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Teal.

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Channel (sha-nell)

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Female

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The beads on Channel's are a reminder of her downfall. Channel's parents used to spoil her so; anything she wanted, she received, and Channel was never short in desires. She particularly liked things that glittered, like gems or jewelry. Of course, this was very expensive, and her mother and father were wary to spend their money on such frivolous things. But all Channel had to do was a throw a fit and they'd oblige. This led to Channel having a very nasty personality.

One day, after a particularly bad tantrum, Channel's parents sought advice. They hired a behavioral counselor to try nip this problem in the bud. Alas, Channel just rebelled and started to be even more of a brat than before. Desperate, her parents tried again, but to no avail. Over and over, they sought to change their daughter for the better, but nothing worked. Until one day, they came across an elderly dragon, who told them how to reform Channel. Her parents were reluctant at first, but they complied anyways. They outcast her from their village to live alone in the mountains, and she could only return when she learned self respect. The only thing they allowed her to take with her was a string of beads, the color of her eyes. They were not expensive or rare like so many other trinkets she owned, but these beads were much more symbolic, showing that the value was not important, but the meaning.

At first, Channel was convinced that her parents would regret dumping her in the middle of nowhere and return for her. For seven days she waited, but for seven days her parents did not come for her. She started going through stages. First stage: Anger. How dare they dump her in the middle of nowhere, with only a useless trinket, and expect her to survive on her own?! When they came crawling back, she would not forgive them. Stage two: Fear. What if they really weren't going to get her? What if she starved out there, or got eaten by a lion? Nobody would even know she died! Stage three: Acceptance. Okay, so what if her parent weren't going to get her? She could survive on her own. She didn't need them.

Currently, Channel lives alone, still trying to find herself. Her memories of home have faded, and the only reminder being the beads on her tail. This is the story of her beads.

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Jason Mraz- I Won't Give Up

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*u* grey bean with greenish blue eyes -falls over-

[walk.]

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[RenaiRoa]

Reserving ^^ (just in time *phew*)

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[frobischer]

u s e r n a m e ;;
hey, I'm erebor.

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Noch' Na More
["Night at sea" in Russian]

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female

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I was young and the sea was mind-numbingly cold. I was on a cargo ship from my home, Sydney, to somewhere my mummy had always told me about; a shining place called California. She said it was filled with very important people. People that mattered. She couldn't come with me to California though. She was too old and weak and told me to go on my own.

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[jarvis]

||u s e r n a m e ;;|| jarvis

||n a m e ;;|| branwen (BRAN-when) "beautiful raven"

||g e n d e r ;;|| female

||s t o r y ;;|| dark. all i can see is dark. blindly stumbling through what i can only believe are woods, i try to get my bearings. i should lie down somewhere, sleep until morning, but i haven't got time for that now. i have to keep going. i feel my way to a tree and paw around it, feeling for moss, which would be on the north side. when there is none, i feel my heart sink. there is no way i can find my way back in time. i can't win this battle. she'll never know now that i loved her. the one dressed in robes told me she'd die at exactly twenty-two-hundred hours on april fourth; which is now today. i can't cry, i won't cry. i cry. sliding down the tree trunk onto the soft ground, i cry for what can only be hours on end. and by the time i pull myself together dawn is breaking through the trees, dappling my coat with early sunlight. she would have loved to see the forest like this. i stand up, head hanging low, and walk home, now that i can see where i am. the light of the rising sun sends shafts of golden light through the mouth of the well-worn den as i pad my way inside. there she is, not far into the darkness, curled in a corner. my mother. i nudge her body tentatively, then recoil slightly. it is stiff, but not yet cold. i am too late, and though i thought my tears had been drained, more fall. the robed one was right. though i had scorned his psychic words, i had heeded them, just in case. "the one who gave you the light in your eyes shall fall at twenty-two hundred hours tomorrow, my dear. an unknown sickness takes her." i shake the memory from my mind and instead focus on a set of beads wrapped around my mother's tail. i'd never noticed them before. slowly, i slip them off of her body and examine them. beautiful, round gems the color of our eyes, fading from a deep aqua to a pale tourmaline. i turn them over in my paw before tying the string around my own tail. they feel almost natural. i manage a smile. these beads will be with me when my mother cannot. scooping up her frail and broken body, i move her out of the den and dig what could be consider a grave for her. it isn't very deep, and it ends up looking a bit like a mound, but she would have liked it. i have just finished covering her up, when the first snowflake of november falls. i look up at the sky. winter was mother's favorite season. and when spring comes, wildflowers will grow on the little hill outside my den and make what was already beautiful, radiant. (480 words)

||e x t r a ;;|| personality before & after the death

before

=curious=
i suppose curiosity killed
the cat, but i'm no cat.
although i do
investigate everything.
=happy=
i used to frolic with
my mother in the fields.
it was lovely.
=loyal=
i'll stay by the side
of my friends no matter what!
why would anyone not??
=generous=
giving is receiving!
i love giving gifts
to my friends!
it makes me so happy!
=loving=
i have so many friends
and i just love
them all so much.
=tenacious=
i never give up.
ever.
no matter what happens.

after

=sullen=
at least for a
time after her death,
i became this way...
=tired=
it's as if sleep
refuses to find me
even when i try
my best to relax.
=loving=
this one hasn't
changed. i now try
to love people
even more!
you never know when
something could happen.
=smart=
my act first,
think later motto
has vanished.
=generous=
this one hasn't
changed, either.
giving gifts
still makes
me extremely happy!

my personality changed a bit after my mother's death. but although the second column seems much darker, i'm actually adjusting well! i'm happy again for the most part, but everyone has their ups and downs. and for all those beautiful beans out there who have suffered; just know you are loved. live life to the fullest, my friends. the beads on my tail remind me to do that every day.

[Goddess Sword]

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Amaya, a Japanese name meaning night rain

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.:.Begin Anew.:.
Childhood. Innocence. The crisp, fresh beginning of a new life. The green of spring, new beginnings, and life.

.:.Touch the Sky.:.
Adolescence. Dreams. Goals and wishes you may or may not reach. The light blue of the sky.

.:.Brave Stormy Seas.:.
Adulthood. The future. Truths and ideals that show that while things may not always go well, there is always hope. The deep blue-green of the sea, violent and calm, deadly and full of life.

- - -

When I hatched, my mom gave me a bead on a string. It was a bright, beautiful green.
I was happy. Mom and Dad were happy. Big brother was... Annoyed about a new kid stealing the attention, but happy enough.

When I was thirteen, Mom and Dad fought a lot. Big brother was always off with his friends, avoiding the conflict.
Mom and Dad were overprotective of me. I didn't leave much, didn't have many friends. I sat and listened and cried from my perch in the tall oak.
That fall, I ran away, taking a light blue bead with me and hoping I could find a home.

When I was seventeen, I was feeling more lost and alone than ever. Under cloudy night skies, I sat by a stream and cried, rain washing the tears off my face.
A reflection appeared in the water, and I yelped in surprise, spitting blue flames as I jumped.
I learned to breathe fire when Brother found me that day.
He said Mom and Dad had been looking for me at first, but gave up that winter, thinking I had died in the storms. He asked if I wanted to go back.
I said no.
He took me to a place for Beans like me, Beans seeking homes or whose parents couldn't care for them. An adoption center, he said. He promised not to tell and gave me a deep blue bead, then left.

When I was nineteen, going on twenty, I found what I was looking for.
I found my home.

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[AmberSky.]

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I'm so sorry! I was going to do this over the holidays, but I didn't have time while I was away! Please, please forgive me, someone else could have had this spot </3 I'm afraid I have no time to complete my form, I am extremely sorry!