sense.

"He always brought awe to the ones around him. But when alone he was very lonely and struck by fierce emotions. Now, his childhood enemy was very different from him." I glanced at the forest, the gray walls couldn't keep the stars from shining. "His enemy was a little bat. Red and orange and black with oddly ruffled fur. He had big red eyes that glossed over everything and he said the kindest, most entertaining thing. But no one was ever there to hear it... Because he was beautiful on the inside." A small chuckle pulled out of my mouth. "So, the little bat told himself he'd work hard to become just as good as anyone. Just as perfect as the little bird." I had already sat myself up, to see the tree tips, to feel the cold air. I frowned a little, watching even my parents sleep peacefuly, my body leaning and stroking against the wall nearest to me, as I walked toward the entrance. "The little bat has no idea what he was getting into..."

And with that I glanced back, a second before jumping from the cave and down the path... Towards the trees. "The little bat trained to get stronger." Still I recited the story only to an audience of one. Still I frowned paely. The soft brown trails looked so unexplainable at night, within the dark. "The bat worked hard and tried to be like that golden bird, but he didn't forget himself." I paused and breathed, finally stepping through the trees, though carefully. "Now that's very rare."

"One day, after so much hard work, the little bat went towards the little golden bird and his dragon entourage, flying through the green trees smoothly. Smiling at them in an imperfectly perfect way, he spoke." With a partially strained sigh I couldn't help imagining a small bat. Hopping in front of the group. "And before he spoke they all laughed and ventured away. Still he caught their eyes, most importantly the small golden birds. A story to be continued someday." I stared out at the small lake and it's somehow endless shore. Watching silently.

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Within a mind

Bastial- Bad blood

"Perfection is boring, and who wants boring?
It brings more happiness to not have perfection, and instead the good and the bad."

I don't like doing things the right way, what's the fun in perfect and neat, everything that's always prim and proper ends up getting messed up sooner or later anyway. I'm known to silently ask if, without the bad would we even want the perfection that good brings. I don't always fallow moral rules, since I was a child I'd talk my mouth off like I owned the world, I don't say things to spare feelings, and I'm not always on the same level as everyone when trouble comes around. I have problems sitting still, and I disappear constantly, coming back with piles of berries and colorful stones within my pouch, and if you could get me to stop opening my mouth, stating my opinions whenever someone contradicts, it'd be a miracle.

Perfection has no trials, you can just sit there and do nothing, but what's the fun in that? The best can't be reached, so why does everyone seam to say its what we should strive for and become. Everything would be the same... Or different, so why is everyone torturing themselves with stress.

My lack of appreciation, for perfection, created my love of fragile things. So easily breakable, touchable, and erasable. So easily do these things disperse and disappear, but their pale mistfetures seam to interest me like no other. I'm always entranced by these tiny things, the snowflakes, thin branches, small little flowers... I've always feared breaking them. Ever since I was a tot, I love watching them from afar but too close and I feel like I could somehow break something. I go through the same predicament with my family. My mom is a far away mystery to me, I get nervouse when I'm around her, and if I begin to think one of my siblings needs soft care I falter away. Ever since I was I child I could rarely go near two in particular, and avoided them like some internally nervouse plague. I still am overly careful around them, I don't go near their brekable parts, because they look so soft and frail to tussle. I don't know them as well as I should.

To get away from all those fragile things I can hurt, I run into another fragile thing. Just as fragile is the forest, with it's thin feathers, tight branches and scrawny plants but as easily as I avoid those, and I have grown a skill for it, I always fear taking a misstep and not avoiding my fragile family in time. Though, no one can blame me for running into the forest. Almost magically I can dissapear and reappear again, and it makes me calmer than the leaves that hold on tightly to those trees. The world is boundlessly easy to explore, that's why a run towards it all the time. No one mistakes me when I call it a throne of possibilities, and how could they? I can convince 'em, I can convince 'em all. I have that habit of saying 'em, instead of them, him or her and I say nifty, and the likes of it, I easily overuse the word miracle... but they all know me as a good story teller if no other label.

I can make the darkest of forest seam like the most amazing, bone chilling thing, make them want to search for it. But I think it's the fact that I run into it that makes them so sure. If no one can find me they'll know where I am. I'm off in the forest, walking softly through the branches, listening to the subtle whisper through the trees as I collect random berries and stones, into my pouch, and come back just as silently as I had left. It is easy to avoid things that would otherwise be a problem to normal beans, I run away from problems is the long and short of it. The simplest of things. But when I'm near them and I'm calm when the word problem or trouble isn't even breathed in the air, when there is no more running around and just a little less apprehensive fragile; fear I tell them stories.

I can't seam to help myself. When they all sit, somehow, there and watch me, listen to me. Sometimes I only tell one, sometimes I tell them all. Sometimes I sit there reciting words and find myself with watching eyes and listening ears of their sorts. I'm used to running around anyone I need to, In the most non-suspicious way I could, and of course walking above our cave and staring out when I need to. That's where I generate the best ideas. On the roof of a Stoney mountain no one notices you but you can notice them all. It doesn't always have a use, other than making reality seam better, beautiful in an odd way.

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My stuff-him and how he seams/acts, as himself and with his family;
A ruffian, a trickster that likes to rough around, very expressive.
These sorts of bats use their eyes instead of echolocation- so they have relatively large eyes, they will be shown in his vision.
you'd think he was the guy always going around, ready to play but when it comes down to it, he's willing to take care of his family no matter what.
He's the guy who always likes having fun, and the guy that others would sometimes think of as unhelpful, but when it comes down to it he's caring, deeper than anyone would think, and will always protect his family.
Very gentle, which you may not expect. Loves thrill scares.
Goes out a lot, and comes back with a lot of food.. Fruits and berries, yum yums...
Ignores what everyone tells him about if he tries hard enough he can do it--Stubborn, arrogant.

All Relationships from his view;;

Dad- I don't go near dad, I enjoy torturing him a little, honestly I know everything that he does and I appreciate him being the father that he is to me and my siblings, whenever he's trying to find me I hide, just for the sake of it. When he finds me and does all the dad like things he does I usually listen, I can't seam to ignore him when he does. When I was young I used to hop out of nowhere and bite his tail, I don't usually bite now but I still am up for shocking him.

Mom- Mom, I barely know her.. She's a secret to me, because as much as I love her I don't go near her, as some of my siblings do, I rather just watch from afar. I almost don't notice how distant I became of my mother... It's a scary thing.

Siblings-- From 602 and up.
1- I love messing with this little guy, can't help roughing it with 'em.
2- I donot like listening to them because they are older, which means authority and I don't like authority, making it seam like everything can change and all should be perfect... I've never given 'em a change and I have true reasons.
3- I'm careful not to hurt em', those ears always made me think they were fragile, ever since we were kids, I've rarely gone around em' and even less their head, I still try to help them if they're in trouble though it's extremely cautious, awkward help.
4- Careful to avoid them, not hurt the tiny thing and get in trouble, though to me, is it sad to say that, they are easily forgettable? Honestly, this one is easily forgettable as much as I love them.
5- I'm soft on 'em, probsbly because of hiw he acts. I am pretty prone to pat their head and mess up their hair, it's amusing.
6- Annoying, overly excitable little thing that clings to the roof of the cave, prone to give him many treats... The treats I get from my forest walks, the sweet berries go to him if he'll stay down for... just long enough.

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Gosh dern it, I love the Daddy bat more xD Good luck
(sorry for taking up space >.> I'm just a lazy reader and didn't see that I could only try out for only one, please forgive me)

[Kaishine]

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Oval
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The world is odd, but kind when you find what you look for. The universe is cold and dark, but the stars give it light. This is where I belong and where I will stay.
I walked around the small neighborhood, looking from around at the houses. I saw a Jellybean dragon playing in their yard, It looked kind of Camouflaged on the fallen leaves. I walked over, noticing there were more beans. The camouflaged one walks over to me, I narrow my eyes so I can see if fully. Did I forget to tell you are I am slightly blind? I can only see things if they are up close. I walk over to this Bean my ears forwards and tail twitching "I am geko and this is Echo and Jezebel " I nod to say hello, my eyes still narrowed so I could see them better. They throw me a ball of some sort, expecting me to catch it I guess. It was hard to see because of blurriness, But I somehow caught it throwing it to ... Jezebel? Yes that had to be Jezebel, she had the right colors. the ball hit me in the face, as I hadn't been paying much attention. I fall over, laughing.
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