by Coexist » Wed Mar 14, 2012 4:50 am
Username: coexist
Name: Breanna (strong)
Gender: female
Cage: 1
Short Story: Breanna had grown up to know what her name ment strong. Her father insisted that she live up to it, in his eyes this ment making sure that she had plenty to do to make her so. Every night she went to bed tired and sore wishing that the fates had chosen another name for her. Her mother came to her one night, leading her to a stream to help her wash, she remembered it clearly, " sometimes the fates choose a hard life for you so that you will be able to handle whatever comes you'r way." her mother lifted a corner of her mouth in her form of a grin. Breannna knew that part of that was from what her mother suffered from her father. "Mother, why do you not leave him, if he hurts you?" Her mother looked at her with sorrowful eyes, "because my dear, fool that I am I still love him and sometimes he does show he still loves me." Her mother looked at Breanna, you are almost old enough to understand such things my dear she said smiling at her. Breanna knew what she ment, but she hoped that she never fell in love she never wanted things to become the way they were with her mother and father. But that was years ago.....
Breanna remembered the past most vividly when she stood near her mother and father's double grave. How they had died was the least expected way or at least she thought until an older rithicoan explained. They were both in pain and becoming inferm almost to the point that someone else would have to care for them, Breanna was of course then shocked to see them running full force at each other horns aimed. She tried to get there, she tried to stop it, but she was to late they had run eachother through. The old Rithicoan she had talked to explained that when two Rithicoan truly love, no mater what life has thrown them when they know they are no longer useful they make a pact and get out of everyones way. Breanna thought it was horrid and sweet at the same time. To trust someone with your life that much? At least both of them were at peace now, no matter what. She knew her time of moarning was comming to a close soon and several males had eyes on her, but one... one she thought she didnt mind. For instead of gawking at her as other males where doing, he was trying to keep the crowds at a respectful distance with the rest of the herd. He had been a gentlemen the whole time, so she asked the old Rithicoan who had told her the story for the name of the painted male. He looked at her, raised an eyebrow then said "Kishi" as he opened the gate of the buring place to leave. Breannna ignored his look, all she could think of right then was that name, rolling it over and over in her head, um..she thought to herself I think I like that name.
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I would like to appoligize to everyone for my behavior. Apparently one of my meds needed adjusted. I decided to stay but I will soon start a thread about High Functioning Autisum so that maybe a few people can better understand when I do slip. Love you all!