Lakes
Cl'Rus's name:
Altair [Meaning : Bright Star / Flying / Eagle etc xD]
Cl'Rus's gender:
Male
Personality:
One of the most shy Cl'rus you will ever meet. He prefers to keep his thoughts and emotions to himself rather than expressing it out. He has very little good friends, but is very loyal and would put his life after their's. Being a naive Cl'Rus, he only can see the good side of people and this, thus, has made him an easy target. He also has a very loving heart and loves to see the sun sets.
History(optional):
When Altair was young, like every other Cl'Rus, he was mischevious. He loved to go out into the open grasslands and chase the sheep there. The sheep would baa loudly, scrambling in all directions, leaving a Cl'Rus both tired and proud. He had many friends back then, being popular and charming, but he knew who his best friends were and stuck to them.
Story(optional):
The clouds were dark, warning of impending rain. Under the dark cave, Altair was shaking a body furiously.
'Hey.. Hey !! Dont do this to me.. I am really sorry.. I- I did'nt know that the shepherd would come.. He was supposed to co-'
He was stopped by an abrupt cough from the body as it slowly and shakily lifted itself up.
'Don't be.. I only..'
A violent cough.
'It's okay.. We did not know..'
Blood spilled on the floor. Altair, who was scared of blood, froze. He could not do anything, it was like his veins turned to ice. He could only helplessly stare as his friend tried to sit up painfully. Droplets of water from the sky started to emerge, accompanied by a loud clap of thunder. This woke Altair and he shook his head.
'I'm going back to the Cave to tell what happened so that they can help you and I can face the consequences.'
His friend stared at him, wide-eyed.
'Whaa- Now ? In the rain ?'
Grinning weakly, he used his strong wings to push him into the dark sky. After finding the Cave, he told what happened and had to stay in his own room, not allowed to go out. Pouting, Altair waited until his friend arrived back. Word was that his friend survived, but sustained many injuries and loss of blood.
Lying on his bed facing up, he thought hard. Why ? Even though his friend had forgiven him, the scars on his back reminded him of the hardship which he faced. This experience taught him to treasure his friends and to not act so rashly, thus ridding him of his old ways and making him more independent.
Art(optional):
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