Name:Derico
Kiamara of your choice: Ophelia , owned by Mordacious
Relationship with Kiamira:Derico looks upon Ophelia with the most respect and awe anyone could ever see. Derico is almost like a little worshiper. Derico tries very hard to model himself after Ophelia, and completely adores everything about her. Everything from her rounded feathers, it unusual horns, to her long tail, Derico loves Ophelia. They may be related, they may not. All Derico wants is to be just like Ophelia, even though at the corner of his mind, the nagging thought always is there :That dream is impossible. Set a new goal and forget about Ophelia.
Derico shivered, crouching underneath a thick clump of ferns. He was one of the few pups, and he usually spent his time alone, minding his own business. Derico was born deep in the forest, and his mother and father usually left him alone, but they came to visit sometimes. Derico learned the hard way, and he never forgot a single lesson. Growing up alone sharpened his wits, and hardened Derico, almost to the point where he retreated within a shell, never coming out.
One day, Derico's parents didn't come. Weeks passed, and after that months, but they never came back. Derico might have had a sister, he had seen her a couple of times out of the corner of his eye, but he wasn't sure... His parents were gone, and he was alone. It began to rain, and something big was moving through the trees...
Darico snapped out of his little trip down memory lane. Voices chattered in the distance, and the other Kiamiras milled around, talking and sharing the day's news. One voice stood out from the rest.
Ophelia! Derico scrambled over to a bush, and slithered under it. He narrowed his eyes, and scanned the group.
There! Darico slipped nearer, and began to eavesdrop on her conversation. As he listened, Darico's eyes looked into the distance, into a future that would never happen, one where he was just like Ophelia...