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[center]Sorry, this Ailtiados has been adopted. It now belongs to Frightful. Please do not steal the design.

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Name;
Boriti
(means "beam" in Swahili, like a beam of light.)
Gender;
Male
What you will do with it;
The lineart...it's beautiful o3o
I love my little Burrito's design, and I have been wanting to use the name Boriti for a while. I'll most likely try to do some art for him, and maybe rp?
Story/personality; (at LEAST 300 words)
Boriti is an optimistic, friendly creature that is willing to help anyone. He is persistent, loyal, and willing to please. He is very in touch with nature and is never afraid to explore.

(He's going to have a British accent, because he looks British 8D)

"Shh.. I'm not going to hurt you," Boriti cooed softly, sticking his vibrant pink nose near the owl's musty colored grey feathers. It flapped its wings violently, struggling to escape from burrow that had collapsed on its lower body.
"Boriti, what are you doing?" a feminine voice echoed through the mountains. A slim figure slipped out of the family's den.
"Errr...nothing Mum, why?" he smiled weakly, his fluffy tail covering the burrow.
"Bori, come here!"
"Umm..you see, well, I'm kinda stuck here."
"Boriti, now." The black and yellow male sighed as he slowly walked away from the burrow. He kept his eyes fixated on the helpless owl.
"Owls don't live in burrows!" she turned her head incredulously at him, tilting her head.
"This one does," he said matter-of-factly. "It's a burrowing owl, Mum. I read about it at Kusoma's oak. She has a magnificent libra-"
"You shouldn't have any relations with that lowly she wolf!" she snapped, her mood instantly changing. "She's from a record-keeping and weaving family. Why don't you stay around Mali? Their family are courageous as lions and noble as horses."
"Can't you leave me be so that I can just help this poor owl? Maybe there's a Skinbare* trap in there," Boriti asked with an irritated twinge in his voice, agitated his mother was choosing who he could be around.
"Fine," she stalked away into their den. Boriti continued to comfort the owl, trying to yank its backside out. He sat down, dumbfounded. If I yank it, out, then he might not be able to use his legs again, but if I--
"Need help?" Boriti jumped at the familiar voice. A glowing smile appeared on the fae's face. His bright yellow eyes gazed into her fair pale blue eyes.
"Kusoma," he greeted warmly, trying to hide back his fear of his mother seeing. "I need to get him out of here before it's too late." Kusoma thought for a while, then spoke.
"Dig."
"What?" Boriti asked, puzzled.
"We dig around whatever is in there. Then, we can get him out." He was about to protest about how uncivilized and disgusting the others thought digging was, but he pushed it to the back of his mind. Timidly, he started to dig, a few times wrinkling his nose. Boriti noticed how carefree Kusoma was about getting her paws filthy. He entwined his tail around hers as they dug, feeling warmth inside of him. Kusoma shrieked as the Burrowing Owl suddenly fluttered out of the burrow.
"Stupid Skinbares*," he muttered darkly, picking up a trap by the teeth. After throwing it out, Boriti inspected the leg. It was just a little bruised.
"He's lucky he wasn't hurt any more," Kusoma murmured, rubbing against Boriti. They both waited in silence for the bird to leave. He just sat there, waiting for something. "He doesn't want to leave," she said softly. They tried walking away, but his short, stubby legs scuttled across the rocky ground towards them.
"Then he shall be my everlasting partner, Ankai!" Boriti proclaimed triumphantly.
"What will your parents think?" Kusoma whispered softly into his ear, trying to hold back laughter.
* Skinbare = Human

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The story's great! Though gonna keep him up for adoption till Sunday. To give anyone else a chance.

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