Name: Lue
Gender: Male
9 personality words:
Touchy
Twitchy
Misleading
Hopeful
Assumptous
Careless
constricting
Clingy
Chill
Scar: A soft scar down his belly pouch, and one over his snout
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Story:
Lue is known to have Von Willibrand disease type 2M and because of this can easily get bruised and scarring, along with excessive nose bleeds, and at times bleeding from the gums if too much pressure is put on them. He gained the disease genetically, from his his mothers generation and though he doesn't have the strongest case his mother was known worrying over it.
It is caused by platelets not being able to clump properly. To understand this disease, it would help to know how blood clotting works. Platelets are circulating blood cells, that come together to plug broken blood vessels which stops bleeding. VWF is responsible for helping platelets bunch together. If VWF is low/absent, the platelets cannot clump properly. This leads to bleeding problems.
After his momma died he became very different, he wasn't as charismatic... Though hopeful, misleading and soft.
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My momma said I was an angel, I was made of light and that's why I got hurt so easily
"Momma, momma!" The little tot ran towards his mother, giggling excitedly and hopping up and down. "I got a present from Lucy, see!" He held out a little red heart charm and wiggled it in his fingers, watching it jingle. A little stroke of bandages where around his tail, not fitting his tiny little figure. His hips swayed side to side as he grinned with those awkard teeth. "Do you like ittt?" He took a huge breath and spoke again, no excitement lost. "Look. Look! See how it opens up? Lucy said... " He breathed again, going too fast for his breath to catch up. "We can put a pretty picture there."
She smiled down at him, patting his head and brushing her fingers through it. "Place me up there momma?" He pointed confidently watching her as she pulled him up and softly on to the ledge. He knew he could fall, but he was just so giddy and energetic he couldn't care. "His scars are clearing up nicely," His mommas voice was distant as he played with his new trinket, treating it more like a toy than an accessory. Her and Lucy exchanged knowing glances, "They always do," she sighed looking towards the younger female. "I know," They both smiled softly. "He's just so fragile," slowly their voices began to become quieter, soft whispers farther away as the little one waited. "The doctors say he'll get better over the years, not fully but..."
She breathed. "I still worry everytime he runs over to me. He's got such charisma." His legs swayed, sitting on that ledge he hummed, and the soft fading pink scars became more evident over them, as he tapped his feet against the gravel wall. It's a true shame, they both thought it but neither spoke another word. Instead they waved goodbye and walked separate ways, one of Lues hands holding his mommas and the other the shiny little trinket. "Momma, when are we going to take the bandages off my tail?" She looked down at him for a moment. "Later, darling."
Slowly as they walked he remembered the stories his momma and Lucy told him, about a little prince that was made of light, he was an angel in the heavens and then fell into the rough world, too fragile and unknowing. "He had scars, little Lue." Their voices would stir him softly, gentle and soothing beyond compare. "Just like you, he was so fragile that when he ran at first he scuffed up his feet and had to rest for a long time. And when he fell he got owies on his knees and his palms, and all over his tail. And they left scars, but slowly every scar would heal over and no mark of them would remain. Except for the sake of a mark on memory. Just like your precious scars.." They'd grab his face and smile into it happily, they'd pull him a little closer and say smooth words in soothing voices. It was always followed with, "Becareful Lue." A stroke to his head, a kiss to his hand, and a reminiscence glance at where old scars had been, now already cleared up, and ready to be marked again.
