"Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies."
~ Aristotle
Username:
wesleydog
Kennel Number:
Kennel 186 // Kennel 182
Name [of pet]:
Chancellor // Librarian
Gender [of pet]:
Male ♂ // Male ♂
Breed/Species [of pet]:
Buckskin New Forest Pony // Grey Field Mouse
Wikipedia wrote:
Buckskin is a hair coat color of horses; referring to a color that resembles certain shades of tanned deerskin. Similar colors in some breeds of dogs are also called buckskin. The horse has a tan or gold colored coat with black points (mane, tail, and lower legs).
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"Friendship... is not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything."
~ Muhammad Ali
Personality [of pet]:
Chancellor;;
.Haughty.
Chancellor is absolutely full of himself. It's a high possibility that he is actually more fond of himself than anyone else is. He takes pride in everything that he thinks, says, or does. He stands behind everything that he says and does because he is not ashamed of any of his actions. This harms him in the longrun, but he refuses to admit it. In fact, he refuses to admit to having any weaknesses or disabilities. He sees a certain perfection about himself that no one else sees. He always holds his head head and shakes out his mane in the wind because he finds himself to be the most brilliant stally around. He won't back down from any challanges, even when it is absolutely inevitable that he will lose. It's too bad that he harms himself so much by setting himself on a much higher level apart from others. His social status is certainly permanently damaged by his pride.
.Demanding.
Chancellor has never made a request. He's only ever made a demand, or worse yet, a command. He's a very loud, demanding being that expects that the best things be set aside for him. He's never done an honest day's work in his life and can be called lazy, but he is hasty to criticize the work of others. He likes everything done for him in a timely manner. Not because he is organized, but rather because he is obnoxious and impatient. It's his way or no way, and unless you'd like a royal pain in the butt, you better be willing to give in to his authority. When bothered or feeling most irritable, he often raises his voice in an eerie way that only Librarian can be patient enough to serve him when he is in that state.
.Overpowering.
Chancellor is very overpowering. He doesn't do well when in the presence of threats to his authority. In any situation, he will attempt to out-rule any authorative figure such as another palace dweller or a manager of some foundation or society. He prefers to be the one to give out the commands in every situation and sets trends as opposed to following those which are already set. He's actually a very unique figure that works to develop his own personality, but his pride gets in the way of his attempts to be a more dependent and pleasant person. Many people feel threatened or offended by the mere presence of Chancellor because he is hasty to make threats and hasty, snide remarks about others' abilities in ruling. His power is all in his head, and his innapropriate acts make it hard for anyone to take him very seriously.
.Sarcastic.
Chancellor is always talking in a very self-confident, cocky tone that implies sarcasm in his compliments and praises. He'll build you up with 'compliments' (or rather, sarcastic remarks) and bring you down with the tone that he speaks in. He makes cruel jokes about appearance, accents, and lifestyles and builds himself on a pedestal that he'll gladly push anyone off of. He looks down on the poor, the ugly, and the innocent and takes pride in his uncouth actions. "Amazing", "Wow", and "Really?" are remarks that from his mouth are never to be taken literally. He's never interested in what you have to say, show, or prove. He only wants to flaunt himself to you.
.Incomplete.
Chancellor as an individual is incomplete. He needs another creature to style him to be a more attractive being verbally and mentally. He is like a puzzle missing a piece because he's built himself up with false confidence and rudeness and is missing the key to being liked - kindness - in his puzzle of a life. Librarian is like his missing piece; his other half. He works to mold Chancellor into a better person and is a positive role model in his life. When left alone, Chancellor is a miserable stallion. He doesn't do well without his missing piece, and can't bear to be by himself. In fact, by rumor or truth, Chancellor has a phobia of being alone and an even worse fear of losing Librarian. Chancellor's life is incomplete, and he can't fill his heart or soul by himself. And not even the perfect mare could truly fix him up to his fullest.
.Weak.
Physically and mentally, Chancellor is weak. He could never beat a young child in a fist fight (or rather a hoof-off in his situation), and he doesn't have a strong enough will to win at a verbal fight. He's very vulnerable, not because he is easy to hurt or harm - no, he'd rather hide his emotions to the outside world and build them up inside, taking them out on his innocent subjects, or even rather his best friend Librarian - but because he is too concerned on building the wrong parts of his character and therefore is weak in those that receive constructive criticism well. His reflexes are very out of shape. His limbs are flemsy and he's not flexible. He couldn't win a horse race; couldn't help a master win a joust; couldn't win a hurtling competition if he tried. The only thing he'd really have a chance at would be a dressing competition because of his style, though his struts could use some work. Inside and out, Chancellor is weak and frail.
.Annoying.
Chancellor has a bad habit of nagging, pestering, and being all-around annoying. He has a tendency to talk when no one is listening because he loves to hear the sound of his own voice. When having a "conversation" with someone, it's often a one-sided conversation, so you'll be very lucky if you get a word or two in during the entire talk. He continuously follows people around as if they are listening to him, but he never really has realized that very few seem to actually take his words into mind. Some people call him a "pest" and openly express their hatred towards him. Others are too kind or afraid to admit that he isn't quite their cup of tea. No matter what the cause, people never tell Chancellor just how annoying he is.
.
Busy.
Chancellor always likes to make himself appear as if he were a busybody. He tries very hard to make it look as if he never has any time to take on any more tasks because he already has enough of them to do. However, Chancellor is never truly busy. He occupies his time with creating new laws for his subjects to follow, droning on, kicking back and relaxing, and living in complete and other luxury. If the entire town were in ruins, Chancellor himself would not be effected. He'd be too 'busy' working on some project he'd never planned to finish or too 'busy' worrying about trying to "organize" battle plans. More like picking out a sword that looks attractive to carry around on his side. Hah! When Chancellor is forced to do real "work", he makes sure that he does the busy work, not true work. Easy things like counting or sorting, but never building or organizing. The truth is, Chancellor just doesn't know how to last through a day's true work. It's too bad that he's never tried too hard to familiarize himself with it.
.Carefree (or perhaps just only concerned about himself).
Chancellor does not ever care for anything to do with the world around him. Instead, he is concerned about his own luxury. Where's the oats that he was certain he asked for? When was the last time he's been brushed? Why won't anyone listen to him whenever he walks around talking about how beautiful his mane is or how he wished that the world were more focused on him? Thoughts like these are the only things that go through Chancellor's dumb, stubborn, truly empty mind. He's not concerned about the "what ifs" or the problems that come up for his people or even himself personally. He doesn't take the extra time to pack before a journey, or to look where he's going when he faults around his gorgeous tail. Obviously these things cause him troubles in the long run, but do the stubborn ever really learn a lesson?
Librarian;;
.Organized.
Librarian is like the neat-freak that you never expected him to be. He's very much about cleanliness. There's quite a possibility that he has obsessive compulsive disorder, but perhaps it could just be his tendencies; silly boy! He's always obsessing over smudges on his glasses, and he has his little home-library alphabetized and seperated by genre. He can't stand to see dust around his little "room", and he's always tidying up after Chancellor because he tends to be a bit more carefree and messy than Librarian lightly speaking. He can't stand litterers or littering, even when it's in the house, and unless it comes to books of course, he's not at all fond of hoarding. He finds it to be a health hazard, and he thinks it is very unclean. He reads through books like crazy to keep the dust off the dustjackets if nothing else.
.Intelligent.
Few people can claim that they know any creature or human being that is even slightly smarter than Librarian himself. While Librarian knows just how smart he is, he never lets it get to his head. Without neccessarily trying to show anything off, he's always using big words that many don't know the meaning off and making crazy, twisted statements that will absolutely blow your mind! He's always hard at work reading, experimenting, or drawing some sort of conclusion up. He's well educated and well read and there are few things that he wouldn't easily be able to understand; few concepts that he couldn't grasp. He can't stand the low intelligence used in chat speak, readily points out the errors in his books, and is quite the little grammar Nazi. He knows how to spell nearly the entire dictionary; after all, a bored mouse has to read something in his spare time, right?
.Nerd.
Librarian is the typical nerd in all of the stories, all of the movies, and all of the schools world-wide. He'd much prefer reading or doing something beneficial to his intelligence level to video gaming, shopping, ruling over anything [-cough Chancellor cough-], or hanging with friends. A thick book and a small reading corner is more than enough to suffice when the task is to keep him from boredom. An entire series could be chewed off in a day easily when in his paws. But most of all, his eyes are always strained and tired because he can never put a good book down. All of his favorite books have pages worn by his paws at work and have been read at an average of nearly ten times, though the best nearly twenty. Librarian always has time for learning.
.Kind.
Rats, mice, and voles, your typical "pests" always get bad raps. But as you can probably already see, Librarian is quite far from your normal rodent. He's kind and considerate, nothing like the greedy monsters that nest themselves in every crack, nook, and cranny and create a nest, thieving from the kitchen. Instead, he is generous and nice, always willing to give more and take less. He takes pity on the less fortunate, and he respects those whom are in authority over him. He recognizes his place in the society, and he never tries to get more than what is given to him. He's loyal and honest, true to the end. He's always giving everyone little compliments here and there and he knows that even just a little smile can brighten anyone's day. He goes to extremes to help out, and even when he is not treated the way that he wishes to be treated, he goes above and beyond and out of his way to be especially kind to his enemies. The compassion and pity and the sincerity in Librarian's actions and words are far from what is expected, and cannot be met by anyone; especially not Chancellor.
.Quiet.
During the times when Librarian speaks, his voice is always in a hushed tone. The volume of his voice is very soft and quiet, and he speaks as if he's always in a library in which he sees that several people are trying to read books over the sounds of children and their parents. Sometimes Librarian speaks so quietly that people have to strain his ears to hear him or otherwise just assume that he's talking to himself. When he was a young child, many thought that perhaps he was mute or dumb. His "outside voice" is nothing more than a loud whisper on the verge of a low mumble. As he has proven when defending his beliefs (he's very opinionated), it's not that he can't be loud. It's than he chooses not to be so as to be more curtious and polite than most others.
.Serene.
Librarian is not troubled by the world's many trials and tribulations. In fact, he takes a view on the world that everything can be considered perfect. This is because he has a unique quality that allows him to see the best things in everyone and makes him desire to make the best of every situation. He's not troubled by any harsh words said to him or any rain storms that may come his way either figuratively or literally. A strong rain storm that could be considered a crop spoiler, an ugly day, or just another grey sky by anyone else would be his cup of tea: a lovely day for staying inside to pour over books, share a few snacks and words with Chancellor, and just plain and simple make the best of every situation. This serene, peaceful quality about Librarian makes him a very strong spirit that is well-liked by all.
.Curious.
Librarian likes to look at everything in a different perspective. He's curious, and he's not afraid to ask lots and lots of questions. He longs to understand all the principles of the world, and he makes it his goal each day to learn something new. He can never have enough knowledge, and it's no doubt that a schoolhouse would be the very best place for him if he were quite a bit more human. He likes to get his hands on things and use his five senses to better understand them. He likes to busy his hands with fixing things and tools, and he likes to know how large machinery operates. When he doesn't know what a word means (quite rarely nowadays) he eagerly looks it up, and when he doesn't possess the knowledge to do anything that he feels compelled to do, he finds someone to teach him how to do it correctly. He's not hurt by critique and is not afraid of being corrected or proven wrong. He just wants to better understand our earth.
.Supportive.
Librarian is supportive of those whom he trusts in each and every thing that they do. With every little thing that Chancellor tries to accomplish, Librarian's got his back and is more than willing to help him to do it. He likes to feel as if he's an essential and he likes to help others out. He's like a personal little cheerleader and will always be by your side. He's loyal and supportive day in and day out.
.Pleasing.
Something about Librarian's mere presence is quite pleasing to most. Most people enjoy his company and the small encounters that they have with him. He's not an obsessive people-pleaser that cares what other people think, but he does value the opinions of others and respects them humbly. His personality is pleasing to all, and even those who are elder to him respect him utmostly. He's practically perfect in every way: personality, appearance, knowledge. Librarian's never given anyone a reason not to be extremely proud of him and blessed by his presence.
Background/History [of pet]:
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"Chancellor!" yelled the voice of a mare. The voice echoed through the wide halls of the large fortress building; the palace that stood right in the middle of Riverdale, a beautiful little city ruled over by a stallion and mare couple. "Chancellor!" she repeated loudly. "Coming, Mummy," responded the voice of a stunningly handsome buckskin pony foal. His hooves clopped loudly and harshly over the hard floor of the palace. "Sense of urgency, darling!" she shouted, rounding the corner to meet him. "It's time for your lesson. Miss Averi is here, lovely," she said, but Chancellor knew that it was a strict statement, not a loving one. He groaned audibly with displeasure. The foal had never liked his lessons, and his tutors only got worse with each change. Miss Averi was certainly his least favorite mistress yet. She never taught him anything valuable, and she was very rough and quick in punishment. Chancellor was in no hurry to get to his lesson, but not yet having grown into his defiance and stubborness, he quickened his pace slightly in order to follow his mother's command. As he turned into the room at a rather quick trot, Miss Averi turned to look at him. "Chancellor, why I come here three days in a week to find out that the resident of the dwelling won't even arrive to my lessons on time?" the short-tempered mare spat out. "Despicable," she said. "And we were just going to work on your dressing lessons today, too!" she exclaimed. "We'll just have to arrive in the courtyard a bit later than expected," she concluded with a huffy sigh. She made it her life goal to make it seem to Chancellor as though he could never do anything right. Perhaps this is why he ended up avoiding work like the plague in the long run - scarring about his abilities from foalhood. Or perhaps it's just that he's quite lazy these days. Retracing our steps in the story, Miss Averi had been giving "proper lessons" to Chancellor for a while now. Instead of learning basic arithmetic, spelling skills, and grammar lessons like any normal child, the young prince was learning dressing skills, the art of jumping hurdles, and how to successfully (and quite snobbily if I do say so myself) to rule over the dear little Riverdale which he would one day inherit closely following death or resignment of office concerning his father. As Chancellor regrettingly followed his instructor out of the heavy glass stable-style doors and into the large, field-like courtyard he thought of just how unfortunate he was. When Miss Averi finally arrived in the courtyard with Chancellor closely following, she was ready to begin lessons immediately to make up for lost time. "Show me the routine that we developed last time, Chancellor," she ordered. Chancellor wasn't quite sure what position the aristocrat was in to order him - the prince - around, but fearing the whip, he followed her commands. Hastily he did a small routine, a winding of his legs and a twirl of his body. "No no!" she yelled in a harsh, blasting tone. "How could you be so terribly off if I've drilled this routine into your forsaken head many a time?" she asked hastily. "It's a right step. A left step will not allow you to show off your mane to its entirety!" she practically screamed at him as if she suspected him deaf. "I'm sorry," he murmured sheepishly. But this small act of self-conscious courtesy was only returned by a nasty, "Please grace me by remembering that a gentleman enuciates clearly and lifts his chin and muzzle when speaking."
Librarian leafed through pages of books as he sat only a month old alone on the corner of a table in the expansion of the palace. He searched through the dictionary for the definition of 'younker'. "Young nobleman," he whispered aloud. "Why that makes sense in the provided context!" he exclaimed happily. He then turned his attention back to studying the tiny printed text in an old book about the knights and the castles of the Medieval Age. His eyes scanned the book rapidly until he heard a voice. It was none other than his own father, the clockmaker of Riverdale, as he peeked his head in from the low window installed specifically for business-related and otherwise family visits and matters. You see, the peasant father of Librarian worked in the middle of the town, quite close to the blacksmith's shop. For there was not place in the palace (however large) for just every one. Only the respected and the servants were allowed to live there. Whatever category that the young and curious Librarian fell under out of the two, he was allowed to reside there while his dear old parents near the end of their time stayed in the village in their small little dwelling. "Librarian," croaked the unique, rusty voice. "Librarian, over here!" The voice seemed to repeat itself. "Father, what brings you to my dwelling?" he questioned. He was not used to visits from his father who was a very busy working man. "I've brought you a package, dear son," he responded casually as he handed Librarian the package. It was small and tan and it had a string tied around it going from right to left and top to bottom. It was rather light for a package, but nevertheless Librarian was more than just a tad bit eager to open it up. Daintily he untied the string and unfolded the wrapping that resembled a brown paper bag. He couldn't bring himself to rip through it like a true animal might. As he revealed its contents, he was very pleased. "Why, a new pair of spectacles and a pair of galoshes!" he exclaimed, pulling out a set of four little yellow boots and a new black-rimmed pair of glasses. They looked so much better than the boxy pair of grey glasses that occupied his face at the moment. "I'm ever so grateful. Thank you, Father!" he exclaimed, clutching the treasures to his chest. If there were anything that he liked almost as much as books, it would be accessories. He felt so proper when he wore them! He slid his boots on and exchanged his old pair of glasses for his new. "They're absolutely astounding. I'd conclude that they even compliment my fur color," he said, refusing to stop complimenting the new pair. "You're absolutely welcome my dear son," said his father, and soon after Librarian closed the small door for his father's visits, he returned to his spot on the table by climbing the leg and landed right in front of his book. "We meet again," he said to the inanimate object, and he began to read once more, the words slightly clearer with his new pair of spectacles. Absentmindedly, he reached for a cloth and cleaned them as he read, squinting to make the words out without the help of them on his face. "Nice and clean," he said, and he slid them back onto the rim of his nose.
Chancellor was himself graced. For after his lessons had been dealt with for nearly four hours on end without stopping, he was given a "play break" in which he was expected to make himself more familiar with his living quarters. Chancellor saw this as a good chance to explore the south wing of the palace, for he had never been there before in his short life. His hooves echoed on the tile floor and he took a left from his current position in the east wing. If he was going to explore his house, then he wasn't going to waste any time in doing so. The first door in the long hall was a bathroom, supposedly for the guests that the castle never did have. Next to the bathroom there were some ten master bedrooms in which resided the cook, the servants, the maid, and a few other people that stayed on the castle grounds. To his right, Chancellor was fascinated to see a mural of his father and his grandfather, a picture that he'd never seen before. It was painted right onto the pale blue wall and caught his attention for quite a while. He looked over it thoroughly, seeing that the artist had not missed a detail on the lovely face of his father or his grandfather alike. Chancellor was surprised by the large ability of any person. He immediately wondered who had created the lovely mural. As he walked along, he came to a stop by a large room which contained many books. There were probably very nearly twenty tall shelves of books, some reaching so high that a horse would need a ladder to reach the very top book. Surprisingly, the shelves were without dust, dent, or flaw. Directly in front of the doorway was a table, and there appeared to be a small figure reading a book that lay on the table. Chancellor's curiousity got the best of him, and he walked right into the large room. "Excuse me," he whinnied. The figure on the table seemed very frightened as his head snapped so that he could see Chancellor. "I do beg your pardon, but may I ask what your name is?" he asked in the proper voice that Miss Averi had so many times told him to use. Librarian studied the horse. "Inquisitive fellow," he concluded. "I'm Librarian," he said. "Would it be scurrilous to ask your name?" he inquired of the foal, so much larger than he. "My name is Chancellor," said the foal. "I don't think it would be... scurry-liss," he said. "Scurrilous, it means rude," Librarian gently corrected. "Ah.. I see," said Chancellor. "No, it's not rude to ask. Would it be scurrilous for me to ask you what you do in this castle?" he asked. "No, I don't believe so," said Librarian. "I'd say with confidence that my name explains what exactly occupies me in this palace. I'm a librarian. I manage the library, this lovely utopia of books, and I spend my days reading and inquiring," he said. "My, I do beg your pardon, Sir Chancellor. I would assume that you are your father's son. For you look very much alike to the ruler of this fine little settlement," Librarian said. He was a bit worried that Chancellor would think him rude for so openly discussing with him. "Yes, I suppose you could say that," Chancellor said in the fake accent he'd been taught to use. Parson is my father, and he does rule here." "Hello, Younker!" said Librarian in a quiet tone. He was quite proud to have properly used his newly learned vocabulary word. "I don't suppose that I know what a Younker is," said Chancellor with a confused and astounded stare, "but Hello yourself, Librarian," he said kindly. "Would you like to show me the rest of the east wing?"
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Ahhh... those were the days when I was a young little fledgling. And those were the marvelous days in which I met my very best pal, Chancellor. Chancellor was never quite himself back then. He'd been put through so much proper training from Miss Averi, that he didn't really know how to be himself anymore. He was a ruling figure that had been forced to be intelligible, proper, and polite and had been forced to have the best dressing steps, the straightest posture, and the slowest developing mind. I had my paws full at a very young age with the job of unfolding the lad, of turning him inside-out. It was a difficult process to get him to leave his shell, but he was very happy to be acquainted with me and I with him, and so he opened up. I got to see who he really was - a prideful little boy with a bubbly personality. Of course he had his flaws, but didn't I have mine? Did I ever seem like a closeminded nerd to him? Someone who only looked at the world as a big book? I'm quite sure that I always appeared to be to big-brained for him. Perhaps there were even times when he resented me and my intelligence. But I could never bring myself to resent him, even as his bragging filled my mind and even when he was rudest to me. How could I bring myself to hate someone, even their actions, that I loved so much? The thing was, I couldn't. When I finally got him to open up to me, I was pleased, even with his "unique" personality. I knew that he cared for me more than he cared for anyone else. But most importantly of all, I knew how much I cared for him.
When I was about seven months old, I found out from a local doctor that I had a life-threatening disease. The rattus rattus were thought of as dispicable as it was, and I was given no name to my condition. My chest felt weak, my heart rate was abnormally slow, and my feet were always aching. I never found the logic or the desire to read anymore, and I only really wanted to sleep because I felt as if I could never get better. When I first found out that I had this disease, the hardest thing that I had to face in life was not the pain, not the worry about my survival, but how hard it would be to tell Chancellor. I didn't want him to know the pain that I was going through. I didn't want him to have to sympathize for me. I wanted him to concentrate on his own stressful work; for he had just recently received his inheritance of the reign; his dear old father, a loyal ruler of our good town had not died, but he had stepped down. For he trusted his son to take great care of his throne, and he wanted Chancellor to experience all of the ruling that he possibly could. I was so proud of him. There was nothing that I was happier about in all of my life than my very best and most loyal pal receiving his throne even earlier than expected. I could tell he was happy. For I endured endless bragging for what felt like eons. But I was not bothered by his bragging. I could be happy for anyone in any circumstance. I didn't want to tell him that I had this disease because I loved him only as much as two friends could love each other. So I kept it a secret.
I didn't like hiding anything from Chancellor. I didn't like keeping secrets from anyone. So I told someone. I told my dear parents about my troubles, and I told them I loved them every day. They feared for me and wished to find me more help, but I begged them not to tell Chancellor. I couldn't bear to see his reaction, especially if he did one day find out about it from someone else but me. How could I expect to keep his trust if I did not tell him things? I didn't mean to, I really didn't, but one day he upset. He hurt my feelings. He wasn't paying attention to me any more. He was ruling our home which was pleasing to me, but his bragging left me edgy and the pain and exhaustion I was enduring led me to it. I couldn't help myself. I told him. It was the rudest, most obscure response that I'd ever given him. He'd droned on and on about his supposed accomplishments, and I began to wonder if he even cared about me any more. So I did it. I raised my voice. "Don't you even care about anyone else besides yourself anymore?" I practically screamed, my voice cracking under pressure. For it was not used to being strained like this. "I'm over here dying and you're left thinking about how amazing you are!" I knew that by finishing this way, I might as well have taken my large teeth and bitten into his flesh. I'd hurt him, and I knew that I left a scar on the surface of his heart. He turned to me and looked at me with what I expected to be anger, but it was sorrowful, it was hurt, and I was overcome with an overwhelming sense of remorse. "No... no..." I said in a weak and tender voice. "No.. Chancellor, I'm so sorry!" I said as my voice degraded. "Go," he said, hanging his head. And I did as I was told. I turned and I ran through the hall, left with only the empty sound of my paws slapping the floor. Hard. I'd been the only person that he felt happy around, that he could be nice to. I was the only person that he could brag to and I'd still listen. I couldn't believe what I'd done. I didn't even want to see myself. As I ran out of the palace and met my reflection in a puddle, I turned my head away. I couldn't bear to look at myself. I really was a mouse; nay - a rat. I was despicable.
When hours later I heard the door open with a creak that cried out for oil, my head snapped up hopefully. But I knew that it was too much to hope that he was coming to see me. My assumption from earlier was probably right - if anything, he was probably going to my parents to ask ask about me. After all, he didn't know
how I was 'dying' - and so I lay my head back down on my furry arms and sighed miserably. Only when I was sure that he'd left the palace would I go back inside. That was when I saw his shadow. I scurried on all fours to biggest opening at the bottom of the stable-style door. I had only one destination; the library. It was the only thing that could comfort me now that I'd turned Chancellor away. I ran with my heart racing, light pats made by my weight slamming into the floor each time that I leapt forward. The normally happy and busy hallways were empty now - no one would be awake; no one but Chancellor and I. When I reached the beloved rows of books that usually provided my largest support team, my happiest moments, I realized that even the books could not help the physical and mental pain I was enduring. Even so, I couldn't bring myself to sleep. For as I lay down my head, I tossed and turned until nearly three o'clock in the morning. I grabbed a book, the best book about brokenness that I could find, and I lay awake for the remainder of the night. Rest... I needed rest. But my body couldn't manage it. I felt broken. Never had I felt the guilt seeping into my bones and clawing at my conscience before. Not like this.
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Librarian's scream shocked me, in fact, it scared me away. I had never heard the small friend raise his voice - much less at me. I replayed his hateful words in my head. Was I conceited? Did I really not care for anyone but my self? Nonsense! I cared for my dear old father as he lay in his bed trusting me to hold out the reign. I cared for my frail mother that still insisted on doing the housework that the cook and maid should be doing considering Mother's state of health. And as much as Librarian just hurt me, I cared for him. Up until now, I'd thought that he understood me in a way that no one else did. My head dropped. I guess that I was wrong. I sped up to a trot, no longer being able to stand a brisk walk. But did I show that I cared for them? I was astonished to find myself considering that anything negative about me might hold some truth. But when I was honest with myself, when had I ever showed Librarian a bit of support? And wasn't he always my personal little cheerleader in everything that I did? He'd probably been happier that I'd received the throne than I myself had been! Hadn't he supplied sufficient comfort when I was younger and endured the awful lectures and lessons of Miss Averi and my other home-teachers? Of course he had! He'd postponed his reading schedule to socialize with me. In fact, he'd taught me more about the world than any of my other "teacher" figures had! I needed Librarian very much, but did he need me? He must not have felt like it. Did he think that he could not trust me? Why had he kept a secret from me, and what was the secret in itself? He was dying?
Of course he doesn't need me, I thought to myself. If he needed me, then I wouldn't need him. So certainly because I need him, he could live without me. The awful truth came to my mind. Librarian didn't need me. Librarian... didn't need me. I sped up my pace once more. I was headed for the little hut in which Librarian's mother and father stayed. I must learn more about this, and I had a feeling that asking Librarian wasn't going to get me any where.
When I got to their humble home, I nipped my hoof against their little door to get their attention. They came out, I discussed everything with them. Poor mother of Librarian, for she stood bewildered, crying and blowing into a handkerchief. At first they were hesitant to teach me anything, for they both had been sworn to secrecy and it took some time for me to convince them that I'd already been told by him, but not nearly enough. "We'd wanted to tell you. I had planned to come along and explain everything, but I figured that with time he'd tell you himself. I wanted to respect his privacy..." I remember his mother saying before she drifted off, once again left speechless. I could tell that hearing of the secret and carrying it had taken its toll on the family; for they were very burdened by it and were having a hard time recovering from it. When I'd heard enough, I paid my respect with a polite and quick goodbye, and I made my way out of the humble abode.
- - - ❧ αℓℓ уσυ'νє нєαя∂ αяє ℓιєѕ... σηℓу ƒяιєη∂ѕнιρ ¢αη нєαℓ; тιмє ∂σєѕ ησт мєη∂ ▂▃▅▆
When I woke up this morning, I had an awful pain in my side. I could hardly bring myself to stand, but when I made my way ever so slowly and cautiously to the mirror I could see that my eyes were pale, and I myself was a mere shadow of my former self; so much weaker, skinnier, shorter, damaged. I decided that it was finally time to give in. I needed a doctor's support and care; I needed medicine. So I painfully walked with a more urgent pace until I could make my way to the messenger's quarters. "Nova!" I shouted to the cat. He'd always carried messages for the palace and its inhabitants. The sleek black figure of Nova emerged ever so quickly that I was startled by his presence. "Nova, I'm ever so ill," I said, coughing and sputtering as I did. "Could you please get the doctor? And quickly, Nova. I feel as if I am being pulled apart, as if my stomach and heart will just jump out and leave me." Nova gave me a piteous, cautious look, but he was off before I could finish the rest of my plea. I began to walk slowly back to my bed, but there was some point on my way that my legs just gave up on me, and I collapsed in the middle of that wide hall, out cold on the frigid floor.
Some three hours later, I heard the familiar hoof steps that I'd grown so used to hearing. But even so, they were somehow different. They sounded harder, but more distant as if they were on wood or pavement instead of marble or tile. My eyes flipped open though feeling very heavy and I could scan my surroundings. Around me were walls, green walls, ever so close and pushed into me. But the ceilings were high, big enough for a... oh, a horse to fit in. On my right was a long curtain so much bigger than I. But above me were faces, those that were familiar, but with my clouded mind still ever so distant. There was my father and my mother on one level, Nova standing just heads higher than they were, the well-known doctor of the village - "Doc", and tallest and largest of all, Chancellor. A face that I wasn't yet sure that I was ready to stand again. Did he hate me? They all looked down at me with wide, concerned eyes, but in the backs of their minds they seemed to have a certain contentment or satisfaction as if they figured everything to be right. I saw Chancellor's mouth move, but it was long before I could match the scattered words to his lips. "Librarian, I'm so sorry," I heard him say, "You were right. I'm a conceited jerk. I wish I could see world the way that you do, but the only thing that I can find perfect about the world is you. You're my best friend, and I would die without you," he said, a mere sliver of himself. He seemed to be choking on something... his tears. But Doc wasn't looking at him as Chancellor talked; he was looking at me. "It's okay," I said. "I never doubted your loyalty for a minute," I whispered. It hurt to raise my voice. Finally the Doc spoke. "You can have peace at mind, Librarian. You're going home today."
Some people wonder how this story really ends.
Did he die? you're wondering. No, I'm not dead. When Doc said I was going home, he meant it quite literally. Before that night, I was back in my own bed in the windowsill right at Chancellor's side. The illness had taken its last toll on me and unexpectedly left me. I was declared clear, and now to this day I am back at home with my best bud.
~FIN~
Use [for pet]:
Chancellor;;
His beautiful appearance has wowed me and I was very pleased to have abundant muse for him, even if I'm rewriting a lot of his form due to being interrupted by Chicken Smoothie's "scheduled maintenance" the first time (which still saved my progress) and the site address change from Squiddy Smoothie to Chicken Smoothie which caused me to lose all of my progress that I was pleased with for once and look me nearly an hour to get how I liked it. Of course, this highly discouraged me, but I hoped that this form still turns out pretty well. Copying everything every time I ever post anything from now on. >u< April Fools Day to me. Not. -.- Even so, I'm still going for these beautiful to. I'd like him for a main character to buy art of & write for.
Librarian;;
Librarian was the missing puzzle piece to my muse for Chancellor. What cruel soul could even begin to say no to his adorable little face? With his eye pleasing, simple design, I know that he's the perfect companion in writing and art for little Chancellor. I'd love to own him as a character and draw him, write for him, and order art of him. ^u^
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
Chancellor;;
Likes~ Being respected, power, money, his own appearance, the sound of his voice, bubble baths, swords, curls, lying, strength, being valued and loved by others, sunshine, the color teal, being listened to, the ability to be lazy, Librarian
Dislikes~
Any negative opinions expressed towards himself, books, long capes, bugs, cats, work, losing, being denied, being ignored, listening to others talk, the color peach, his enemies, not being respected
Appearance~ Chancellor has a light tan pelt with white dapples and a white stripe down his muzzle. His tail and mane are a deep black, while his lower legs and shins are a purple and brown tinted black, starting with stripes and later losing their pattern. His mane and tail are curled and stunning, leaving him well-admired. He has a medium stature, perhaps even short for his age and breed, and deep ocean blue eyes. His lower muzzle is tinted with a light pink.
Age~ 3 years [Average lifespan is 25-30 years]
Theme Song~
Talk by ColdplayLibrarian;;
Likes~
Organization and cleanliness, words and spelling, dictionaries, books, mysteries, big words, adventures, rain storms, perfection, silence, friends, rainbows, learning, proper grammar, music, fruit, nuts and seeds, Chancellor
Dislikes~
Loud mouths, loud voices, dirt, dust, litter and litterers, alcoholic beverages, war, lack of intelligence, taboo words, improper grammar, spelling errors, discontentment, riches, chaos, being disliked, ruthlessness
Appearance~ Librarian has a grey pelt with dark grey borderings on his lower back, around his eye and nose, and trimming his upper legs. He has white lower legs and lower back and underbelly. He has light grey markings and deep red eyes. His glasses have a black frame and clear, bifocal-less lenses that are always clean and tidy. His grey bandana matches his pelt and is sometimes not seen by others. His tail, nose, ears, and feet are all a light pink.
Age~ 9 months [Average lifespan is 2-4 years]
Theme Song~
Strawberry Swing by ColdplayFriendship quotes from:
BrainyQuoteBreed and species information courtesy of:
Wikipedia
Loading symbol taken from:
Glitter GraphicsTheme song and music video links provided by:
YouTubeOpening text made on:
Cool TextMy inspiration for the overcoming illness part of the plot was
˩σʌɛℓʏ βσиɛƨ Ѳғ Ѧιиɛ. They had the idea originally for an RP plot, and I saw it and thought it'd be a great idea for their story. I have their express permission to use the idea
here, and while they said I didn't need to credit them, I felt that I should mention them because while they may not be the first person to create that idea for a plot, they were the person to inspire
me to use the idea. Thank you so much!
"A friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil; but it needs a little mulch of letters and phone calls and small, silly presents every so often - just to save it from drying out completely."
~ Pam Brown
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