[The Last Raven]

What's A Posta?
Postas originated in the heart of Venice. They were small in numbers at first and were domesticated animals, but grew larger and larger in population, being shipped overseas in exchanged for goods. Now, Postas are used as replacements for mailmen in many areas. There are many that are also kept as pets and others that live in the wild. Even if a posta is wild, they will always have letters or some form of literature that they keep. The letters can either be love letters to other postas, diary entries, newspaper clippings, or other writings from humans.

So I was EXTREMELY tempted to keep this guy for myself because I've absolutely fallen in love with him. That hair though...and the accessories...just AGH! He is one shmexy boy. SO because I have fallen in love with him so much you all are going to have to impress me to win him. As you can see he is a very rare Posta (I got special permission from Pen) so he isn't going to go to just anyone. You have to show me that you REALLY want him and that you'll continue to show him your love once you've won him. I'm not really providing a structure for your form so get creative. Something to notice though is that he doesn't have any letters or literature. NONE. Why is that? Maybe you can tell me. And what's that written on his leather bracelet? Is that important? Make this guy truly yours.

P.S. You can't "reserve" an idea for the no letters/literature. That isn't very fair. Everyone has the same pool of ideas to choose from. It's what you do with it that matters.

Ends August 23rd. Good luck.

[Novi]

reserved nwn

[Weeping_Angel }Y{]

name meaning
tiger
his pattern reminded me of a tiger when I first saw him,
and the name just kind of 'clicked'.

gender
male

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As time passes, we find love and hope, but also run into trials of hardship and pain. Sadly, these trials sometimes end in the destruction of our loved ones or hope, and sometimes both. This is Nimer's story. This is his trial.

It was a day just like any other. The golden sun shone in a sapphire sky, lighting up the emerald grass and wildflowers throughout the meadow. Nimer and Anaya lay in the shade, listening to birdsong and watching the butterflies dance. Before each of them lay the latest letter from the other, as it had become their tradition to share love letters with one another each week in this place. On the letter before Ananya was written a poem, signed 'With Love, Nimer'. Before him lay a sweet letter, one that he would treasure always, signed in Ananya's typical way of 'Love Forever, Ananya'.

As he had a habit of doing, he was translating her letter into latin as he read it. It made her already poetic writing seem even more so, seeing as french, the language of love, originated from latin. Of course, their letters were written in english, but it always seemed as if Anaya's extensive vocabulary and understanding of literature was of another world.

Glancing up from the letter he just finished translating, he noticed Anaya was watching him with a smile on her face. "That was a beautiful poem, my love, but I'm afraid I must cut this meeting short. I have a poetry reading to attend."

"Of course, love. I will see you next time." He replied, giving her a quick kiss farewell.

Ｔｉｍｅ ｉｓ ｔｏｏ ｓｌｏｗ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｏｓｅ ｗｈｏ ｗａｉｔ, ｔｏｏ ｓｗｉｆｔ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｏｓｅ ｗｈｏ ｆｅａｒ, ｔｏｏ ｌｏｎｇ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｏｓｅ ｗｈｏ ｇｒｉｅｖｅ, ｔｏｏ ｓｈｏｒｔ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｏｓｅ ｗｈｏ ｒｅｊｏｉｃｅ, ｂｕｔ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｏｓｅ ｗｈｏ ｌｏｖｅ, ｔｉｍｅ ｉｓ ｅｔｅｒｎｉｔｙ.

~Ｈｅｎｒｙ Ｖａｎ Ｄｙｋｅ

The next week passed as it always did, with Nimer delivering love letters for his friends to their secret admirers, as well as him working on a new recipe for his restaurant. As he worked, he would constantly glance at the binder tucked away safely on a bookshelf that held all of Ananya's previous letters to him as well as his newest letter to her for their meeting in a few days. Strangely, he hadn't heard much from her the entire week. Usually she would drop into the restaurant to see him or even visit him for a few minutes at his home, but he hadn't see hide nor hair of her since they parted ways.

His concern only grew when the time for their meeting came. He was running late, as usual, but when he arrived at the meadow Ananya was nowhere to be seen. This was especially odd, because there was never a time when she was late for their bi-weekly meeting.

After waiting for nearly an hour, he stood and headed in the direction of her art studio. She would likely be there if she was anywhere, as there were times when she got focused on her wok and forgot the world around her. It had never affected their meeting before, but maybe it had this time. This was Nimer's train of thought as he headed into the center of town.

When he arrived at the studio, he found the door slightly ajar. Walking through the door slowly, carefully, he found himself in a dark room lit only by the sunlight streaming through the large bay windows against one wall. He made his way through the room, looking for any sign Ananya was there. Finding none he turned toward the back and made his way to the stairs. As he ascended, he drew a key from underneath his hat.

Once he reached the top he unlocked the door leading to Ananya's apartment above the studio. He entered quietly into a dimly lit room with the clutter of an artist everywhere. But something seemed off to him. He looked around the apartment, analyzing every detail with the experience that came from years as a chef and restaurant owner. The window was open wide and the screen misplaced, something odd but not entirely unusual for Ananya, as there were times she would climb out the window onto the fire escape to sketch or write. What did strike him as strange was the fact that there was a stray piece of paper laying on her desk that was tucked in the corner.

Moving over to the desk he looked at the paper. On it was an unfinished letter to him, opening with a poem.

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What I Love About You

I love the way you look at me,
Your eyes so bright and blue.
I love the way you kiss me,
Your lips so soft and smooth.

I love the way you make me so happy,
And the ways you show you care.
I love the way you say, "I Love You,"
And the way you're always there.

I love the way you touch me,
Always sending chills down my spine.
I love that you are with me,
And glad that you are mine.

»-(¯`v´¯)-» Crystal Jansen

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He contacted the police, and they came over immediately, determining it was a kidnapping.

A month later, Anaya's body was found in the alley by his restaurant.

He has never loved another as much as he loved Ananya, and he likely never will.
He doesn't carry letters anymore in her memory, as the only letters he ever carried were once love letters.

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In memory of Ananya, Nimer didn't just give up carrying letters. He also made himself a leather bracelet,
something he hadn't done since he was pup, and carved into it the latin translation for Ananya's sign-off
for every letter she had ever written him, 'Quod amor in aeternum, Ananya.', and he wrote a small
poem in her memory.

Your Name

I wrote your name in the sky,
but the wind blew it away.
I wrote your name in the sand,
but the waves washed it away.
I wrote your name in my heart,
and forever it will stay.

❥ Jessica Blade

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The poem he wrote to Ananya for the meeting before she disappeared.

An Entrapment

My love, I have tried with all my being
to grasp a form comparable to thine own,
but nothing seems worthy;

I know now why Shakespeare could not
compare his love to a summer’s day.
It would be a crime to denounce the beauty
of such a creature as thee,
to simply cast away the precision
God had placed in forging you.

Each facet of your being
whether it physical or spiritual
is an ensnarement
from which there is no release.
But I do not wish release.
I wish to stay entrapped forever.
With you for all eternity.
Our hearts, always as one.

ღ Anthony Kolos ღ

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Form © Weeping_Angel }Y{
Art by me.
Images belong to their rightful owners.
Poems were found here.

[dragoncatofpern]

Stalking. Don't have time right now to enter, probably will later.
Update: Yeah, no, I really don't think I'll have enough time. Oh, well. Good luck to everyone else!

[SchyBug]

He is so cute Raven!! I won't be trying out for him but it was a very tempting design on his handsom boy!

[marlshore]

Oh my...
Huge Reserve!

[CorruptedPuppet]

His name is as follows;

Tanner\t(an)-ner\ being a boys name it's pronounced TAN-er. It is of
Old English origin, and originally means 'leather maker.'
His name was given to him of early age due to his interest with the town blacksmith,
who often in his spare time made saddles, and other assortments of leather products,
along with his usual metal works.

He's rather shy, and kept to himself, unless you are close to him
he won't be the first to engage in interactions. When you become closer to him he
becomes a deal lot more passionate, and open about his feelings. He's got a few trust
issues so he doesn't open up to people easily, you're a very lucky person if you have the opportunity
to meet Tanner.

(A quick warning to tag triggers in this story which includes: Alot of sadness))
A clanking sounded from another tent, Tanner lifted his ears slightly to the noise, he poked his head out of the box he'd been sleeping in. Across the way he peered into a tent which had a man hard at work on his newest custom saddle, a teenage girl standing beside him, interested in his work, she seemed to be giving him an earful. Tanner yipped wagging his tail softly back and forward in the box. The Blacksmith looked over at the tiny Posta and smiled waving at him, this caused Tanner to try jumping out of the box. He pushed his little paws into the edge of the box, continuously trying to leap over the edge of the wall.Eventually he'd pushed the box enough to topple it over, he tumbled out of the box and onto the gravel roadway. Tanner laid there for a moment, then started to whine.The Blacksmith briskly walked over to the small Posta,"You okay little guy?" He picked Tanner up and set the box up right revealing the for sale sign on the side. He looked at it with wonder,"Hmmph," he looked back at the Posta, and smiled,"You seem interested in what I do, do you want to watch me work?" Tanner yipped in enthusiasm. The man laughed,"That's the spirit!" With that he walked over to his tent, set the Posta on his desk, and continued to work.
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Tanner had been scolded dozens, upon dozens of times for going to see the old BlackSmith, but to the now year old Posta his work was far more interesting, and important. Now that his mind was starting to turn it's gears about things, instead of just being attracted to metallic objects, he began to understand the logic behind the man's work. He was an under payed Blacksmith who deserved much more than he earned, if they'd not had saddles, or horseshoes made, riding horses would be a much more painful, not to mention tiresome process. The many tools, and other metalwork he'd repaired would be useless without his knowledge.Tanner knew things, these propostrous primitive people did not, they'd failed to acknowledge him in any way of importance.
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Soon, Tanner was being put out into the field, he carried letters just like any usual Posta, sometimes packages, it was a small trip so he didn't mind it, a leather bracelet as well as a leather collar that resembled a belt. He wore them daily, with much glee, when he paraded around delivering the mail. It never once crossed his mind to become unhappy, even if his job wasn't his choice, he didn't hate it. Though one day something devastating happened, as winter swept in, sickness came with it. A large plague rested over the community, and many members became very sick, one being the old man. His daughter sitting by his bedside, greeted Tanner when he walked into the room. Tanner rushed to the mans side, and stuffed his nose under his frail arm. The girl pet Tanner gently, and watched over her father with gentle eyes.

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Tanner wouldn't go back to work until the man was okay, he'd refused food, and other bribes they'd failed to impress him with, the strong male had turned to almost just skin and bones over the course of a week. The man's hands grew colder each day, his case of the flu got worse with each breath he took, until he'd taken his last, Tanner hadn't left his bedside until a night they'd forced him out of the sickly man's house to deliver a single letter to a headmaster. That night was the night the old man would leave the small community. Tanner seemed to vow in his mind to never work again, the collar he once used to connect to, and pull cargo was slipped around his tail. Everyday the Posta went to the grave of his old friend and brought him a cog that was tied to a flower. The girl helped him make these little acccesories, she'd only grieved for a while before her moving on, with the strong personality she'd had. Tanner seemed to linger with the past a bit longer than she'd hoped, long enough to risk him his life.
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He'd taken the last straw with his owners, he was being forced out of the door in the house to deliver a package, with all of this tension sitting on his already built up anger, and frustration, Tanner snapped.He'd taken the package they where forcing at him and dropped the fine item, a large sound of breaking glass was heard throughout the entire market. Tanner's eyes showed nothing but fury, when the male owner went to discipline Tanner, all he'd gotten was a snap to his hand, and stitches on his fingers. The man, with much boiling anger spoke to his wife about the Posta,"He's not fit to work with us anymore." the man would snap,"He is unpredictable, not to mention unstable!" He'd continued to lash out with his words until his wife spoke a solution,"Then I suppose he's to be put down." The man could do nothing but agree.
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Word spred quickly about Tanner's ticking clock, and how long the heartbroken Tanner would have left to live, but as soon as the girl got word of this she'd ran to the owners. She'd talked to them about Tanner's connection to the old man who'd passed, she'd then continued to explain wanting to take Tanner in, and take care of him herself. The two owners seemed to understand her, but declined, they'd said the Posta cost them too much to simply hand him off to someone else. With that she'd went to work, within four days of baking she'd come up with one thousand five hundred dollars to give to the couple, they'd declined. She'd been devastated, Tanner's date was tomorrow, and there was almost no time left. She took the money she'd raised, snuck Tanner out of his designated barn, and left a note on the owner's door
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Dear Sanato family,
I wish to inform you that I have taken Tanner, if you are one of the fool's who can't understand what one's life can bring to other's then so be it. I'm going to leave you with this message, it seemed like such a short time, but it's been five years since I was fifteen, Tanner had been a good friend of my father's, as a result they where very close. You fail to see, someone's love for another and, the value of time. The time I spent in this village with my father was well spent but went by very fast, i'm sure Tanner had felt the same way. Time is much too short to spend it worrying about yourselves, maybe one day you'll figure that out, because otherwise your hearts will remain cold.
Sincerly,
Alex Reed.


Driving out of the small town community, she'd taken herself and Tanner to a small appartment complex, and settled down there.
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A few months later everything seemed normal, it was Tanner's sixth birthday, and Alex set up a video camera. Soon Tanner woke up to find that his bracelet was missing, he'd nearly tore apart the house looking for it. Alex held it up for him to see, he wagged his tail, a sign of relief for him. She tied it back to his front right leg, he examined the bracelet to see what she'd done to it, she smiled,"It's in dutch, it says Stond Ziin, Vast, or Time's too fast." Tanner thought about that for a moment, Time's too fast. Tanner seemed to show a smile, with a thought,'It is indeed.'

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Tanner perked his ears, and yelped to another spark of lightning, that followed with thunder, these large storms that often happened out of nowhere where still quite far from his comfort zone. He shook his head and sighed trying to sleep in his bed again,'Just sleep Tanner,' he thought, slowly closing his weary eyes.'Wait,' he lifted his head up and turned it slightly to the side,'Alex, hasn't come home yet..' he got up and walked around the house looking for his beloved friend. Soon after he'd given up the search, Alex walked into the house, and shut the door gently behind her, carrying a bundled up towel in her hands, no, it was another creature like him. Alex sat down on the couch, and Tanner hopped up on the couch next to her. Alex smiled at him,"Yes Tanner, I've brought another friend home." Tanner wagged his tail slowly, showing more nervousness than hope, the last guy she brought home wasn't exactly the nicest looking guy on earth, plus he stole his favorite spot to nap in, under the dining room table in the kitchen. Ever since they'd moved out of the apartment, and onto this plot of land Alex had been out rescuing all sorts of creatures. He was happy to be the first, he poked his nose into the little bundle that Alex was holding, a pair of dark blue eyes opened up to meet his. He barked in greeting to the small canine like creature. Alex dried the little creature, whom he was told was called an 'Altine' once the small female was set down he slowly approached her, the little Altine wagged her tail in response. Tanner's eyes widened, he backed away from the Altine almost immediately when he realized it had a mouth on it's tail. The girl seemed to be used to this response,"It won't bite you, trust me, it looks scary, but it's harmless." she replied to him. Tanner slowly came back to approach the female,"W-what's your name?" he asked, in a shaky tone, she happily responded,"Jade!" she trotted over to the larger Posta and looked up at him, she was hyper, as most young children are, she had so many questions,"What's your name mister, wow you're tall, why are you so tall, do you like to play Frisbee, I like to play Frisbee, what is it you do anyways?" Her questions went on until she noticed that Tanner was becoming a bit uncomfortable with her talkative nature. She chuckled nervously,"Sorry, heh, why not start from square one," She lifted her tail up again,"What's your name?" The Posta smiled at the young Altine,"I-i'm Tanner, it's nice to meet you Jade." He tried to sound as confident as possible. She grinned at him,"Nice to meet you Tanner!" she replied cheerfully. Jade looked around, and then back at Tanner,"What do you do for fun around here?" Tanner tapped his tail on the ground slowly, thinking,"Well, I usually think of little poems, sometimes i'll talk to Tamu, he's a Masked Merit, but he's still a bit scary to me." The little Altine gently smiled up at him," I like poems, they're like songs right?" she wagged her tail,"Can you sing me one?"
Tanner flattened his ears back against his head, no one had ever asked him to show them his poems, or even sing one. He hummed a tiny tune and before long he began a beautiful melody.

~A friend is all I need~
through the summer
and the spring
A friend is caring
pushing you to succeed
A friend is kind
providing love, with no greed
A friend is what I wish
A feeling that I miss
is having someone to
let me know that life is bliss.
A friend is all I need
to know love is real
A friend is all I need
to know again, how to feel.

Once he'd finished the poem, he'd written in his mind off the top of his head, he looked down to find the little Altine listening quietly, she put a paw up against his forearm, and yawned,"Tanner?" he nodded,"Yes, Jade?" she laid down, and stretched out next to him, replying drowsily,"I can be your friend if you want me too.." she said starting to close her eyes. Tanner smiled,"That would be nice Jade.." He would've said more if it wasn't for the Altine's sudden soft snoring. He picked up Jade and set her in his bed, and then shuffled in next to her, soon his weary eyes would drift to sleep with the small Altine.

P L A Y L I S T

Cool Kids
Tanner often, when he was little, and going through training to be a certified Postal carrier. He was often scolded for not paying attention to the older Postas, and often times he was bullied for not being like everyone else, it was said that he was 'unnatural'

Be Still
This song much relates to how Tanner felt, when the old man (Max) was dying. He simply wanted to sit there under his arms, and let his friend know he was there for him, no matter what.

How to Save a Life
Is it wrong that I consider this one of my favorite sad songs? Anyways, Tanner's conflict between his own owners, and Max really fits well into this song, I really think the entire storyline starting from the plague could be fit into this story.

Fix You
This song reminds me of the relationship that Alex and Tanner had when her father died, they both wanted to help eachother, and each and every day they try to get along in life.


Carnival
Gives you a slight feel of how Tanner felt when he met Tamu. ._.
Perfect *possible cussing
When Tanner met Jade, she'd really seen right through him, she could tell he had a problem though she wasn't pushy about it. Eventually he told her about his past, she'd told him that he was perfect, in every single way she could imagine.

N A M E - Tanner
A G E - 8 Years old

B I R T H D A T E - 9-14-2003

H E I G H T -
He's the height of an average Bulldog

W E I G H T - 115 lbs

A L L E R G I E S - Bee stings, and apples.

S H O T ~ R E C O R D S - The male has had his rabies, and DA22P shots, and has also been given a vaccine for Canine influenza for the large amount of animals on the property, and has also been given Crotalid (rattlesnake) Venom Toxoid due to reoccuring rattlesnake encounters on the property.

I N J U R Y ~ R E C O R D S - The male was diagnosed with a torn muscle in his left hindquarter on 2-17-2008

P H O B I A S -
Alektorophobia- Fear of chickens- Tanner gained a fear of chickens while he was one day as a Puppy trying to pick one up, he attempted to pick up a tiny chick, and the mother hens thought he was there to harm it and attacked him. From that day forward Tanner thought chickens where evil creatures that wanted to eat him.

Brontophobia- Fear of thunder and lightning- No one ever knew why he was afraid of these things, no one really cared to ask him, it's a rather common fear.

Automatonophobia- Fear of ventriloquist's dummies, animatronic creatures, wax statues - anything that falsly represents a sentient being- This one is actually pretty funny, Alex is a gamer, so she'd recently gotten the most recent gaming trend if you catch my drift. No? Five nights at Freddy's. Yes it's a game about animatronic characters trying to eat your face, because you're a security guard trying to get along in life. Alex paused the game to go get a can of TAB one night, and then Tanner hopped into her chair to see what she was doing. He'd put his paws on the desktop to get a closer look, putting his paw on the keyboard accidentily. He jumped a bit when he heard the game start up again. Alex saw this happen but decided to stand back and watch him for a moment. He became fidgety about the noises he was hearing, and of course didn't know that (if you guys don''t know about the game i''m sorry) pirate cove man was out of his hiding spot. He'd heard pots clanging in the kitchen, and then footsteps. He once again crawled on the desk for a closer look. When that animatronic critter popped up from the floor Tanner stood stalk still. At first Alex didn't think she got a reaction from him, but she walked over to him and poked his shoulder almost immediately he slipped out of the chair and fell out on the floor like a statue, he put his paws over his ears and stayed there for a good hour after that, Alex felt bad so she made him some icecream after he was recovered.

Credit @Leafclan99 DA

w.i.p

[The Last Raven]

Thanks SkyBug! I'm pretty proud of him. :3

[Generic edgy anime]

Farrengarr

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Male

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Name meaning
It has no meaning but it is based off a character in skyrim.

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Pesonality
Farrengarr is a kind person and very calm. He loves adventuring and hiking. He does a lot of swimming and spends more time outside than inside. He doesn't really hang out with friends but he has some friends he will hang out with. WIP

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Story
Farrengarr was young when he started adventuring. He explored a lot and he made a few friends along the way. Farrengarr was a bright creative kid and his friends loved to hang out with him. His best friend Daisy stuck with him till the end. She helped Farrengarr get the flashlight on his collar since her father was a trader and he knew how to put in the flashlight. They both went out adventuring at night and teasing eachother. Everything went well until a few years past and Daisy was verry ill. She knew she was ill and made Farrengarr a bracelet that said faith in an antient language of the suposably dragons. She gave it to Farrengarr and told him to never change and have faith. Farrengarr was sad about her being ill but he took her words to mind. 3 months later Daisy passed away but Farrengarr always had faith and never took off the bracelet.

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What's on the bracelet?
It says Faith in an ancient language.. This will be explained in my story and it will tell what the language is.
made by me. Picture taken on mynphone.

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Why is there no letter?
Farrengarr never had a special letter he wanted to carry around. He only wanted to wear the bracelet Daisy gave him. Plus he was bad at carrying letters and was afraid he would loose one while he was on an adventure.

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Like & dislikes
♡=likes X= dislikes

♡ swimming
X oceans
♡hiking
X bears
♡Adventuring
X getting lost
♡ outdoors
X hot days
♡ Daisy
X illness
♡ friends
X enemies

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Fears
Sharks
Bears
Lions
Snakes
Death

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Secret crush
His secret crush was Daisy but he couldn't admit it.

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Theme song
Ariels by system of a down.

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Art
bracelet made by me.

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Why I want him
I love his design! And he'd be a perfect addition to my character family. I would spoil this guy to death with art!

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About me
My user is bloodyshadowwolf but people call me Bloody or shadow. I am a guy and I play a lot of video games, especially Skyrim and Grand Theft Auto 5. I live withvmy roommate/friend and my fat cat named Tommy. I also own a fat tailed gecko named Cheeka. I am usually on a mobile device since my computer broke.

So amazing!

[cherrydoge]

Writing memories on this paper, you are far too away to be my helper. Writing words that are just for you, I'll let you know what I've been through.
It's only you who can understand, the weird turns of my restless mind. I leave for you words written on the sand, better read them before they get washed.
I find your arms the safest place, and your love the purest of all. It's far too bad, it's for me a disgrace. That remain the unforgiven my mistakes.
Writing thoughts I want to let you know, that you were and always will be my soul. Being the past still my present, it's you whom I will turn for love. -Only you, by Coach Mary

His name is Eiseley (Ee-seal-ey), he is named after a anthropologist, educator, philosopher, and natural science writer, who taught and published books from the 1950s through the 1970s. (If you want to read more about him, feel free to!: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eiseley)


Eiseley is calm, shy, a bit brave in some situations, smart, has Thantophobia (fear of losing someone you love), Autophobia (Fear of isolation), Brontophobia (Fear of thunder and lightning), and is easy-going. But he has trust issues, and doesn't trust many people he meets at first, in fear of what will happen again (See his story below). This young Posta is seeking out someone to be with, he needs a companion, someone to protect him, and to protect. Eiseley loves to go out, and be with nature. He's a big fan of listening to the birds sing, speak to the plants encouragingly (speaking to plants like that, will make them grow stronger, and prettier), and help the ecosystem grow stronger.


Eiseley hesitantly began to walk forward, as a ton of people crowded around him, tossing random letters for him to deliver, and swearing at him, and hitting him.. "Stupid mutt.. Won't deliver letters for nobody but Benny." "Kill Benny! Maybe he'll go rogue and accept letters then." Some said. Disregarding the insults and threats, he squeezed his way through the disappointed and rude humans, to try and find the love of his life; Lydia. A beautiful Posta with soft, kind purple eyes. Her rich, dark blue fur that seemed as if it had stars in it, and her voice.. Oh, her wonderful voice! It was not too quiet, nor too loud, just the perfect volume, it never rose too high, or too low. She was perfect, and he wanted to commit himself to her by giving her the most lovely written letter that he has ever written in years. He stopped to make sure it was still there, Eiseley sighed in relief as he felt it still in his pouch. The Posta made his way to his house he shared with his owner, Benny. Eiseley even knew it by heart, so he began to recite it in his mind.

My dearest love, Lydia.
Oh, how I love you so. I wish I could just stroke your wonderful fur while cuddling up with you next to the fire at night when Benny is sleeping in his room. Your beautiful eyes remind me of the many colors in our galaxy that you can see up in the night sky, so this is a letter showing my love to you. I cannot wait until we fully become mates! Oh, how your deep, rich blue fur sparkles when the light hits it. You are the the universe to my galaxy, the orbit to my planets.. My whole life revolves around you, my love. I truely hope you enjoy this letter..
Your mate,
Eiseley.
The Posta smiled as he used the small 'doggy door' that his owner installed. He curiously sniffed the air to find a new scent. Did Master get a new Posta? If so, male or female? Ooh, how he couldn't wait to meet this new Posta, they could become the best of friends. Eiseley stopped in his tracks as he saw Lydia being harassed by this new Posta. He growled, hackles raised he leaped at him. And in return, he snapped at Eiseley's muzzle, causing Eiseley to yelp in surprise and pain. "Please, stop!!" Lydia exclaimed, as she got up off the floor. "Why? He was harassing you! He was licking you forcefully and nuzzling you-" Oh.. Eiseley became silent as he realized what was happening. "I'm sorry, Eiseley.. But I didn't have a chance to tell you, I met him while delivering something for Benny, and.. Well, one thing led to another.. Please, forgive me.." "No! You betrayed me! Y-you.. You stupid piece of dirt! Both of you!" By this time, he was fleeing out of the door, the unknown Posta and Lydia watching.

What I plan to do with him? Lots of stuff! Somethings that I will do with Eiseley if I win him, are uploading pictures I drew to my DeviantART, put him in some roleplays on Skype, here, or anywhere else, put him in some of my videos, and write stories with him in it and my other OC's. c:





On his bracelet, it is something made for him by his owner, Benny. It means "Little Hero" in Arabic (البطل الصغير), Eiseley transported many important letters for Benny, so in return he made the small, almost baby Posta a bracelet, it was originally too big, so he wore it as a collar, and as he grew, he began to use it as a bracelet. And when he was much older, Benny made him the tail belt he has, and still wears to this day.


You can find some of his hobbies in some of his personality, such as going outside to be with nature. He is also a big fan of writing stories, and poetry. He can draw.. to an extent. Not the best one, but he can draw some stuff. Watching his owner, Benny make maps, and small, crafty things, Eiseley picked up on this and became skilled in mathematics and science. This Posta also loves to just be lazy with his owner(s), no worries in the world when he's with them.

Even before time, I knew you were mine. A beautiful thing, like an angel's wings. When I cried, you were always there for me. When you cried, I was there for you.
This was meant to be, little one. Don't you cry in the night from a fright, I will rush there in a hurry, to see what is the worry. Please, do not fret. For I will sing you to sleep, with a wonderful lullaby.
Little one, do not cry. Just fly high into the sky, and rest on the clouds. -Little One, by me.