[FoxerOwl]

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His name is Pingviini,
which means "penguin" in Finnish. It is
pronounced exactly as it looks, ping-vin-ee.
However, this bean thinks it's a bit of a
girlish name and calls himself Vinnie.

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Vinnie is a male, although he
may act otherwise because he can be a bit
bratty at times. After a while, he makes it
clear to you that he is a male, though.

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Vinnie has more of a rebel personality, but his true traits shine through as you get to know him. He hides his feelings behind a series of troublesome acts, giving him a bad reputation. His parents would tell him to stop and contain his rough behavior if they were still alive, but he rebelled as he thought no one understood him, considering his parents were gone. Of course, this was at a young age, around 8, too young for a kid to aim to be troublesome, but Vinnie is indeed intelligent for his age (10 years old). He excels in school, getting A's in all of his classes and knowing much about the world. He is ashamed by his school reputation so tries to get in trouble, like putting tacks on the teacher's chair, but a different kid if always blamed and Vinnie gets good grades and reputations. Outside of school, however, everyone sees him as a small, troublesome kid. He likes being blamed as he doesn't care, and it feels good to keep his feelings hidden from everyone else.

Once you get to know Vinnie, however, his attitude starts to change. He becomes a bit more awkward, a bit more ready to let his feelings out at a steady rate, and... just different. Completely different if you're a friend. Inside, he's truly insecure and you find that out as soon as Vinnie considers you a pal. Sometimes his rebel side returns to shadow his true personality if you make him mad, though!

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[The mom and dad in this story are made up; fictional; as well as the two attackers and the man entering at the end]

Vinnie squirmed and opened his eyes for the first time. The little slits of his dark orange eyes found his parents. He squirmed again and giggled, his paw reaching up to try and reach his father's face. He was only a couple hours old, but he was maturing quickly. Upon seeing his eyes open, his mother cooed at him and got teary-eyed, looking at her mate in love.
"See that, Lepakko? His eyes are deep orange, like your's." She leaned over and gave him a kiss.
This only made Vinnie squirm more, but he changed his position so he was reaching for his mother. His parents giggled, and Vinnie giggled back. The father nodded, staring into Vinnie's eyes while saying, "Yes, but look at his tail!" At this, the male teased the end of Vinnie's tail, and upon instinct the baby jerked it back, but he knew it was all fun and games. "It's exactly like your's." Vinnie's father said.
The parents kept fussing and cooing over their first baby boy. They didn't know it would be their last.

After a while, his mother leaned forward, studying Vinnie's features. "For some reason," she started, looking up at her mate, "he reminds me of a penguin."
The father took this into consideration, studying the look of the boy as well. "Yes, but we can't name him Penguin. I think we should name him what "penguin" is in Finnish."
The woman nodded thoughtfully and replied, "That would be Pingviini." Being Finnish herself, the mother knew this by heart.
"Pingviini," the dragon beside her said, "it has a nice ring to it. And... Vinnie... for short?"
Vinnie listened to them the whole time, but he didn't like 'Pingviini' much at all!
However, his mother gave his father a light peck on the cheek and said, "Yes, I'd like that." They embraced so that Vinnie could see his mother's face, but he did not expect what happened next. He thought his life was daffodils and magic and love, but not right now it wasn't.

His mother's face contorted in pain, and he looked down to see red liquid dripping from her stomach. Her arm's loosened and she fell to the floor, dead. A pool of blood surrounded her figure in seconds. Vinnie's father jumped up, shocked. But he didn't let the shock drive him to do what he did next -- he let the pain decide for him.

The attacker had dropped the bloody knife when he saw the large male dragon tower over him. Vinnie's father, in rage and pain, grabbed the knife and stuck it right through the attacker's chest, through his heart. He fell down with the knife still in him, and Vinnie was already crying and screaming. He was only a couple of hours old, and this was a terrible sight to see for a newborn. His father instantly snatched him from his crib -- or whatever he was in -- and cradled him, trying to calm him down. However, his father didn't see the woman jump down from the ceiling and creep up behind him, but Vinnie did. He started to scream louder, but it was too late. The woman dressed in black impaled him with a sword, just missing Vinnie's rear right paw. Pingviini's father fell to the cold stone ground, clutching his only son to his chest. He died next to his mate, holding on to Vinnie tightly.

Vinnie had stopped crying, and he watched the woman walk over and bend down to grab the boy, but before she did her head popped up. She and Vinnie heard something around the corner and the black-clad woman stood up and booked it out of the cave. Vinnie's vision started to go blurry, and the last thing he saw was a tall jelly bean dragon walking up to the bloody scene, looking straight into Vinnie's orange eyes.

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My first extra is a personal interview with Vinnie.
["text" = interviewer]
["text" = Vinnie]

"So, Pingviini, how are you today? Are you ready for this interview? It's a bit personal."
"My name is Vinnie. And hurry up, I don't care about this. Somebody forced me here..."

"Oh, okay. So Vinnie, tell us, what are your parent's names?"
"Oh yeah, real personal. One of my parent's friends told me my dad's name was Lepakko, and my mom's was Lauren."

"Interesting. Do you know anything about them?"
"Um, no. Why would I? They were killed when I was a baby."

"But, Vinnie, you know that man that found you after the woman ran away?"
"Yeah, I -- I mean, no! What the heck are you talking about, crazy man?!"

"Aha, Vinnie. You have a faint memory about them. Care to tell us about it?"
"But I --, ... Um, no... not really... that was a dark time for just a pup..."

"Vinnie, it's okay. Isn't it better to let it out than keep it all bottled up? Besides, it would help us catch those jerks that killed your parents."
"DON'T SAY THAT! ... I mean, please don't talk so bluntly about my parents. All I know is that my mom was stabbed by a man in black, my father killed him, and then when he tried to calm me down a woman jumped down from the ceiling and stabbed him. That's all I remember."

"... I'm sure you remember one more key piece of information?"
"Ugh... then a male dragon walked up and took me to his home, I think. But I blacked out between those points..."

"Why do you think the dragon took you?"
"Oh my gosh. So I wouldn't starve? So I wouldn't die? So bugs didn't crawl over me and eat my flesh? He wanted to save me from DYING, duh! I'm done with this stupid interview."

"Well, that concludes Pingviini's interview! Stay tuned for Johnny Depp, with an interview about 'Pirates of the Caribbean!'"
"Whoa, what?! I love Johnny Depp! I gotta get home and watch that!"

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My second extra is a collage, of everything Vinnie likes! Hope you like it c;
p.s. I had to use online images instead of making it by hand, as I can't draw well and I had no magazines/newspaper/etc to cut from!

p.s.s. In case you don't understand what's on here, Vinnie likes bats, fortune cookies (the one shown says "when one door closes, another opens"), Fanta and Coke sodas MIXED, quills, jack-o-lanterns, the color pale brown, pumpkin seeds or anything pumpkin, candy corns or just candy in general, snow, honey, writing, stars, lions, glass bottles (he collects them!), and the video game Final Fantasy (all of them) or just video games in general!

[griffin111]

Username: Griffmon
Name: Cleo
Gender: Female
Personality:
'The world from my perspective':
Extra 1:
Extra 2:

[Tramone]

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Username:
Tramone
Name:
Elijah
Gender:
Male
Personality:
-timid
-hostile
-nosy (in a secret-spy way eue)
(expand on later)
'Look into my eyes..."
Extra 1:
Art
Interview:

Key:
Interviewer color: •
Elijah color: •

How old are you, Elijah?

I'm approximately seven years old.

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What would you say was the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you?

Hmm... I'd have to say... When I was about five, I had to go into a grocery store to grab something while my mother was in another part of the store, and I was standing there for a little while. I then started running around, crying, looking for her. People looked and watched as I ran about, tears spouting from my eyes. A little later, I heard "Elijah Smeulders, come to the checkout." It felt very awkward, but I was also very relieved.

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Who do you li-

HEY! I don't like girls! One word: COOTIES! C-O-O-T-I-E-S!
But there is this one girl... <3

Still working on this. X3

[PurpleKakashi]

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| Username: I am, PurpleKakashi.

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| Name: My name is Cula...

| Cula. you know as in Dracula.

| Gender: I am mａｌｅ. ♂
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As most things are, Cula, is hard to explain in a matter of words. Because his actions speak so much louder than words every could. However it is his born curiousness that molds him the most, Cula is brave in his curiousness and likes to figure things out alone. This makes him seem more than a little mysterious to others and his extreme amount of confidence makes his actions look very bold and off puttering to others. As he acts on his own usually as well, he is a quite thinking, sharp and quick witted from his learning from past mistakes. His actions though often equal harsh reactions, because the main thing he is curious about is other peoples secrets. Others have labeled him as mischievous and nosy.

The negative views of him bring him down -confident or not- and have done so since he was even younger. Because even at am even younger age he felt the need to know everything he could about someone. Too often his father told him more than a young Bean could handle, or should know. It caused Cula problems with other Beans, young and old, as he didn't know to keep the secrets to himself. He learned the hard way to tell no one anything, but there is hope... He is always hopeful.

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My father loved me. I swear he did, it was never said though... That secret, I'm sure, he just kept hid.

Cold, dark, numb, and lonely; This is how my life began, and my mothers ended. Alone in a cave,safe from the rain but not the cold my father found and saved me,although its clear I wasn't the one he was searching for.
From the time I was born I have been been bold, curious... Going where no other Bean would willy go and learning more than I truly should, it was only natural for me to ask about my mother. It was only natural to be curious.... I still am, I was too young to know about the love of his life and how she was stolen away i was too young to look into his eyes and see the blame that was there. But i was brave and i was hopeful... I decided to do all I could to make him proud, to erase the shame and disappointment that I could see whenever he looked at me.

I never let the knowledge scare me from learning more,from looking past the lies and uncovering the truth,
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• Sorry? by me
• Blink by me
• Gift Lines by valsefer

[AmberSky.]

Username: AmberSky.
Name: Possibly Foley or Akar, but doing more research.
Gender: Male.
Personality:
Story/Memory/Background/'The world from my perspective': Note to self: Joe (has personal meaning and will be revealed later)
Extra 1: Art
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[Venatici]

Dropping out, one of my friends is entering and I'm helping them. <3

[merry!]

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☂MerrySandwich

☂Spoon Erril. Nicknamed Spoony-E

☂Male

☂Even as a baby when one was asked what kind of bean Spoon was you would get a vague reply like "Oh, he's a good kid." Though what they meant was "I don't really know.". All his life Spoon never really showed his true colors, it almost seemed he had none, but if you really know him like I do you can see through his foggy mask to see his bright soul. People say the eyes are a window to the soul in this case they really are. Spoony-E is a warm hearted child like the colour of his brown eyes, but he is also a little shy, and a little grumpy, but you can't really blame him for this because if not for this he would be pretty perfect. Spoon enjoys poetry, dark poetry, painting, and drawing, and a number of other interesting (or not so interesting) things. Spoony dislikes rain, puddles, cold, and an assortment of other things that come with rain, and is absolutely petrified of frogs.

☂The Earth is a multicolored marble turning in a sea of void and stars.
On this spinning marble there is a continent called North America.
On this continent there is me.
I am small.
Small, and useless.
I don’t really count.
One small child
in a sea of stars.
I suppose I can make a small difference.
Just a small one.
maybe.
a difference
in a
vast
sea
of
stars.

☂I'm sure everyone who is trying out for him wants him very badly. I think everyone here probably wants him equally, but I want him still very much, how much I do not think I can really say with words. I would give all the pets in my account to call him my own of course this is hypothetical because this would be a form of bribery. I think I can say I have found a bean that has a simple design for me to draw and a personality I feel I can roleplay well. I know I say this for almost all the beans I try out for but I really mean it this time it's really true. I have found the perfect bean for me. In mere words this explaination will sound stupid and meaningless. If you have never felt this before you will not understand but I will do my best to explain. It is like there is a hole in my heart, wait, no that sounds too typical but really there are no other words. Like a hunger that cannot be ceased even by writing, no that sounds just plain scary. Like something lingering in the back of my mind. Always there. Always waiting. Something that makes me cry, and makes me despair, but I still love it. I think that is what it is this "love" but I find it hard to wrap my mind around. Love for sonething that may not even exist and probably does'nt. Yes, I love my charecters but not in the way I love this bean. My charecters are allready part of me, this bean is a part of me, but still very much not a part of me. Five hundred charecters is still so little to describe what I want to say I cannot count thm though because I have nothing that does that, so I guess this is goodbye for now. I hoped you liked my forum even though it cannot even compere with some of the other forums, and I hope you at least consider me… Please… Goodbye…

☂Up there▲ it is a drawing of him sitting on a swing in case my awful art doesn't look the way it should. My brother asked me why he was in chains DX.

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[Goosecheese]

Username:
.firefly.


Gender:
Female

Personality:
:Strong-Willed:
A deep hatred of man wells within me. They ruined OUR land! not they're own, but OURS! I cry when i think about they're disgusting faces and they're "loving families", its all a bunch of lies.

:Alone:
Alone, is a word i see in my dreams, a word written in my mind with a hard pen almost engraving it into my soul. I haven't seen a living thing that can actually talk back to me in years. My mother left me in this cottage, its HER fault i dont have friends other than the sun and the water, other than the many ferns growing around here. I get so lonely i name my plant's, i give them lives far more interesting then mine, its funny how one can envy a plant.

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The past pieces of my life's puzzle have been grim, making you think that i am some sad pathetic loner. well, I'm not. I am actually happy here, happy with the memories me and my plants share. When i get into something i believe in it tends to bring out my darker side, but truth be told that is a small place.

:Word-full:
I truly have my way with words (in my opinion), I may be just a young bean but my vocabulary is much more professional then i would assume most older beans are, although I've only met my mother and still i was just a baby.

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Hey, is it wrong for a girl to take pride in her appearance? I happen to think i am adorable! And sometimes i think about if only a young boy bean would come by, he would surely fall head over heals for me.

Background:
"My mother was a writer. She was famous, one of the most famous writers in the world, and im the only one who knows what happened to her, i am her daughter. Most think she disappeared and the crazy ones think a demon took her but the truth is i WAS her death i AM her death."

The city got to much for her after she figured out she was going to have a child (me). She got her quill and feather pen, left the office, and moved to a small cottage i the middle of the woods. Being so far from any modern medicine and having no husband to help her, giving birth was a struggle. She barley survived. After my birth she became weak, she hurt and would just stair out the window for hours. One day when i was the age of 3 and could barley talk she fell ill in bed and died the next day. I never understood what had happened, i just looked at her, waiting for her to wake up, but she never did. I left her room how it was when she died, it stayed that was until i was 5. As you can imagine the sad smell was too much and i had used all of my scented candles, so i buried her. Now she resides underneath my swing on the oak tree in the back. Sometimes i sit on that swing and pretend her spirit is pushing me, back and forth, two and through.

Every day of my life:

"Luckily my mother left a cupboard full of ink before she passed, writing and drawing is my hobby. I drew a picture of me.


A Cottage on a Hill Top;
by me; Firefly

Alone you sit
the breeze flows by
You're tiles click-ity clack

You're still alone as you sit there
a melancholy little thing
the occasional blue bird flies by
you want to reach out and touch it
but freedom of that sort is not for you

A rusty swing screeches by
made of tin cans and rubble
the ropes are worn from a child once there
but now gone

Gone.
you're alone
i pitty you as you sit
still
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[abel.]

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　　Pleased to meet you, my name is HarryPotter<3 However, I typically
　　like to go by Harry. I know it's a tad bit strange, being a girl and
　　wishing to be called Harry, but honestly, I don't mind.

Name:
　　Kanan. Pronounced Cane-nan. The name comes from Hindu origins,
　　meaning forest or garden. The name was once popular in the early
　　1900's through out Europe, but since then the name has died out.

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　　He is male. Not only do I find this bean to be masculine in appearance,
　　I also own two female beans right now. As much as I love my girls, I
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This bean is not one to be explained simply. Kanan is complex and requires deep analysis if you wish to know him 100%. And since this is a rare opportunity to go in depth with him, we'll take it. First thing that needs to be understood: Kanan is not bright, happy, and loud. He is not sunshine and rainbows, he is not cookie cutter, and has seen heart ache in his life that has molded him into who he is today. So with that said, lets dive in with his first and most prominent personality trait.

Kanan is beyond reserved. He is quite and hardly speaks unless spoken too. He is almost afraid to speak to others out of fear that he'll cause something bad to happen to them. But he's only silent around large crowds or groups of others, when he's alone, he speaks to the birds, trees, grass, anything that is willing to listen. But when it comes to other Bean's, Kanan just shuts down because of his history. He could lay in the tall grass of the field for hours upon hours and sing to the wind. But he is mute when in the presence of other. Saying that he is shy is an understatement. But there is more than being reserved to him, Kanan is also massively patient. He is so calm and collected in nearly situation. Frustration does not come easy to him, he is logical and often thinks through problems with ease. He is hardly ever is bothered my anything or anyone, besides himself. Kanan is not one to let himself off the hook for things he's messed up, especially in the past. He is one to blame himself quite harshly. This might be because of his selflessness. He always feels as if he could do more for others, in some shape form or fashion to try and help them. His willingness to give up things for loved ones is remarkable. At the drop of a hat he would give up things for others, all that matters in life is that those who are in it are as happy as can be. His happiness does not matter, everyone else's happiness comes before him, and that is really something I admire about Kanan. His selflessness is over the moon, but the hate he has for himself is disheartening. But we'll learn more about that later. So at the end of it all, if we were to put his personality into a few words, it'd be:

selfless - introverted - observant - patient - intelligent - adaptive - loathsome - wary

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➳ Kanan sings, all the time. If he isn't talking to the birds or the tree's,
he's singing along to his playlist. Softly and slowly, he often sings himself
to sleep. It's something that's always comforted to him in times of need.

➳ He spends a majority of time outside, day dreaming. His small
cottage is located in the center of a grove, next to a large open field.
There he lays dreaming. He sometimes tells the birds his dreams, but
more often they're kept secret.

➳ He is obsessed with the sound of rain. It is so peaceful to him, and
always seem to put his fears at rest, even if it only till the storm ends.
He cherishes it. The pitter patter against the rain occupies the
silence and replaces it with a hum.

➳ On cold nights he makes a nest of pillows and blankets next to
the fire place and fall asleep with the warm flames. These nights he
doesn't have nightmares. Instead he's engulfed in warmth in peace,
pleading to stay like that forever.

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Loud noises.
Spicy food.
Goats.
Large bodies of water.
Ignorance.
Concrete.
Soar throats.
Sour candy.
Being cold and wet.
Silence.
Tuesdays.
Closed-mindedness.
Video games.
Pickles.
Hiccups.
Gross humor.
Obnoxious people.

L I K E S.
The sound of rain.
Birds.
The smell of grass.
Grapes.
Warm fires.
Consistency.
Soft voices.
Singing.
Bread sticks.
Creaks.
The piano.
Sleeping in on Sundays.
Orange Soda.
Laying in strange positions.
Smooth pebbles.
Warm blankets.
Sun rise's.

　Ｉ ＷＯＮ'Ｔ ＧＩＶＥ ＵＰ ＯＮ ＵＳ．

"I was born on a cold Tuesday morning in the month of February on the eighth day, of the eighth hour on the eighth minute, 11 years ago. Ophelia and Cassius were caring parents, protective, and active. I could have sworn I spent the first year of my life in my mother's pouch or in Aida's arms. She adored me, my sister. I don't ever remember a time before...never mind. I didn't have the most normal of childhoods. On December 10th, when I was ten months old, I came down with Scarlet Fever. Mamma found me one morning stiff, with a burning fever. After two weeks in the ICU the fever had cleared but the doctors told her I had lost all hearing in my left ear, and that my balance and coordination would be effected due to the damage in my inner ear. I never really noticed it since I don't remember a time in which I could hear in that ear. A couple years later we moved out of the city and into a small cottage in a grove on the outskirts of a small village. Aida enjoyed it more, I could tell. Her smile was wider and laugh was lighter. She enjoyed the freedom, and I just simply followed.

Because we didn't live near others, Aida was my best friend. It sounds kinda sad saying that your 16 year old sister is your best friend, but she was. She always stood on the right side of me to make sure I could hear every word she said. She taught me how to play the piano, and sing. On summer nights we would lay in the open field behind the house listen to the mockingbirds sing. Aida once told me under a particular starry sky on a warm August night "There will be a time when we are light years apart Kanan, and I will trace you in the stars, wishing for home. 'Cause as the sky grows darker, you will always shine bright and space is a cold place to be alone."

We spent the spring in the woods beyond the field. There, a small stream grew wide into a river and the trees are full of life. Mamma used to make cinnamon bread on rainy March mornings as Papa used to read us. The rain pounded against the windows as the crackle of the fire kept us warm. Aida built me blanket nests in front of the fire place, the hum of the storm would lull me to sleep as she watched over me, up on the couch. Last year, on February 8th, Aida and Papa promised me a tree house for my birthday. It was still too cold to build it, but I spent the whole month drawing out what my fort would look like. It would be perched upon the branches on one of the tall oak trees where the leaves are bright and life in in swing. When I could sing with the mocking jays and read with Aida on warm summer afternoons.

But I never got my tree house.”

ＦＯＲ　ＳＵＣＨ　Ａ　ＹＯＵＮＧ　ＳＯＵＬ， Ｉ　ＧＲＥＷ　ＳＯ　ＯＬＤ．

Chapter One

T H E　 D E P A R T E D

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"Think this tree will do?" Aida asked, circling the tall oak. "Yes!" Kanan barked, leaning his forepaws against the tree, gazing up at the bright green branches against the grey cloudy sky. Aida had grown to be quite the young lady. And Kanan’s balance and muscle problems didn't stop him from being a rambunctious young boy, and only made him cling to Aida harder. And as his birthday present, Aida and Cassius had agreed to build him a tree house that over looked the now over flowing river. In the midst of early March the rain was a constant, so playing on the ground wasn't always fun with the abundance of mud, and Kanan has been dying for a tree house. So this was the year. Aida took him out after lunch on a cloudy afternoon when the rain had halted to pick out the perfect tree, and the choice was obvious, a wide oak with stable branches would make a safe place to build the tree house. "All right then, tomorrow dad and I will go out and get the lumber and start construction." she said, mentally building a floor plan for Kanan as the rain began to fall again. "The rain is starting to some down, why don't we plan out what we'll decorate it with?” she said, walking back towards the river. The swift moving stream sloshed against the bank, against their paws. Before they had been able to step across on the stones, but those were three feet down, under mud and rain water. But Aida had found an old fallen tree weeks ago when the water levels were low, and dragged it across to the other side, making them a bridge. It was small, but it never failed them. "Come on then." she said, offering her tail. With Kanan’s balancing problems, she had him bite onto her tail just for safe measure as she lead the way. He was always gentle, but as the water washed over the tree and onto their feet, Kanan grew weary, biting down harder. "Ow Kane, not so-" and that's when her heart sunk. It all happened so quickly, a tear of teeth against her tail, a scream, and a wave of water.

"KANAN!". The blood curdling scream echoed off the trees as she dove in after him. She watched as his head was engulfed under water, only to surface again with the scream of her name. But the river was filled with broken limbs and moving too fast. Aida dove under, eyes frantically searching the murky water for him. He choked down water in a scream for help, desperate to surface. "AIDA!" he coughed just as her teeth clamped down on the back of his neck, and with the flick of her head, he was flung to the rocky shore. He heard the far off yells from their parents as they rushed to find them as he ran down the river, losing sight of her. And for the first time he felt his heart in his throat and tears burn his cheeks. Aida washed up on the bank, limp and scratched. "No..." he murmurer, running towards her. "NO!" he screamed, skidding to her side, plopping his ear down to her heart.

ｗｈｅｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｔｅａｒｓ　ｃｏｍｅ　ｓｔｒｅａｍｉｎ　ｄｏｗｎ　ｙｏｕｒ　ｆａｃｅ

The beating was faint and slow, and he couldn't hear her breath over the pounding in his ears. "Please no." he choked out, blinking the tears out of his eyes, pushing down on her chest, willing her to breath. "Come on Aida." he said angrily, pressing his ear against the faint beat of her heart again. From behind him he could hear the shrill cries of his mother and the pounding footsteps of his father.

ｗｈｅｎ　ｙｏｕ　ｌｏｏｓｅ　ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ　ｙｏｕ　ｃａｎ'ｔ　ｒｅｐｌａｃｅ

But she was gone. The autopsy concluded the cause of death was drowning. But Kanan held the girl he came to know as his world. Cold, wet, and gone. Those green eye's cracked his dadies heart and the darling freckles never lit up his mother's face again. They sat in the rain, clutching onto her until the paramedics arrived, prying the girl from Kanan's grip. His body wracked with sobs as the screams echoed through his ears like a broken record.

ｗｈｅｎ　ｙｏｕ　ｌｏｖｅ　ｓｏｍｅｏｎｅ　ｂｕｔ　ｉｔ　ｇｏｅｓ　ｔｏ　ｗａｓｔｅ

Kanan couldn't make it through the funeral, and within a month his mother fell into a crippling depression. They buried her next to the tall oak he picked out and planted daffodils around her head stone. Cassius grew cold, reserved, and angry. And Kanan simply stopped talking. That December Ophelia had passed away; they say she simply lost the will to live. She was buried next to her baby girl. He can’t stand being in the house, memories of Aida dancing and laughing drove him to crippling nightmares. And Cassius gave up. He survived, but stopped living, and hasn't spoken to Kanan since the accident. Still now, he traces her face in the stars, wondering if she’s cold and lonely like she told him he would be.

Chapter Two

T H E 　A F T E R M A T H

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The nightmares still come hard, as he screams into the night, body rigid with fear. "She's gone, you can't save her" he often tells him self over and over again to stop the sobs. There's no point in crying anymore. On Christmas when we visited her grave, a small sparrow lied on the path up to her head stone. She was frigid and dying, Kanan named her Aida, and brought her home. The thankful sparrow is still with him today. Ophelia came later, and on her own. The owl was found on a snowy January morning, tucked against the window shutters. He took her in too. But now, nearly a year after Aida passed away, Kanan gets up every day and continues on. He knows Aida wouldn't have wanted him to be like this, so he's gradually getting better. He sings again, and smiles sometimes. He bakes and listens and remembers ever fond memory of her.

At night he clutches the small bell and ribbon she wore and remembers her smile and the way she could turn a phrase. Kanan often chuckles to himself, remembering the story of how Aida was furious when she found out she was going to be a big sister, but melted when he was born. He misses the way he could weave between her legs, or how she couldn't pronounce her R's. He misses Aida. But he hears her in the morning song of the birds, and the soothing hum of rain against the window, and is thankful for the tiny stream next to his house that can no longer hurt anyone he loves. At times he lays in bed, running his paw over the faded Polaroid of Aida holding him up like Simba in The Lion King, and speaks blindly into the room, as if Aida's spirit could hear him. Of course she could. She was Aida, and she could do anything. And he would end their conversation with a tender smile and a heart felt I love you to put his mind at ease. Still now he send's letters into space, hoping some mail man will find them, place the stack of them in her hand and say "There is a boy who still writes you, he doesn't know how not too."

ａｎｄ　 ｉ　 ｗｉｌｌ　 ｔｒｙ 　ｔｏ 　ｆｉｘ　 ｙｏｕ

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Hello, paper here! I'm a non-owner just like many other members of the JBD community, and I'm hoping to get a fuzzball of my own soon!

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Kuhe
Don't ask me why, it was just the first thing that came to mind when I looked at this little guy. It means cow in German, and is pronounced Koo.

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I couldn't picture him any other way, I'm sorry to the people who think that this bean is a girl, but I don't think like you.

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