[.The Bootless Box.]

Username;; {Internal blackout}
Mako Name;; Oliver Eliot Boone
Mako gender;; Male
Why do you want to take him home/what will you do with him;;
I want to say first off that, I fell in love with him on first sight and I love his story. I would love to take him home with me but i would be happy if he has a great home. I have more reason than that i love him though that is important, I looked at him and was drawn to him. So I clicked on him and when I did all I saw was "I just want a home." and I looked at him and spoke to me, more like sang to me. He seemed helpless but so strong, stronger than I am and I find that amazing. I want to take him home and get to know him and watch as he changes from a homeless, helpless boy to whatever amazing little guy he could be. He'd be a part of my little family.

[SukarettoYanagi]

Username;; ~Willow
Mako Name;; Nautilus
Mako Nickname;; Seek
Mako gender;;Male

Why do you want to take him home/what will you do with him;;

WiP form~

[Micki.]

Username;;

Micki.

Mako Name;;

WIP.

Mako gender;;

Male

Why do you want to take him home/what will you do with him;;

WIP.

Res, res, res. This babe is perfect. ;v; <3

[.: SongBird :.]

Username;; Hi, I'm .: SongBird :. and i currently do not own any Makoatls yet! I hope to take Malheur home
Mako Name;; Malheur, meaning Misfortune in French.
Mako gender;;Male
Why do you want to take him home/what will you do with him;; I will make him my character and display him in my signature. I will enter him in role play.

[Novi]

Username;; CyrCryKun
Mako Name;; Aeolus, meaning "Keeper of the Winds" in Latin.
Mako gender;; Male
Adoptive Parents;; Maverick and Nandalia.
Why do you want to take him home/what will you do with him;;

I have no intentions of dropping out/forgetting about this form, so y'all had better watch out eue

[vetiverandclove]

┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓
xxxin order to truly grasp the
xxxstory of
xxxthis makoatl,
xxxit is recommended that you
xxx listen to this piece
xxxwhile reading this part of
xxxthe form.
xxxyour hand in mine
xxxby; explosions in the sky
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Username;; .Nightingale;
Mako Name;; Oublier (oo-blee-aye), a french infinitive that means 'to forget'.
This name was not his birth name, but it serves as sort of a mantra for him.
I have named him this because it is something that he must do.
He must forget his past and the mother that didn't want him, he must forget how words have
hurt him. He must forget and move on, he must keep pushing.
His birth name was Aceron but for a while he went nameless, attempting to forget who he was
entirely, to starve his soul and to keep him from wanting.

┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓
xxxhold fast to this
xxxwe're going in deep
xxxthe mood has changed.
xxxit is recommended that you
xxx listen to this piece
xxxwhile reading this part of
xxxthe form.
xxxso long lonesome
xxxby; explosions in the sky
┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛

Mako gender;;Male. Oublier is a male though enjoys effeminately dressing from time to time and has been mistaken for a lady when in such attire. He isn't very fashionable and will often just go with his tattered scarf.
Why do you want to take him home/what will you do with him;; I don't fall for many adopts and actually
put effort into them as extensive as this one (if ever);so this mako will clearly be loved --
I like to make nice investments with my time. There are so many things i could do with Oublier,
such as get him art and flesh him out more than I already have.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx[color=#BFBFFF]★"the world is so big and I'm hardly a speck; what could you do to make me shine?"

A runny nose greeted Oublier as he opened his eyes, cringing at the sunlight. The wind swirled about him, snatching at his tattered scarf and he pulled his tail closer to him. Just a minute more, he thought. The alley about him was in no way comfortable, the concrete walls being seemingly held apart with rotting wooden beams that scaled the wall like vines, the hard dirt packed beneath him began to cling to his coat and dampened the shining scales. Aqua eyes soon adjusted to the light and Oublier slowly jerked into motion, tail dragging along the ground, making a trail between him. Stomach rumbling and throat dry, Oublier broke into a clumsy run towards a flock of pigeons. He was too tired to be upset, he was too tired to feel much. The ground was fine to sleep on, but the cot in his mother's home was nicer. It had been too long since he remembered what his home smelled like. He was jeered from his reverie as the birds upped in flight, wings pattering and creating a ruckus.

The blaring of horns was something he was almost excited to hear -- perhaps the prince had some food to spare. Slithering through the larger makoatls that surrounded him, he felt his chest tighten. The prince would think him a ruffian when in honesty he was just a homeless child, he wanted a home and was honestly mild mannered and wouldn't eat too much if he was fed... After the initial few nights he gained shelter again. The prince's carriage approached, flanked by soldiers and he clenched his jaw, trying to yell best he could, voice a hoarse mew above the roaring of the crowd around him, being jostled aside as makoatls began cheering for the heir to their crown. He would try his best to get a private audience with the prince one way or another; he wasn't sure how but he was almost positive that he was short enough to slip through the guards and hide should he happen to get caught. Plans ticking in his head, his mind slowed as the prince locked eyes with him, a pompous smirk on his face. Oublier's empty belly tightened with anger and for a moment, that stopped the hunger that was gnawing at him. Chewing back words, Oublier turned away and began to bustle his way through the crowd, best he could given his size.

Tan scarf tatters trailing behind him as he broke into a run, Oublier stopped as he felt his heart go hollow again. First his mother had abandoned him and now his only chance of living a pious life and being a good boy though he was homeless was down the drain. Bitterness almost choked him and he shook his head, breathing in deeply. He would go to the cove and calm down, maybe go for a swim and bathe for an hour or so. He was tired of royalty and how high up they were. He wanted to forget about laws and princes and being hungry. He just wanted to leave the village. He would roam and explore the road, he would travel his sadness and fill all of the darkness and pain he had in his heart with glass jars of lights and the belief of magic. He had decided and began his journey -- he badly needed food and would steal some bread for now and attempt to survive on trial and error with the fish and berries along the way if he really needed food; a traveling mako couldn't leave any trace, so he thought.

The fish stand smelled nice, but to Oublier, the thought of some nice, golden bread was more delicious than anything. The small creature wriggled through the crowd, trying to be as sad as he could, for if he got caught, he could perhaps tug on the vendor's heart strings to lessen the punishment. Slipping behind a large burly mako, Oublier grabbed a small loaf with his mouth and began to run off, stumbling over his feet and dropping the bread, unable to stop a yelp of surprise as his chin scraped the ground. Getting to his feet as swiftly as possible, he found his head diving right back into the ground, propelled by a large paw swiping downwards.

"And may I ask if you know the laws of my kingdom?" a slick voice boomed and Oublier had to bite his lip from saying much of anything, tail lashing and scoring deep marks in the solid earth beneath him, aqua eyes fixated downward at a beetle that scuttled away. Oh how he wished he could do the very same. Slowly, he raised his eyes to meet the green ones of the prince and swallowed, parched tongue like tree bark in the back of his throat.

"How are you so content with starving people in your kingdom? Is it because you have a bed at night or is it because you have food?Perhaps it's deeper than that, perhaps it's because up in your cozy castle, there is no need for compassion." Oublier murmured, baring his small teeth for a moment before shaking his head and sighing in distaste. "My apologies, my prince; I do know the laws of your kingdom and I am begging for your forgiveness though I sincerely hope that you understand that I cannot leave this bread now -- it cannot be sold, so it is only fitting that I, a homeless child, have it; it would do nice things for your image as well considering the scandal I heard about the other day -- homeless people often congregate around here." he murmured with a shrug. Manipulation and blackmail were two things that he had to use on a bi-weekly basis depending on if there were places to sleep or not -- he got lucky with that alleyway back there. As the prince stood, about to order his guards to seize the small mako, Oublier took his chance. He grabbed a piece of bread and began to run, fighting the dismay that threatened to slow him down.

He had just committed treason against the crown -- what would his mother think?

It didn't matter anymore, the guards were closing in on him until Oublier hooked a sharp right and dove into the dark woods; the noon sun immediately disappeared and fog threatened to smother Oublier, almost as if it intended to drown him. Slowing down as he didn't hear the shouts of the guards anymore, he swallowed and paused, wolfing down the piece of bread he had gotten and lapping from a puddle, making a face at the grit that slathered his tongue and back teeth; the very sensation made him nauseous. Fighting not to throw up his hard earned meal, for who knew when he was going to get another one, Oublier walked down the barren path that was cold beneath his feet. The dirt didn't feel like the trodden dirt of the kingdom, it felt like wild dirt -- it gripped at his feet and threatened to sink in at every step; much like a bog. Ash flitted throughthe air and Oublier lifted his nose to the sky, that's right - a fire was here a couple weeks ago. Oublier wondered if things would be too ruined, too hot for him to survive off of; he hadn't forgotten the fire that his mother had made after many nights alone out on his own, after all, so that must mean that the warmth of fire would never fade, right?

After what must have been a couple miles of walking, Oublier felt his stomach begin to rumble and he couldn't find any berries, so he stayed on the path, hoping to fill up on water or find wildlife -- so far nothing looked edible and no wildlife had appeared besides bugs and there was no way Oublier would stoop to eating bugs, homeless or not. He soon spotted a place where the ash was lighter and a pile of bones reigned the largest thing in the area; it looked as if a mighty beast had been incinerated during the blaze. Clambering up the pile of bones, Oublier sat, aqua eyes narrowed as he puffed out his chest, attempting to look intimidating. Oublier had always been one for metaphors and all he could see was the potential for the pile of bones to be his metaphor -- he would step on whoever he needed to in order to stay out of the kingdom's clutches and it didn't matter if he never grew up; he would be a small conqueror.

Oublier's lips curled into a slight smile.

"All hail the true king. Forget all before me and remember none after, for I am the one and only king."

Personality;; Brash;; to every one that approaches his pile of bones, Oublier is anything but friendly at first. He might come off as snarky and combative, but Oublier is just trying to be intimidating despite his small stature. In order to coach a mako into a fight and with any way he can, picking on another's appearance or the way they walk; anything he can say to get them agitated and if they don't leave. It doesn't matter if they are male or female, he'll gladly try to insult them into submission. He will be prickly or sickly sweet though he really just wants to stay away from civilization or anything having to do with kingdoms or other makos.

flighty;; though he is brash to newcomers, Oublier would rather try to outrun any conflict or confrontation they bring, using his small stature to wriggle into ashy remains or hide away until the threat was over. He would also be considered really jumpy when he hides from any rustling in his surroundings that is unknown in origin; he is extremely wary of the guard coming here though he is sure that most of them have died -- he isn't too sure how time passes in this ashy spot of the forest; it seems stiller, almost nonexistent. Oublier may appear hostile and ferocious, but in all honesty, he'd rather run from a fight with a larger mako -- now with another eps, he'd have a field day.

Witty;; being resourceful in the land of ashes is vital. Oublier has to walk long distances to hunt so when he does, he tries his hardest to collect small wild game and hoard it somewhere near his throne -- besides, eating dirt only reminds him that he'll return to it one day. Oublier is also adept at manipulating many he meets and has made others even admit to something they had nothing to do with -- such is possible with the power of persuasion. Oublier has also studied how to make traps but he says that those are cruel to the animals he hopes to eat -- he refuses to snare his prey for this reason; after all, he may be homeless and ruler to none, but he isn't a barbarian.

anarchic;; Oublier doesn't believe in government, nor in the politics in general. All he knows is that he should be king of some land and rule over something because it will bring him power in the end. Oublier believes that government and money is the root of all evil -- then again, he did manage to bring a prince down a couple notches with a slip of his tongue and send the kingdom he previously fled from into chaos. He doesn't have a problem with makos that respect government and wont say anything bad about the topic to anyone near him, but he does have his own opinions about it -- he believes it to be useless unless it is under his rule.

friendly;; this is a trait that few get to know about Oublier, however, if you're persistent, you'll definitely see that he is friendly and that his intentions are (sometimes) well. He doesn't intentionally bring harm to people, but he will most definitely use others as a step ladder if there is something that he wants to reach. Oublier has no interest in money but will take it just to have it -- after all, though money is the root of all evil, it is power, isn't it? Oublier wants power.

nervous;; when he is around other makos, Oublier gets nervous - especially when he has food; he believes that they'll take it and that he'll be left hungry again. Oublier becomes rude and sometimes even belligerent should he get nervous as a defense mechanism though if he sees that you aren't a threat to him and have no interest in power, he will try to calm down to maintain a regal appearance.

vain;; appearance is everything to Oublier; he keeps himself well groomed (as well as he can in the ash coated part of the woods)and well versed in ways of travel or ways in speaking. Because of this, Oublier is multi-langual but he only knows a few phrases from a few languages. He attempts to be well educated but with the amount of books, he doesn't know how to use a computer or anything "modern" though he knows how to tell time by the suns position (estimate anyway seeing as the trees are often in this short tyke's way). Oublier attempts to keep his face and emotions calm as if he doesn't miss his mother and as if he doesn't miss the kingdom which in all honesty, he doesn't miss either or -- he hates both of them with a burning passion. However, if society calls for him to be in a group of makos and act as a friend, Oublier will attempt to do that despite his initial antisocial personality. If he ever sees a need to go into town, he says that he is a prince from a far away land and totes his crown where ever he goes. He has gained a variety of rare and silken threads this way that he never really wears.

sober;; rarely finding humor in anything or really understanding the jokes, Oublier will commonly miss things such as puns or lame attempts at humor though he does smile at morbid sayings and such -- he has a rather macabre taste if you couldn't tell by his crown. He hates mother jokes or any jokes containing family and doesn't understand typical familial customs nor traditions. Despite this, Oublier attempts to be funny though since he is so socially awkward when it comes to 'playing nice', his jokes are often duds or insults to other makos though it is unclear whether he means malice or not - nor does he ever say.

[will be developed further should i win him]

"I am the false prince, the one that never was."

Likes;;
blackmail
knowledge (especially things he can use against makos)
power
company (as much as he would hate to admit it)
his scorched throne
his crown
jewelry and other riches
being referred to as prince or by other regal titles
being called Oublier or a variant of that -- also enjoys new nicknames
nature
being kind to animals (though with other makos, its a struggle)
rain
thunderstorms
dreamcatchers
bones (depends on the bones)
art (tapestries especially)
effeminately dressing
being mistaken as a girl

dislikes;;
greed (irony)
selfishness
many kingdoms
being called boy
being reminded that he was homeless
being reminded that he is an orphaned mako
mother jokes
anyone speaking of their mother in a fond tone

all art by me (ADropOfFantasy @dA).
do not use without permission.

[yuketsu]

Username;;
Mako Name;;
Mako gender;;Male (Don't change.)
Why do you want to take him home/what will you do with him;;

[FoxerOwl]

username;;

FoxerOwl

mako name;;

Radina looks expectantly at the young mako quivering behind her, but he says nothing. She looks up at you and simply says, "His name is Verloren. It means "lost" in Dutch, chosen by myself. I feel as if the word "lost" has many meanings... like this little dude." She grinned and gently pushed Verloren in front of her.
The quivering male quietly whispers, "But please... call me Ren...only Radon gets to call me Loren...!" He quickly adds, as if he's worried you might call him by that name.
"And only you get to call me Radon, you little squirt." Radina ruffles his hair playfully and scoops him up, spinning around in a circle. The first smile on the child's face appears right before your eyes.

mako gender;;

Radina nods towards Ren. "He is male... even though he acts a little girly sometimes." She giggled and Verloren blushes bright red.

why do I want to take him home;;

--Radina has been the one to find this Makoatl, and this story is written in her point of view--

I quietly slipped down the streets. I was heading to Washington D.C., to assassinate one of the presidents... a dirty and very tricky job. I could not stop, or else I would be late and possibly be killed by my contractors. I was only in Kentucky at the moment, but I moved quickly and I could get there in four days if I moved quickly without stopping for long periods of time.

My strides were long. I ran and ran. I had to keep going. I had been running for three hours and only now had I begun to breathe heavily. I stopped to take a long drink of my water, and while I was doing so, I heard whimpers. I stopped and my eyes shot open. I capped my water and nearly flung myself into the bushes. 'What do I do? Should I keep running? Should I look around? No.. don't look around, it could be a trap... they could know of my mission!' I shook my head. No, not time for my frantic self, I don't have time to rethink my plan a million times over. I stuck to one plan: look around. Even though I was an assassin, I still had a heart for things that could not defend themselves. I crept out of the bushes and nearly tripped over something. I went into the street and huffed, turning around. But what met my eyes broke my heart in two and crumbled the halves into millions of pieces.

A child, no older than 8, was staring right at me, whimpering, tears running down his cheeks. I gasped. His hair was ruffled, he was awfully dirty, and he looked upset. He was alone. I hurt for him.

"M-miss, do you h-have any fo-food?" He stuttered, trying to hold in his tears. I realized he was trying to be a gentleman. I blinked, trying to hold back tears myself and walked up to him. He flinched, like I was going to hit him. I whispered soothing noises and held out my arms.

"I'm not going to hurt you." I smiled. "Come here." He gingerly came into my reach and I pulled him into a hug. My motherly qualities were taking over. I grabbed some bread and cheese from my bad and held some out to him, and he wolfed it down. I smiled and did not completely forget my mission, but realized there would be other times to assasinate a president. This little guy needed to be taken care of.

"Do you want to come home with me?" I whispered, and his eyes shone with a new kind of hope and love. He nearly squeeled, "Yes!" And I scooped him up. He found the motion strange at first, but willingly accepted it and wrapped his arms around my neck. I grinned and wiped his tears away. He rest his head on my chest and suddenly, little snores were heard from the dirty bundle. I smiled and turned around, walking on the road. I was heading back to California. He was lost, and now I was lost with him. Lost. I would keep him with me, if he wanted that. I would name him Verloren. I would brush his hair, give him a bath, play games. Teach him to be a kid who knows how to fight and stand up for himself. He would be my little Verloren. Whoever abandoned him certainly wasn't a real parent. I would show him what real love was like. I smiled. Lost. Suddenly, I realized: I couldn't be lost if I was with him.

five-word personality;;

Ren is: [this would be AFTER he is fed, taken care of, and loved by Radina and Radina only]

Gentlemanly :: Quiet :: Assassin :: Happy :: Fake

-He was raised as a gentleman before he was abandoned
-Ren was naturally quiet. He is practically considered mute.
-Verloren is an assassin, now paired up with Radina. He helps her by spying, fitting into small and tight spaces, and generally being a companion on her journeys. He loves the job!
-He is always happy, but only shows it when with Radina in a calm atmosphere.
-When in public, his whole personality is a complete fake. His story is that he goes to school, goes home and spends time with his "mom" Radina, and has a good life. But generally, he likes his real life better. He doesn't mind lying; if it means he gets to keep working with Radina, he's up for the challenge!

[Rabbitheart]

Lorcán Einarsson

The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and... bad things. The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things or make them unimportant.

Username;; Rabbitheart
Mako Name;; Lorcán Einarsson
Name Meaning;; Lorcán means "little fierce one", derived from Irish Gaelic lorcc "fierce" combined with a diminutive suffix. Einar is from the Old Norse name Einarr, derived from the elements ein "one, alone" and arr "warrior". This name shares the same roots as einherjar, the word for the slain warriors in Valhalla. Einarsson means son of Einar.
Why this name;; I chose the name because I thought it was very fitting considering his background. Since he has a sort of scruffy looking appearance like he's been fighting to survive and he is/was alone.
Nicknames;; Lorcán goes by a few nicknames and pet names, all of which will be given to him by my Mako. These will include, but are not limited to:
-Champ
-Bucko
-Buckaroo
-Buddy
-Bud
-Cuddle Monster
-Bro
-Sunny
-Sunshine
-Clever Boy

Mako gender;;Male (Don't change.)

Amy: Then I grew up.
The Doctor: Oh, god. You never want to do that.

Keep him EPS or not?;; Yes, I'm keeping him EPS. :3

Playlist of Songs he likes that empower him or fit him:
-Indian Outlaw by Tim McGraw
-If You're Going Through Hell (Before the Devil Even Knows) by Rodney Atkins
-God Help the Outcasts from The Hunchback of Notre Dame
-Enjoy It by Hayley Mills and Maurice Chevalier from In Search of the Castaways
-Little Wonders by Rob Thomas (from Meet the Robinsons)
-Why Should I Worry? from Oliver & Company
-This is Home by Switchfoot
-Recover by Eli Young Band
-Faith To Fall Back On by Hunter Hayes
-Not Going Down by Jo Dee Messina
-Hello World by Lady Antebellum
-Skeletons by Eli Young Band
-Eyes Open by Taylor Swift
-Temporary Home by Carrie Underwood
-Change by Taylor Swift
-Cool Kids by Echosmith
-Shake It Off by Taylor Swift
-A Place In This World by Taylor Swift
-The Outside by Taylor Swift

Favorite TV Shows & Movies
-Doctor Who
-Pokemon
-Gravity Falls
-The Great Mouse Detective
-Oliver & Company
-Harry Potter
-Frozen
-Tangled

Crying silently. I mean children cry because they want attention. 'Cause they're hurt or afraid. When they cry silently it's 'cause they just can't stop.

Why do you want to take him home/what will you do with him;;
Realistic answer:
I'm a sucker for unwanted pets/characters/etc. and so is my only Mako, Tigerlily. For me, when I see something that is unwanted and in need of a home, you can pretty much bet that I'll be the one to whisk them away and make them feel better. This is probably why if one of my friends is going to exalt a dragon on FR that I like, I feel the need to save it, same with characters...it's probably why I have so many characters that I love. 0_0
Another reason is because his background story was so inspiring and I just love it, I want to continue his story and expand upon it. Also, he's such a cutie pie and I want to do a ton of art of him and get a ton of art of him.
I look forward to writing more to him because I'd love to come up with what school is like for him because of his condition, the relationship he'd have with my mako and adoptive big sister/mother figure.

Alternative answer:
Tigerlily looked at me, gave me those big, wet, sad eyes and begged me to.
"Can we keep him? Please? I've always wanted a little brother and he's perfect! Please, oh please can I have him?"
My heart already melted by his condition and story, the tears on his face, the tears on her face, and her pleading made the decision for me. Of course I'd take him in, give him a forever home, love him, and give him a happier life as well as an adoptive big sister to love him.
How could I possibly say no?

But there was no need to be ashamed of tears, for tears bore witness that a man had the greatest of courage, the courage to suffer.

Story
Hugging the little tyke close, I cry with him. I hear him mumble and apology for crying and I pull away from him to look him square in the face.
"Do not apologize for crying," I tell him, "crying is important, you should never feel ashamed to show your emotions. You've had a hard life so far and you deserve to cry."
"What about you? Do you deserve to cry?"
"Everyone does, but I cry with you because I feel for you and because seeing a young child cry reminds me of myself when I was a kid,"
"Why?"
Did I really want to open up that flood gate? Looking down at him, I knew I would.
"I cried for at least a full on hour on my seventh birthday thirteen years ago, I cried until my throat hurt, my chest hurt, and I couldn't make a sound. I cried my heart out, alone. With no one to comfort me or tell me that things were going to be okay, tell me that it wasn't as bad as it seemed. I suppose that in truth, no one could have,"
"Why?"
"Because it was as bad as it seemed. At the time, I didn't think that it would become something major, something that would make the history books, something that would haunt me every year on my birthday. Something that was observed with sad slideshows, videos, and so on. I know pain and I know the pain of rejection in all it's forms."
"How did you get to handle it so well?"
"I don't even know if I'm handling it, but I'm certainly learning from it. As Viktor Frankl said in his book Man's Search For Meaning, which I had to read for school, despair is suffering without meaning and suffering can lead to growth," I smile at him, "I know that someday, you will turn your suffering into an achievement and grow from it."

[Twisted_Swallow]

Tears fill the skies
As the dusk rains blue
Eyes filled with fear
As dreams come true

Username;;
Twisted_Swallow

Fireflies sing their praises
As destiny sets its pace
And I find myself staring
Into an angelic face

Mako Name;;
Jasiri Moyo
(Ya-Siri) (Moi Yo)
Swahili for Brave heart
His nickname is Jay or Jace

Might change to Wyatt meaning little warrior

Darkness surrounded me with a sense of peace as I walked the street. Small street lamps would fill the sky with light and sparkling dust particles every few feet, making the night seem magical in away. As always, I found myself walking to clear my mind, though today it seemed different. Like I wasn't just walking for walking’s sake but like I was actually heading somewhere. I let my mind roam free, waging wars with my heart, making pros and cons lists, trying to find the meaning not only in the world but also in my life. I turned a corner, slowly debating my future and what I wanted out of life, when someone suddenly bumped into me. I was ready with an apology when I looked down and every thought and word left me.

Softly the small voice broke through my shock. He was calling out to me. Slowly I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts and instantly stopped when I saw the fear that filled the little ones eyes. "S-Sorry to disturb you" he says quietly, his voice shaking and his eyes turned towards the ground "D-Do you know where I could get something to eat?" he questions, the desperation clear in his tiny little voice. He was skinny and tattered and it broke my heart. "Where are your parents?" I asked with a soft voice trying to keep the worry from my face. I didn't think it was possible, he already looked so broken, but his face fell and his eyes left mine again, I didn't even realize they ever met mine and I felt sorry for the little boy. "My mami didn't want me...she said she didn't want to take care of a baby who would never grow up." he says, his voice barely a whisper and I could feel the worry turn into anger, then into regret and then into something precious, something I didn't feel often, compassion. Tears started to roll down his face and his eyes met mine, desperation and hopelessness edged into them "I just want a home." he says.

I couldn't help myself anymore; I scooped him up and pressed him into my chest, my tears joining his. "shh" I whispered softly, brushing through his hair with my fingers. "Ill give you some food, and a-a home" I said my voice breaking at the fear of rejection but as he looked up to me I saw a smile spread over his little muzzle, his eyes lit up and the tears started streaming faster. "Re-really" he asked with a childlike happiness that warmed my heart. "Yes" I reapplied and brushed the tears from his eyes. "Now little one, what is your name?" I added softly as love and awe filled me. He hugged me quickly and I felt my heart swell "thank you, thank you" he said almost unable to contain the emotion I couldn't quite place, and then thought for a while, "well… I have no name…" He said the sadness threatening to cause the sadness to his face again and I quickly jumped in. "How about we call you Jasiri, Jasiri Moyo, it means brave heart." He smiled and nodded happily holding onto me for dear life. "Well then Jace, I'm Kay, should we go home now?” He nodded again and i put him down, slowly we walked home and neither of us could stop smiling. I found my purpose, and adorable one and he found a home.

"I don't have a home" he whispered
"And my tummy is grumbling too"
Softly I smiled and picked him up
"Don’t worry ill take care of you"

Personality;;

Valiant
“Defeat is for the valiant. Only they will know the honor of losing and the joy of winning"
― Paulo Coelho, Manuscript Found in Accra

Altruistic
“To be doing good deeds is man’s most glorious task.”
― Sophocles

Winsome
“Hold fast to dreams,
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird,
That cannot fly.”
― Langston Hughes

Diffident
“Shy, what is it?
I say it is intrigued by pride
And hesitated by
A feeling of being unworthy.”
― ferrrer joey palomar fesico

Heedful
“Being smart was key; being careful was critical.
Being lucky didn’t hurt.”
― Kate Brady, One Scream Away

Likes:
*Music
*His scarf
*Stars
*Night time
*Small places
*Food

Dislikes:
*Crowds
*Loud noises
*Being alone
*Hunger
*Bright light
*Complete silence

Theme songs
Astronaut - Simple plan
Here's to never growing up - Avril Lavigne
Don't forget where you belong - One Direction



Mako gender;;
Male

A smile lit up his frightened eyes
And my world flipped upside down
I’d take him home and love him
Never to see him frown

Why do you want to take him home/what will you do with him;;

"So you'll be a baby forever?" I asked as we got home, his eyes wide as he took in the space around him, but fear soon made him ridged as my words reached him and he looked down nodding his head slowly. I looked at him for a view seconds and then smiled, tilting my head to the side "Well that’s good" I said with a smile in my voice, and he looked up quizzically, I bent down to face him and then whispered "because ill be a grownup forever" he smiled and it soon turned into a laugh, warming my heart. "He threw his little paws around me and smiled "I love you mo… Kay" his face filled with blush and I set him down leading him into the kitchen. It’s only been about 30 minutes and he loved me, and he was being sincere… I couldn't quite get my head around that and started building him a sandwich while putting some leftovers into the microwave for later.

When they were done eating Jace looked up at me and smiled a sad smile that made my heart sink. "Why did you bring me home?" he asked softly, looking down. The question shocked me and I felt a tiny bit frustrated but I knew I had to give him time to heal, so I gave him an honest answer. "Well… seeing you like that, it broke my heart and I knew that the only way to piece it back together was to fix your too. I’ve always wanted to do something, to give a piece of myself to make the world better and today I realized that that was unlikely. I knew that my need to help was because I felt lonely, I’ve been alone for a long time and it was good for me but now I finally have more than enough love to share". I sighed softly and looked at the table, my voice barely a whisper. "I saw you and I knew I could give you all the love you needed, I wanted to give you that and more and I realized that even though I might not be able to change the world I might be able to change the life of one little boy. I also knew that you would fill the hole I've had in my heart of so long and that you would love in a way that would scare the loneliness away forever". I smiled sadly as a lone tear found its way over my cheek. Shock filled me as I felt a little paw on my cheek wiping away the tear, and i knew that this was meant to be.

He smiled at me and then laid a little kiss on my forehead making me feel like the luckiest person in this world. He was mine and i would love him, even if he would always be a baby, he was perfect to me and i couldn't ever have asked for more.

I made a promise that night
To never break his heart
Then he smiled softly and whispered
"And we won't ever be apart"

Jasiri's point of view

I looked up at the doctor as he pressed the cold, shiny thingy, that connected with the buds in his ears, against my chest. It was a shock at first but I couldn't flinch, I needed to be a good boy and good boys didn't act like babies. I could see the frustration edged in her face, mommy's I mean, though she didn't like me calling her that, as she waited for the doctor to tell her whats wrong. I was wasting her time again, she had better things to do than watch a baby and it made me feel sad. Often id sneak out of the house, after she slammed the door and locked herself in her room, to go to the park. I'd see other mommies holding their babies, pushing them into the sky on that thing (I thought i'd heard someone call it a swing one) I wasn't aloud to try and they'd look so happy. She wasn't like that… she was happy until she saw my face.

The doctor removed the thing from my chest and his voice broke through my thoughts. "Well, his quite healthy, got a strong heart and some good lungs" he said and then clasped his hands together and took in a deep breath, that was never a good sighn. "Theboywon'tevergrowup" he then added suddenly, the words leaving his mouth so quick i could barely keep up. I looked at mommy to repeat it or to say something; anything but she just gave a stiff nod and walked out of the building. I ran after her quickly barely able to keep up as she walked home, she didn't even check if i was there but I'm pretty sure she could hear me shuffling and panting a few steps behind her.

As we reached home and walked inside when she spun around suddenly, glaring at me and almost causing me to walk in to her. "S-sorry" i stammered trying to regain my balance and the froze in the doorframe as I met her eyes. Ive seen mommy angry, I've seen her angry lots of times but never like this, she looked ready to kill me. "Out" she spat, her voice contained so much venom that I flinched and her eyes darkened even more. I couldn't move, I couldn't even breathe as confusion and fear swallowed me. I turned around to see if anyone was there, but no one stood behind me and it was I she was talking to. "M- mom." She cut me off with a growl and yelled "I told you not to call me that! I want you out now!" she yelled again and tears sprang to my eyes. "I-I don't understand…" i said softly, my voice barely audible looking up at her pleadingly. "I never wanted a baby" she said "I never wanted a BABY and now you won't ever grow up!" she shouted again and i flinched at every word.

It wasn't the first time she said she didn't want me, in fact I heard it quite often but she had never threatened to chase me away and now she was telling me to leave. I didn't know what to do and looked back into her eyes trying to find compassion or a hint that I could change her mind but there was nothing. "Please please" I begged, my heart breaking a little more with every second as i stood on the edge of homelessness. "Leave" she shouted and her voice was cold and threatening so I tried to move past her to grab my things. "No!" she growled "leave it" she added and threw a dusty rag that kept the cold from seeping in between the floor and the door towards me. "There, now leave, I never want to see your ugly face again she shouted and i turned and ran away. The last words i herd was "useless child, can't even grow up" and then her voice and the world disappeared as tears stung my face and I ran as far and a fast as possible.

I finally stopped when I felt my body hit the ground, it was dark and cold and i was happy that I was hidden in the little ally. It was cozy, well at least I told myself it was as i dragged myself into a box filled with newspapers and twisted the filthy rag around my neck. I wanted to get up and run again, run until my lungs stopped working, but i wasn't a coward, and I was too tired to get up. I stared up at the sky and felt wetness in my eyes as the stars winked down on me. I couldn't give up, I needed to go on, but my spirit was broken and my light dull. I slowly drifted to sleep as determination set and found myself dreaming of beautiful places devoid of sorrow. I woke up as I heard an excited yell from the street and I blinked a couple of times. Suddenly it felt like the world was crashing down as I remembered where I was and why i was here. I also remembered that I couldn't give up, that I wouldn't and pulled myself from the save haven the box created. I was going to walk out of the ally and find a way… somehow.

The streets where busy and though i rested really well my body still struggled to go on. I was so hungry I could barely breath, mom only fed me at night and since I was chased away during the afternoon i haven't had anything to eat in more than 24 hours. I scavenged along the sidewalks, trying to find anything that might lessen the hunger and then as my hope would die, the darkness and the stars that filled it would surround me and give me reason. When day three of discarded bread crusts and rotten fruit came along I could barely keep my eyes open, but the stars kept me going and finally i decided that i might need some help. I begged and pleaded at every person that walked by, but most just pulled there loved ones closer and picked up their pace. I'd given up and was headed to my box when i accidentally walked in to someone. I scurried out of the way, afraid that they might kick me or yell at me, but as i looked up and our eyes met I saw something i have never seen before. Stars, her eyes where filled with stars.

Those stars gave me hope and i decided to take a chance, "S-Sorry to disturb you" I said struggling to louden my voice from a whisper, and looked to the ground, afraid. "D-Do you know where I could get something to eat?" I tried again and my heart fell as she stood there soundless. "Where are your parents?" she asked and panic slowly filled me again. Unable to look at her i studied the ground again. "My mami didn't want me...she said she didn't want to take care of a baby who would never grow up." I answered still afraid to look up, and all at once, the sadness and hollowness, that the stars kept at bay, came back at me with full force. "I just want a home." I said, and it felt more like a cry for salvation than a statement.

She scooped me into her arms and that closeness and warmth was a shock to my system. I've never been held like that, id never felt that sort of love… She spoke to me softly as the tears fell and I listened to her soft voice, letting it sooth the fear and hurt inside of me. I answered where she expected me to with a voice so small, even I struggled hearing it. She named me Jasiri and then held me tight until she decided i was strong enough to stand. Slowly we walked home and everything felt right, i decided i would try my best to be better and to make her happy.
I also didn't expect a happy ever after because I knew as long as I had her, as long as I had a mommy, I didn't need forever...



Box 1(field): It’s in my dreams where I found hope
Box 2(haze): in waking where I fell apart
Box 3-4(lamp lit streets): under streetlights where I felt strong
Box 5(starry sky): and in the stars where I found my heart
Box 6(wishing): Every wish I wished, I wished would come true
Box 7(profile): and then finally a star led me to you…

Heres the poem as one whole piece instead of all fragmented

Tears fill the skies
As the dusk rains blue
Eyes filled with fear
As dreams come true

Fireflies sing their praises
As destiny sets its pace
And I find myself staring
Into an angelic face

"I don't have a home" he whispered
"And my tummy is grumbling too"
Softly I smiled and picked him up
"Don’t worry ill take care of you"

A smile lit up his frightened eyes
And my world flipped upside down
I’d take him home and love him
Never to see him frown

I made a promise that night
To never break his heart
Then he smiled softly and whispered
"And we won't ever be apart"

Credits

Quotes to respective owners
Art to Rexodus
Story to me
Poetry to me
Story board thingy to me