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Traviata
Italian in origin the name means Straying or Wanderer
Female
Just as my name sake I am a wanderer, straying from place to place and never settling down. I love the feel of the open path beneath my paws and the freedom of the wind blowing though my fur. I have learned to be quiet and soft spoken for that helps to keep me out of the limelight. Even though I am quiet though I have not forgotten to "carry a big stick." Though years on my own I have learned to become self reliant and patient, not needing things to come to me but instead taking my time to find what I need.
The quiet
Company (small amounts)
Reflecting on ones thoughts
Narrative/Story Songs
Farms
Wilderness
Sugared Meats
Watching storms from cover
Loud unexpected noises
Crowds
Harsh sounding songs (rap, metal ect.)
Cities
Tigers
Snakes
Being caught without cover in a storm
Look into my eyes and you will see, tails of travel tails of time.
Hello, I am named Traviata. I guess you have come to learn a bit about me, yes? I am a Kitsunkeko Chimera, but no, I am not Asian. Like my name origin, I too am Italian. Well, at least I assume so. You ask why I sound so uncertain? Hmm. Well, honestly, I don't remember much of my time as a kit. Just warm, cosy fur and the scent of milk; but, those seem to be just memories of forgotten dreams. Yet, there are a few solid memories that are stuck in my mind or that others have been able to conform. It starts in a dream-like quality and I'm surrounded in soft, muffling darkness. Small paws pressed against smooth silk as I mewled, perplexed and frightened, the only normality being the scent around me; the scent of the cloth in which I was tied in like a sack.' The next sentence is okay. But then change the next to 'Hearing my terrified mews, he lifted the cloth, which would later become my scarf, and pulled me out as I cried and begged to be held, still too young to fend for myself. Here, my friends, is where my journey begins...
The man, who's name I shall not tell for it is no one's but my business, was an Italian farmer. He may not have lived on the canals of Italy but his home was a beauty few can appreciate. He lived in a small, plain, stone cottage; large enough for one man to live comfortably or perhaps two if they shared the bed. The home was almost bare for what he had was all the necessities he needed. Luxuries, besides his wine, were of no use to him. The soil of his land was thin from decades of use but he loved it as though it were his child. Every year somehow he managed to make it birth his crops; enough to eat and a little to sell. It was through him that I learnt that it is not the quantity of items you have or what you have that makes you wealthy; it is about how you treated the world around you. And he treated the world as if it were gold. The market holders knew him well for his free advice; never a penny taken no matter how life-changing his words might be, and that wrinkled old smile that graced his face. He raised me well for the time we had with each other. But I had questions that no wisdom of his words could ever answer. Who was it within my dreams who owned that warmth and felt so soft beneath my tender paws?
Taking my leave of him and giving him my heartfelt goodbyes, I went east. No, I didn't go east because many people believed Kitsuneko Chimeras originated in Asia. At this time, I didn't even know my species, I looked like a fox with two strange thin tails. I traveled to the place where I knew multi-tailed foxes lived - China. (Please note that there are Kitsunes in China, though they are known instead by the name "Huli jing.") All I had with me was the scarf around my neck, that which had held me as a kit, and a few dried foods which I carried with me in my scarf as I do most things I cannot wear. I guess it was lucky for me to be on the same continent as China. I could travel without much interaction. Don't get me wrong now, I like people - I really do - but I was on a mission and wished to not be slowed down. To be truthful, my trip east was uneventful. I kept to the country sides for the most part with the seasons slowly changing as I traveled. I knew about natural plants that I could eat, like berries and roots, and I soon honed with my own natural instincts what little farming the hunter had taught me. While most of my travelling was straight forward, I did actually have a bit of excitement in Kazakhstan as I passed through.
You think Kazakhstan is a made up place? Check a map sometime. Kazakhstan is bordered by the Caspian Sea with Russia to the north, China to the east, and Kyrgystan, Uzbekistan, and Turkmenistan to the south. The place wasn't as pleasant to walk through. In my attempts to avoid too much contact, I ran into the sadder parts of the country. Years of irrigation and mining polluting the land made parts toxic to both humans and animals. I did my best to skirt these sickened lands but that landed me face to face with one of Asia's most mighty beasts, the tiger.
He was quite bigger than myself, dwarfing me in comparison. Strong feline muscles ripped just below the skin of a matted pelt, for his fur was no lush healthy thing but more of a rag tossed onto a skinny body. The only reason he most likely had those muscles was because he was a cat, and he constantly hunted for scarce food. It seemed that now I was on the menu. The usual case with tigers is that you do not notice when they are lurking nearby. I was quite lucky I had even caught a glimpse of him, really. You see, I had thought I heard a sound like a whisper of grasses, which really it was, and the only reason I looked was because I felt I was being watched. I paused, staring into the dried and dying grass. My eyes scanned, watching for every bit of movement before beginning to turn forward once more. Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I saw movement and spun back, arching, causing the fur along my spine to spike. Now I knew where to look. After a moment, the black stripes of a tiger stood out against its own pelt. It had a sad matted look to it, but its eyes spoke of a crazed hunger which stood out to me most at that moment. Now, I have no special powers, but you work with what you have. So did I, summoning forth my foxfire in bright balls in an attempt to scare off the watching beast. It stood, snarling and hissing, batting a large paw at the flames. The paw went through the flames, the illusion of danger then ended. It almost seemed as if the tiger made a "huh" sound when its paw passed through unharmed. It wasn't even a second longer before the tiger was crouched once more, advancing on me. Backing away, I hissed and barked at it, lashing my own feline tails. Unfortunately, my small size was not intimidating to the hungry beast. A large paw rose as I turned to flee, claws coming down along my spine as I turned, causing me to yelp out in pain. In frantic fear, I summoned my fire once more before its eyes, causing it to flinch and let go, allowing me to escape. The tiger, especially a hungry one, reacted fast to seeing me run as my back legs kicked up propelling me forward. Long teeth sank into my left leg, pulling me to a sudden stop. I twirled around as much as I could, lying on the ground, and with my own small feline paw, I raked my claws across his face. He roared in pain and frustration, letting go of my leg and allowing me to run, though now with pain. Here is where, if I had known my species, I would have been singing my praise of them to the heavens, for you see, my claws are what saved me. Pulling me up to the nearest tree so I could hide in the taller branches. For two days I stayed up there, licking my wounds as the tiger paced below. On the third day, there was a movement in the bushes. It seemed I wasn't the only animal hiding. A rabbit ran from its burrow, to take that chance or starve while the tiger waited me out. Seeing easier prey, the tiger ran for the rabbit. That was the last I saw of either of them. Climbing down from the tree, I fled.
I did not rest until exhaustion overtook me. This may have been a grievous mistake. Finding a mossy dead tree, I curled up in its cracked base above the roots, exposing my wounds to the bacteria that was eating away at the rotting wood. My eyes closed without a single thought to my health, and, soon, I was out like a light. I should consider myself lucky, however, if the cuts along my back had been infected, the infection could have easily reached my spine, potentially paralyzing me. By some miracle, it was not my back that took to the infection but instead the leg which flesh had been turned away by the tiger's teeth. That fateful night, I woke in a cold sweat. My fur was matted in tangles against my skin, feeling like a thick woolen blanket, while the skin beneath felt as though winter's fingers were stroking along it. I lay that way for hours before sleep once more overtook me. Though now, it had become a fevered shallow slumber.
It was not until the morning of the following day that I woke from my fitful dreams. I had not even realized that, while in my dreams, I had been mewing for that soft warmth to take away the pain. Back in reality, my sleeping form had been hoarsely mewing as well for its own sanctuary. Sanctuary did indeed come in the form of a large scaly beast and a two-tailed furry friend. It was a Kitsuneko and her traveling companion, a male Komodo dragon. It was evident that I was indeed alive to this stranger by my mews, but the hoarseness and even the fact that I was making such sounds as I slept was not a good sign. Stepping closer, the stranger sniffed her nose, wrinkling it as she took a quick step back from the stench of festering flesh filling the enclosed shelter I had chosen. Holding her breath, she darted her head into my shelter, grabbing my sleeping form by the scruff and pulling me out onto the Komodo's back. Outside the stench from my leg was lessened for the smell could now raft onto the open breeze. I do not remember any of this, of course, but from what I was told by the Komodo, who I now know by the name of Sukarno, and the Kitsuneko, whose name is Akemi, they brought me to a makeshift shelter of their own. For the next several hours, I continued to slumber in my sickened state as Akemi left to fetch what little she knew of herbs. Sukarno was left to stand guard. It would be yet another day before I finally woke, a cold cloth stretched out upon my forehead and another over my muzzle.
Realization did not grace me immediately as I woke. Only a little at a time did the world around me come into focus as I be gain to gain consciousness. The first thing which my waking mind noticed was the cold kiss of the damp cloths upon my face, followed by the hot itchy feeling of my fur as though every hair had a super sensitive nerve that rooted down deep into my very core. I groaned, turning over only to feel as though a thousand needles had to be stuck into my flesh instead of fur and a hand had chosen to roughly stroke them. My eyes cracked open to see a blurry image of a brown face with soft glowing pink lines. Blinking the image cleared until before her she saw the face of Akemi. "Hello" said the strange face before me. I closed my eyes shaking my head before attempting to sit up only to cry out and flop back down whimpering. The strange being stood placing a paw to my shoulder. "Shh don't move" She then moved away rummaging around before pulling out an ointment and placing it over my infection. I would write more but this is a story on its own so to sum things up she helped me to recover though the fur never grew back on my leg, scaring covering whatever skin that once boasted my coat there. She helped me pack once more, my things, ointments, and what not though there was one odd thing I found in my scarf toat. Two ear cuffs. It was only on a later visit I found out that she had slipped them in as a fashion gift to make up for my leg in a way.
It was months later before I finally reached my goal, China. Ah china I must say it was a bit hard getting around at first, took me a bit to get past some huge wall they had built there. It was a little before this time I had realized I could twine my tails together forming them into one fox tail. I had in other words begun to discover my disguise form, now it was only partial at this time and so I was still an oddity but at least one tail is less alien then two. Slipping my way through and running from prying eyes I made my way deeper and deeper in, sleeping on the outskirts of towns and cities hiding in fields and generally keeping out of site, which come to think of it was never going to help me find answers, until... One night as I slept I woke to the sound of breathing in my ear. It was a dark figure but I swear I saw two tails. It never said a word to me but instead dropped beside my face some object that dinged as it hit the stone followed by what appeared to be thick paper. The dark figure then turned vanishing back into the night before I could ever say a word to it. Sitting up I lit my foxfire and looked at what he had dropped. A coin necklace and a letter. Opening the letter I found this...
That was all she wrote. I had been left alone in the dark with nothing but paper, a coin, and the tears that dripped from my fur as I felt the pain that she must have felt when she let me go. Like a scar on my heart I shall never forget her words and so I shall never loose the solid representation of the advice she gifted me which I now live by. With this knowledge I left China. There was more of the world to see and perhaps something good I could add to it, some way I could repay my mother for what she had done for me.
And here ends the beginning of my journies. It was the search for the embodiment of a memory that may only be a dream that has led me on to my life of travel. One day I shall fill these pages and the pages of many more a journal the stories of my travels. But every story must have a beginning and though I hope to never get to write the end, before whoever may pick up this book I have layed down the beginning of many a tail.
Scared and battered,
Is what I am.
Paws grown thick,
With natures trek.
Years have gone,
And still I walk.
The end no longer,
What I want.
No my goal,
Is no longer,
To seek out,
What once I sought.
The trail is now,
What sets my heart alight,
With love and spender,
For what lies,
Beyond the bend.
Permission was gained by all owners to Acquaintance there charactersIvan - The man who I call father who raised me from a kit. I love him dearly and make sure to visit often, especially during harvest.
Tsuki - The Kitsuneko who many call the Mother of All though she despises this title. It was through her that I learned of what I am and I also make it a habit to stop by and visit whenever I am around her neck of the woods.
Akemi - Minorly skilled with herbs its thanks to her and Sukarno that the infection did not kill me. I owe to her my life though so far she will only accept my friendship.
Sukarno - A mighty and protective guardian he watched over me as I recovered from my sickness causing infection. To him as well I owe my life and he as well only accepts my friendship
Maru - I greatly dislike the manipulative aspects of Maru but respects her for her cunning and intelligence. I enjoy our talks of problem solving and strategy.
Tiger - Same tiger that caused my back scars and leg injury. I think I may wet the ground if I come face to face with him once more.
Scar Over Eye -
Three Scars Over Back - Caused by tiger claws slashing over my back
Left Full Leg Wapping - Initially caused by tiger teeth while I tried to pull my leg from its jaws causing the wound to be larger. Later infection caused horrible scaring that is now forever rapped out of site.
Right Partial Leg Wapping - Snake bite that caused the surrounding flesh to rot. This also caused severe scaring that is also now forever rapped out if site.
- Received in China from a mysterious stranger. A gift from her mother and a token of wisdom.
- Scarf she was found in in Italy. It's origin is unknown but thought to be linked with her mother.
Proverb - "Speak softly and carry a big stick" Coined by the USA President Teddy Roosevelt this proverb to use caution and non agreesion when possible but always have bruit force as back up in case it is required. This proverb is Traviata's favorite due to how wholly it embodies her style of socialization. When interacting with others she does her utmost best to avoid confrontation but when cornered and threatened she will strike out with tooth and claw before allowing her self to be harmed.
Gender - Most likely my choice for the gender arose from the accessories she boasts. Ear cuffs are not something commonly seen on a male, and add on a scarf well what she chooses to wear makes me think girl without a doubt.
Name - Now with gender picked it comes down to the name. Every scar tells a story and by the number she has it seems like she would have had to go pretty far out in the world and be a pretty active person to get ingured so much and so badly. So I wanted a name that meant wanderer and was a female name. I also wanted a name that was not Japanese or Chinese due to the already high number in the species already having names in those origins. With this in mind I went on a name hunt settling on a small hand full of names meaning Wanderer but finally choosing Traviata due to the sweet sound of the name, and my ability to spell it.
Personality - This was made alongside the story. By what she did within the story helped me to determine the key points of her personality.
Story - To be honest it wrote itself. I started with the idea of describing all her features. I chose to start it in Italy due to her name and continue it to China because when researching the coin's design I kept being lead to Chinese coins over and over. It was not until after I began writing that the real details of the story came to be or the idea of Traviata being a journal keeper arose.
Misspelling of Tale - I did purposely use the word tail in place of tale throughout my writing. The use of tail is a signitar habit Traviata developed after learning about her species. Being that a Kitsuneko Chimera's twin feline tails are one of their main signitar features Traviata plays on the word tale by substituting it with tails in recognition of her species.
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