Username:
Rebel Faery
Creature you are applying for:
Makii
Name you'll give the creature:
Xanthe
Personality you think the creature should have:
Xanthe was once bold and brave and confident. Upon an important event in her history, she became scared, a little frightened, and very, very lost.
Why do you want this creature?
Because it's the only one and I love writing stories!
History/ Woo for the Creature:
Other:
female
Xanthe knew very little. She had been born in a cave, with her two brothers, Aeron and Lysandros. They weren't her real brothers, but poor newborns abandoned in the woods by their true mothers. Her mother had disappeared, slunk away in the night shortly after she was born. They often played outside in the summer sunshine, feeding on fish from the nearby brook.
One day, towards the end of autumn, Xanthe was lying in the shade beneath a large boulder. Aeron and Lysandros were rolling about in the sun. They were happy. Everything was perfect. But only for a moment.
A huge monster, not like anything the young Makii's had ever seen before, burst into the clearing. It bounded into the centre, roaring like it would shake the earth. Its huge foot bore down on Lysandros, who was too scared to even move. He gave one last terrified scream before the monster's foot ended his life. There was no doubt he was dead. The crack of his skull confirmed it. Then the monster lumbered towards Aeron, leaving nothing but a bloodied mess on the floor.
Xanthe forced herself to look away from her dead brother. Aeron was crying, trying to get away from the huge monster. What is this thing, this monstrosity, that can break a Makii's skull with it's foot? Xanthe wondered. "Help!" Aeron screamed, as the monser grasped him in his jaws. His teeth looked razor sharp, and two sharp fangs prodded his back. Blood seeped out from under them. Xanthe shuddered.
Aeron has stopped struggling, stopped crying out. He lay limply in the beast's jaws, whimpering if the pressure on him deepened. The monster swung round, triumphant. Aeron closed his eyes, and stared straight at Xanthe. "Xanthe, help me," he called, his voice barely audible. Xanthe shifted further back under her shelter. Aeron nodded, as if acknowledging that he approved. He gave a whimper as the beasts jaws tightened. Xanthe watched as slowly and painfully, Aeron was crushed by the beast, his limp frame thrown the the ground. The beast started sniffing. Xanthe let out a whimper.
The beast turned towards her, and galloped in her direction. It tried to bury under the stone, but nothing worked. So he doubled back and tipped over the boulder. Xanthe was left in the open.
The beast held her lightly in his jaws and slammed her on the ground, trapping her under a paw, but not crushing her. He began to eat her brothers' dead bodies, and Xanthe closed her eyes. Then, once done, the monster claped her gently in his jaws and bounded away.
Xanthe closed her eyes. She could feel the teeth closed around her, deadly, yet not yet crushing her.
When she opened her eyes, she was in a den made of tree roots, and guessed she was underground. "Hello, young Makii," boomed a voice, the voice of the beast. "Welcome to my den."
"Who are you?" Xanthe squeaked. The monster chuckled.
"Do you not know me young one? My kind eat yours. We are fierce and brave and big enough to drive fear into even the biggest Makii's heart. I have brought you here to simply show you off, as my pet. Displease me, and I shall eat you. Is that clear?"
"Y-yes sir!"
"Good. What is your name, please tell?"
"Xanthe, sir."
"Ah, that is not your name, surely? It has to be something to do with the moon and star engraved on your pelt. I name you Astrofengiá. Now, give me a kiss on my cheek and go to bed." Xanthe did as he said, and settled down on the small woven basket meant for her.
Seasons passed, and Xanthe grew up, in that den with the beast. She learnt to prepare meals and how to look pretty, and win 'pet' competitions the beast often entered her in. One winter, Xanthe felt restless. The beast had gone into hibernation. He would not wake for a while yet.
She snuck out through a gap in the framework of the den, and ran through the snow. She finally stopped, and rested. She had found peace. She had found the Bonfire.
by ☆ ★TARDIS » Mon Mar 26, 2012 6:53 am 
