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[Tammanae]

Pet's ID Tag:

24

Name You'd Choose for It:

Pyrite

Gender:

Male

Reason You Want It:

I have never really had a reptilian character that wasn't a dinosaur or a dragon, so to be honest, I have been shy about getting this guy for a while now. I remember seeing him when he was first created, and all I thought was how cool he looked, like the king of the reptiles, attitude included. I have been doing some research on Gila Monsters though, so I think I am somewhat ready for the challenge of caring for him.

History/Background/Other:

Species

Gila Monster

Sub Species

Banded Gila Monster

Size

2 feet long

Likes

Thunderstorms
Warm nights
Eggs

Dislikes

Feeding time if there are no eggs around
Wet and cold mud left after rain
Losing a wrestling match against a male

Personality

Arrogant, tenacious... and lazy. Pyrite is not the type of lizard that likes to move around much, his excuse usually being that he only eats 5 times a year, so he needs to keep that energy up for more pressing matters than getting to the top of the rock for a better view of the area. Besides, everyone knows who he is and his dominance over others, so why bother? There is one time of the year however when this golden scaled lizard enjoys a bout of movement, and that is breeding time. Nothing like beating up another male to the ground with the excuse of showing off for a pretty girl.

History

Born to a small clutch of only two males, Pyrite began his rather violent behavior as a newborn, beating his brother to death shortly after they were born in an attempt of showing dominance and not knowing when to stop. Like most Gilas, he lives his life leisurely on the rocky desert he was born in. Not much can be said of his way of life, as like most Gilas, he tends to simply survive. Eating when he must, sleeping when tired, and enjoying the sound of thunder when it comes around. Unlike other Gilas however, he has quite the reputation, inspiring fear even out of mating season.

As not much tends to happen around their area, news spread fast, and of course, he has always been known as the Gila who knew death since he was born. The stories tend to range from normal wrestling matches that he has won, to birds that he has killed before they could take to the sky, to him ripping the wings off an eagle and using them to fly. Some of these stories are of course very exaggerated, but the banded Gila does not mind in the slightest. The fear that encompasses his presence tends to mean that he will be secure, that his dominance is well stated, and that he gets most of the ladies during mating season.

Story

Killer, false prodigy, reckless, shameful. These and many more things are what I used to know. I was branded as a monster in my world from the moment I was born. If only they knew what had happened. I am sure things would have ended up different. But how was I to know? I had just hatched after all...

Eyes blinking at the bright light that was none other than the desert sun in all it's dazzling glory, the small Gila monster looked around. Large and bright bands encompassed his rather thin body as he shook the sand from his bulging scales. Instinct told him he was hungry, and as he looked back, he saw a larger hatchling behind him. An unusual clutch, only he and the larger one had been born. "What are you doing?" the small one asked, his tongue flicking as he noticed the unusual head movements of his brother.

"Tastes like food!" the larger one answered simply, looking up a cactus that was nearby. His brother flicked his tongue again in the direction of the cactus, and sure enough, his buds tingled with the taste of bird in the air. His head turned sharply to the large one once more as he heard the large reptile speak once more. "So how are we supposed to get up there?" The question was asked without a hint of sarcasm, making the smaller reptile raise an eyebrow, or rather it would have, had he any.

"Climbing, of course," he answered in a matter-of-fact voice, already heading towards the cactus.

An obvious look of disgust spread through the large one's face as he looked up again, his tongue flicking towards the scent with hunger. "Alright then," he stated, and proceeded to following his companion.

As the sand shuffled behind him, the slimmer one looked back, and his eyes narrowed dangerously as he shuffled around, blocking the other's path. "I never said we would get to climb. There is probably only enough food up there for one of us. You go elsewhere and look," he stated cruelly.

"But I found the nest first!" he complained, shocked by how greedy this smaller Gila was behaving. Sure he was hungry as well, but he would be more than willing to share his first meal with his only clutch mate. His eyes narrowed, however, as the other started shaking his head.

"You may have found the nest first, but I am much faster. By the time you get there, I will be done with my meal, and you will have just wasted your energy climbing. Just turn back and go get your food some other place where you won't disturb me."

"Try and stop me!" came the menacing growl from the newborn, anger clear in his voice.

Obviously... a fight broke out. I don't think it's common, for a Gila to kill another for food. I think it's even less usual for the one who did the killing to be spotted by a neighboring Gila. Apparently, killing was forbidden, a taboo of sorts. Well... nobody told me! I just wanted to feed.

Needless to say, I got the lecture of my life, and with that lecture, came the rumors. That one Gila who had witnessed me pinning the other to the ground and placing my jaws around his neck, crushing the life out of him after a while of suffocation, quickly spread the story throughout the desert. I didn't know that would kill him to be honest. I just stopped my grip when he stopped moving. Sadly, the adult would hear nothing of it.

From that one mistake in my childhood came the name I was known for. We are not raised by our mothers, nor named by them, but named by others, who will name you according to your actions. Pyrite... or fool's gold. That was the name I was given, the way I was deemed by others, as despite the promise I showed, it was but an illusion that would eventually be erased by the blowing wind, much like the swirls left after a battle in the desert sands.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

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[Tidot]

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[Sapphirescript]

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[Gabri]

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[BPeppers]

Pet's ID Tag:96
Name You'd Choose for It: Koto
Gender: Male
Reason You Want It: He's beautiful. To tell you the truth, I've been looking at this guy for ages now, I'm not quite sure how I passed him up. He looks just like the type to fit into my story, all strong and courageous and awesome! Please, just give me a chance to give him a new home. ^^
History/Background/Other:

~Tiqua~

(In the gods’ pure white kingdom…

"Thank you."
I smiled, as happily as I could manage, and took the roses from Soulare. He was just one of the many male wolf Gods that wanted me to choose them as a mate. As a king. At least, that was what most of them wanted. Power.
Soulare was a handsome orange, creamish colored male, and he was nice. There was potential in him. But I wouldn’t choose him. I didn’t know if I’d ever choose someone. There was too much to handle, too much to decide at once. It had been the fourth rose that day, yet none, as far as I knew, actually loved me.
“You’re very welcome, my Queen Tsi Qsui.” He smiled softly, and I, not wanting to hurt his feelings, licked his cheek, and watched as he blushed, nodded kindly, and shuffled uncomfortably away. I sighed, in annoyance, mostly at myself.
“My Queen!”
I sighed in relief as I heard my second’s voice. She was my second in command, and probably my best friend. It was always easier with her around. “What is it, Amala?” I asked curiously. At this point she did look out of breath, which probably meant it was important. “Is it bad?”
“Well, I’m not sure,” Amala admitted. “It very well might be, if things turn out badly.”
“What is it, Amala?” I asked, more stern. She might be my best friend, but I was still Queen.
She sighed, though it did not offend me. “It’s Dumoku. He, umm, he would like to see you to eat prey with him, in order to discuss business with you.”
I rolled my eyes in both stress and annoyance. Dumoku! So that’s what she’d been so run down about. Well, I would be too, except that I’d probably be more stressed than her about it. I knew that because I was more stressed than her about it. He was my problem, not hers. She was just worried for me. “What if I turn down?” I asked, sort of nodding the problem off.
“He insists, Queen Tsi Qsui,” Amala said. “He said he wouldn’t leave until you meet with him. Alone.”
I growled, both in amusement at him, barely, and hatred at him. But I was a compassionate Queen, so I accepted, but in resentment. “Where is he?”
Amala licked my shoulder, feeling bad for me. “He’s in the gold cave.”
I gave her a sad smile. “Thank you, Amala,” I said. “And don’t worry, I won’t give in. to him.”


~Koto~

(In a dirty ‘ol alleyway in New York City…

Crash!

“Shut up, clumsy! The apartment users might hear you!”
I stuck my head out of the dumpster, where I was looking for food, to see my friend. I shook the banana peel off of my ruffled head in disgust. “I’d like to see you get in here and try to dig out some food,” I shot back.
Demi rolled his eyes. “You know I can’t do that,” he said, turning his back to me. “I’m keeping watch.”
I snorted. “Great job doing that.” Then I turned and lunged back into the dumpster. The lid slammed against the top of it above me.
“Koto!” I heard Demi growl. I shook my head. He had guarded last time. I was usually really tight with Demi, but recently with starving and all, I was getting a little tense and was loosing my temper with him.
Interrupting my thoughts, my nose hit something. Turkey! Yum. It was almost a full one, too. My head hit the top of the dumpster, causing it to swing open.
“Will you shut up!” Demi yelled at me. “Stop banging your head on that stupid dumpster, you stupid-”
“Will you shut up, already?” I interrupted him. “Look. I found turkey.” I grabbed the bone of it in my jaws, and swung it out of the garbage. Like I’d thought, Demi totally forgot he was mad at me and lunged for the turkey.
“Wow, great day, huh, Koto?” Demi mumbled, his mouth full.
“Yep,” I breathed, not even bothering with the turkey, or him. “This is stupid. We’re acting like dogs and digging through the garbage.” I growled. “I can’t believe we have to live like this.”
Demi swallowed, and then stared straight into my eyes. “You know we have to. We have to disguise ourselves as dogs, or they’ll kill us. You know that.”
I sighed, and looked away. “You’re right,” I whispered. “I know.”


~Tiqua~

I silently padded into the gold cave where he lay. He twitched his tail, and grinned slyly. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. The “business” he wanted to discuss I highly doubted was for the gods’ priority, but I dipped my head in respect anyway. “Dumoku,” I said, trying my best to keep the annoyance out of my voice, but it slightly quavered, setting the wrong tone. I was not in any way below him, or scared that I was, like I sounded, but he was forced to believe otherwise. “What business would you like to discuss with me?”
He stood and chuckled. He had a very deep voice, which made it all the more uncomfortable to stand in the same room as him. “My desert flower, why speak of this so soon?” He was rounding my back now, pacing the cave. “We can eat first.”
I plopped, both gracefully and stubbornly to the ground and curled my tail over my paws. “What did you want to speak with me about?”
He sat in front of me, only the prey’s body between us. “Just take a bite,” he insisted. “What could happen?”
I sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to leave me alone until I ate some, so I leaned down and took a bite. It was delicious. “Mmm,” I murmured, letting just how good the food was slip from my lips.
“Good, isn’t it?” he grinned.
Defeated, I nodded.
He stood, and continued to pace. “I am the best hunter of the gods and goddesses, you know,” he said, though in a tone that made it seem like he wasn’t boasting. I could see past that tone. “I could be good to you, my lady. I could feed you well. I’m a good singer too. I could even hum you to sleep.”
“Dumoku, we’ve been over this,” I stated boldly. “I don’t want all this from you.”
“Then whom do you want it from?” he shot back.
My ears flattened. “From someone who actually loves me, and doesn’t lust for power.”
“What does it matter if I love you?” he asked, tone slipping from his control. “I could be a good father, and I could be a great leader for us all!” Now he just sounded whiny. It disgusted me.
“A good father would love their pup’s mother,” I argued. “I know you’ll never love me.”
Surprisingly enough, his tone caught control again. “Think of what we could do together, think of what could be accomplished,” he said, reasoning.
“You mean what you could accomplish,” I corrected.
“I would do you right. Have you even thought about the possibilities? Have you even considered them?”
“I have thought about them!” I yelled, breaking. Dumoku’s ears were pressed flat against his head. “I have thought of them,” I continued in a softer tone. “I just don’t want to believe them.”
This could’ve made my decision. It didn’t. Because there was no mortal or goddess that didn’t want Dumoku as a mate. Except me.
He was smirking at me. Smirking at his Queen. “I am more, better than you,” he whispered. “Are you sure your people will follow you over me?”
I jerked backward, barely catching myself from swinging at him. “You?” I spat, though oddly I spat gracefully. “How could you even think that even one person would follow you? You’re a bully! A cheater! A fake! And you’re a liar! Anyone can do better than a run down mutt who has no business as a god. And I have no interest in becoming your mate, and if you ask me again, I’ll have you outcast. You’ll be outside the gates, and be thrown into a prison realm of limbo, which you will deserve if you keep acting like this. Do not ever forget that I am Queen Tsi Qsui, Queen of the gods and goddesses, and that includes you, ignorant fool,” I finished.
I turned and stormed out of the gold cave, never looking back.


~Amala~

I watched it carefully.
Nothing.
I sighed, and muttered, “Yeah, I guess this really was just for Tiqua.”
I was staring at an orb, apparently, my Queen had this custom-made by one of the gods’, but there were so many, I occasionally forgot which did what. I didn’t even know there was a god that made orbs until now. I should’ve, but because we no longer had jewels up here in our realm, I guessed that Tiqua got hers free.
I had just gone to pick it up by the silver fountain. It was always beautiful there, because instead of water flowing out of the howling wolf statue’s mouth that lay on top, it was gold. I guess the god that made it really didn’t want to be seen though, so he’d only left it lying there with a note.

Give to Queen Tsi Qsui
AKA Tiqua
I’m not in range of friends to
Know her true name
But remember our deal
If you’re her right now
No Questions
No Answers
Good day
~The Deal Maker~

I’d been confused by it at first, but then again it was none of my business, so that was that. I’d wanted to ask my Queen about it, though she probably would not answer in the appropriate way, (by telling the truth) but she had her own issues and I was there to guard her in order to take care of them. I guess it could make sense not to tell me.
I turned my head, and saw her padding up to me. She looked like a humble storm, if at all possible. I was jealous of her, for the most part. No matter what she was doing, even if it were killing another wolf, it would look graceful and beautiful. “How did it go?” I asked curiously, not sure if I wanted to know the answer.
She gave me the ‘look.’ “I was ashamed at last, but I held my ground,” she stated. “I am immune to him.”
“How immune?” I asked seriously. “You can’t go on like this. At first you seem immune, and then he makes you feel guilty for saying no to him, then he says the wrong thing and you blow up.”
She glared at me for a moment, and sighed. “You know me too well.”
I chuckled. “I’m afraid I do, my Queen.”
She smiled at me, and then nodded down at the package and the orb lying beside it. “What is that?” she asked, already knowing the answer.
“That’s your package from The Deal Maker.” I stared at her, but she continued staring at it. “It’s the orb,” I continued.
She looked at me, wide-eyed, and I sighed and wrapped the orb up. I picked up the fabric in my jaws. She grinned. “Let’s go try it out.”


~Dumoku~

I glared after my Queen until her tail tip was out of sight. “Wrong answer.” I chuckled. It was only a matter of time before I figured out her weakness. Yes, I would use it against her. If only I knew what it was.
I sighed, and padded deeper into the gold cave. It turned darker and darker as I walked, as some might say anyone walked. I was terrifying, dirty, to the few that knew me, anyways. To most of the females, I was a gorgeous god that they adored and wanted to spend their life with. It’s not like I didn’t know they daydreamed about our pups. I knew I was handsome. But that didn’t seem to affect Queen Tsi Qsui. For very long, anyway.
What I wanted to know, even possibly more bad than her weakness, was her name. Only close friends knew that. Everyone knew her by Queen Tsi Qsui, but she had a true name like everyone else. Like I. My title was Dsu Lotti. Everyone knew me by Dumoku, though. And Amala; her title was Asa Mual, but everyone knew her by Amala. Only Queen Tsi Qsui wouldn’t tell anyone her true name, except wolves like Amala and maybe a few other friends. I wasn’t told, and I knew I didn’t have a right to be told. But even when she was a small pup, her true name wouldn’t slip her mouth, not to a soul. Everyone just called her Tsi Qsui.
I’d been jealous of her, and her secret ideas. At the age of two, I’d wished that I’d covered my name and just been called Dsu Lotti, then I might have an advantage over her. When we were both pups, and her, Amala, and I were all pups at the same time, there had been no King or Queen. Things had been disordered, and though we were gods, we could not control the disorder between ourselves. We knew we needed a ruler, and everyone thought I was the right one. But my bad habits threw me off. Once the gods saw my boasting and bullying, they knew I was just a burden. They knew I could never be King.
That’s when she spoke up. I remembered her words perfectly. “I could be Queen,” she said. Everyone gasped.
One ignorant god said, “Why should we have a Queen when Kings are wiser and they know what they’re doing? You are too young, and you are a female.” Most of the males called out agreements, and a few females growled, but most were too scared of their mates so they were quiet.
That’s when she said this.
“You are too full of yourselves,” she spoke, in a quiet, wise voice. “You must realize that there is more to this world than males themselves. Why, to any world!” She laughed then, and that intrigued people into her, including myself. “Have you forgotten of your mothers? Of nature? Have you forgotten that females in population have an advantage over males? I’m not trying to start a war, no; I’m trying to bring us together! We must have order and friendship, not separation and hate! We must learn to live with each other, and know the duties of our friends are as challenging as the ones we are facing. Let us live by each other, let us live in light!”
There were cheers then, and laughs and crying. That was when one wolf started chanting, “Queen Tsi Qsui! Queen Tsi Qsui!” Many others joined him, and soon, all had. She was nodding her head in respect to all, and slightly smiling.
Then I burst out my question, breaking all the noise into silence once again. “What if you need a ruler to be beside you?” I called. “As a king?”
She stared down at me, smile gone, and everyone else still. “Once things are settled down, if I must, I’ll choose a mate, and we will rule together in peace.”
Though I’ll only ever admit it to myself, it was then that I fell in love with her.


~Tiqua~

“Come on, Amala!” I called, smiling. She had been staring after the silver fountain behind us a while back, so she fell behind. I, for one, was eager to try this out.
“I’m coming,” she huffed, her voice muffled by the package she was carrying. I stopped and waited for her to catch up, then we scooted into my den together. My den was made of emeralds, and looked like a cave. The emeralds were the only gems we had in our white kingdom. It wasn’t as if I had gotten them personally, but the emeralds were said to protect anyone within them, so they had been given to me without my knowledge until they’d been set up.
“Are you here yet?” I chuckled, sitting down and curling my tail over my paws.
She glared at me, stepping into the den. “Now I’m here,” she muttered. She stuck her tongue out at me, and I chuckled.
“Don’t be so childish!” I laughed at her, taking the package from her jaws.
“You should learn to be more childish,” she told me as I unwrapped the package.
“Wow,” I breathed, staring at the orb inside.
“I tried it out,” Amala said, sounding defeated. “I just wanted to know if it only worked for you.”
“It’s fine Amala,” I said, not wanting to hurt her. “Do you even know what it does though?” She shook her head, and I gulped. “If only…” I looked up at her, ripping my gaze away from the orb. “When I touch this orb, I can see the Earth.”
“Earth?” she cocked her head, and we both turned our heads back to it. “Earth the planet? That’s not possible. And besides, I thought you were afraid of Earth.”
“It is too possible!” I protested. “And I am afraid of the earth, but only being there in person. Watching it from a distance, however, is not a problem.” I looked up at her yet again. “Are you ready?” I asked, getting ready to touch the precious object.
“Tiqua.” The word shot at me like poison, even though it was my own name.
“Yes?” I asked carefully.
She gulped. “Who is the Deal Maker?”
I stared at her, shocked. How did she know him?
“Don’t try to fool me,” she warned. “I saw the note.”
Ahh, the note. Of course, the Deal Maker had decided to sign it. I’d deal with him later. I sighed. “He’s an old friend.” She gave me the “look.” I sighed, yet again, only this time in defeat. “He’s an outcast. He’s from the prison realm of limbo, but he’s the only wolf I know who can make these orbs.”
Amala watched me carefully. “What’s his true identity?”
This I did not know. “He never told me,” I shrugged.
We waited in silence for a moment.
“Fine,” she huffed sadly. “Touch it. You know you want to.”
I nodded, because, as she’d said, I did want to. I touched it carefully. It was amazing. The whole orb was surrounded in soft grass for a moment, and it was mesmerizing. The swaying, the dew, it was all amazing. Then, it changed to a creek. The water was flowing quietly, but the rush still filled my ears, no matter how slow. It was the most beautiful color, blueish-clear, not in any comparison to my emeralds. Then, suddenly, it turned into a dirty ally-way, and two wolves were sitting and chatting there. I leaned in to get a closer look.
“Queen, no!” I felt Amala grab my paw, and then I was sucked in to the Earth.

Suddenly, I was on a sidewalk, just across the street from where the two wolves were. Amala was beside me.
“Where are we?” she asked, panting, scared. Well, so was I.
“I don’t know,” I whispered.
She turned her head. “Look at those wolves over there! I bet they could help us.” I immediately fell cold. Talk? To those wolves? Not a chance. But Amala was already crossing the street.
“Amala, no!” I called, echoing her earlier words, and bolted after her.
HONK HONK!
I turned my head, and a massive pickup truck was about to crush us. We both screamed.


~Demi~

“No hard feelings?” I asked my best friend carefully. He shook his head, and I sighed. I loved my best friend, but sometimes he was a little up-tight, but it’s not like I could say anything. I was a mood-swinger. It’s not like I was any better.
The silence broke with a question; Koto’s question. “Have you ever thought about… leaving?” he asked suddenly. “Living in a forest? Acting like a real wolf?”
I shook my head. “Nah. Hunters, poachers, if we ever even made it that far without being recognized by the city, there’s always them to worry about.”
He sighed fiercely. “Yes, but we can’t live like dogs! We are not dogs.”
“I know-,” I started to protest.
“If we are not dogs then we shouldn’t have to act like them!” he continued, as if not hearing me.
I tried again. “I know, but-,”
“Digging out of trash cans, finding rubbish to eat! We got lucky today, but even that turkey was fly-invested, and-”
“Koto!” It was I who got to interrupt this time. He shut up. “We know all of this, but would you risk getting killed because of this?” He seemed to be considering my two sense.
HONK HONK!
I glanced behind him. Two wolves were about to be crushed by a pick-up truck. “Speaking of getting killed…” Koto followed my gaze, and gasped. Like a couple of bullets, we were off to save the maidens in need.
~The Deal Maker~

“What could possibly go wrong?”
I was muttering the false, sarcastic words to myself, pacing my den in the limbo realm. It had not been her who had cast me out, so why was this happening to her? It was the gods all in a group that had sent me to limbo, she’d only been a pup at the time! So again, I asked myself, why was she the one getting devoured? By a truck?!
I sighed, and started to pace faster. I was worried about her. I wasn’t allowed to be worried about her. I was in limbo.
I’d been cast out before because… Well, I’d been here so long I barely remembered. I remembered the day I’d got cast down, though. And that the reason I was cast down was a lie. I thought I remembered Dsu Lottie (was he Dumoku now?) telling them the horrible lie, but that was unlikely… Or maybe it wasn’t, it was just crazy.
I remembered at that moment. I remembered.

I was padding quietly around my den, thinking about how Earth used to be. I used to live there, but I’d died and somehow managed to be made a god. The gods all agreed on me staying there, so I had been extremely lucky. But not lucky enough. It was then that she padded up to me, her tail flowing and bushy behind her.
“Hello,” I said warmly, smiling at her. She was the most beautiful pup I’d ever seen. Not that it mattered. “What do you want from me?” I asked happily, as she was there.
She cocked her pretty little head. “What do I want from you?” she shot at me. “What kind of question is that? Can’t I just be here for fun?”
I chuckled. “Of course you can, darling, you just ran over here so fast that I suspected you wanted something from me.”
Her eyes widened. “Did I really run that fast?” Then, she shook her head quickly, as if to shake the thought out of her mind. “No, no, no, that’s not why I came over here.”
“What is it, Tsi Qsui?” I loved that name. I loved saying that name. It was like hot caramel slipping from my lips. She sighed sadly, and glanced down. I stared at her. “Don’t be upset,” I murmured helpfully, putting my paw on her shoulder.
She looked at me, and my paw fell from its place. “I’m your friend, right?”
I laughed, and she stared at me, wide eyed, as if I were killing a puppy and was enjoying it. I shook my head. “Of course I’m your friend,” I said, trying to control my chuckling the dumbness of her question.
Her eyes relaxed, and she smiled. “Good.” I smiled along with her, but I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I glanced over to where I’d seen it. There was Dsu Lottie, or Dumoku, glaring hatefully at me.
“Dumoku?” I called, curious as to what that was about. Tsi Qsui turned also, but he was gone. I sighed. “Why does he hate me?”
Tsi Qsui swung her head and sighed. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “I don’t hate you.”
I grinned and plopped down. “Yes, I know you don’t.”
She plopped down and nuzzled up beside me. My heart pounded like crazy, but in a good way. “You’re awesome,” she said happily.
“You’re c-cool too,” I said, trying to keep my voice under control.
“I don’t care what Dumoku thinks about you.” She looked up at me then, her muzzle only an inch from mine. I thought I was going to die. “Why won’t you ever let anyone say your name?”
Well that question caught me off guard. “What?”
“Why won’t you let anyone say your name? Your true name? Can I say it?” Her eyes were pleading. So I gave in… as usual.
“Fine.” I sighed unhappily, because I was actually quite annoyed.
“Yay!” She looked up to the sky. Usi Umoku! Usoki!” She giggled. “There. I’m done.”
“Why do you like to randomly shout out names?” I muttered. “It’s completely childish.”
“That’s because I am a child.” I sat there, shocked at the innocence of her question. She was right. She was a child. And I had no business with her, except as a friend and guardian.
“Right,” I whispered, staring into space. I was completely droned. Until I heard my name, that is.
“Usi Umoku! Come here!” There were many gods and goddesses screaming for me, screaming helplessly. I’d had no idea why.
Tsi Qsui bolted up at the sound. “Why are they screaming at you?”
“I don’t know,” I said, sitting up and forgetting about my last ‘episode.’ “Yes?” I asked carefully, standing up on all fours. I started to pad casually over to them. “What is it?”
I’d made it into the crowd of them all, and they were whispering mean names at me. I wondered why. “Well,” one snotty goddess spoke up. “One of us had better confront him.”
Suddenly, one large god, Rsui Malu (or Rialu) padded up in front of me. I stared up at him. He was so large. I turned my head at a small movement in the corner of my eye, and Dumoku was beside me, as his small pup self.
“How could you betray us, Usoki?” Rialu asked quietly, sounding defeated. I’d had no idea what he’d been talking about.
“What do you mean?” I asked curiously.
He shook his head. “You cannot lie to us any longer. We know the truth, you demon.”
Demon? “I am no demon!” I clearly stated. “I’m a god, just like all of you!”
“That’s a lie!” Dumoku said, raising his head high. “I heard him contacting demons, and he has demon blood.”
“We’ve heard your part of the story, Dumoku,” another god, Qsi Kislu hushed him. “Now let Usoki state his.”
I cleared my throat uncomfortably. “I can only state that this is a lie,” I said calmly. “Now you can choose to believe him, or me.”
It went quiet for a moment, and they all exchanged looks. Finally, Wsi Simiu, a silver god, spoke up. “Well… I say he should look like a demon, just like he is!”
“Yeah!” everyone cheered. I was devastated. They zapped me, into a horrible being with wings and an orbed tail. My tounge slithered out of my mouth like a bloody snake, and suddenly I was cast out of that beautiful kingdom, into darkness, for a lie.

I sighed, knowing nothing had happed since the years passed the story’s end. I’d been watching Tsi Qsui and Amala through the twin orb; the one that’d been placed upon my tail. They didn’t know, I’d kept it a secret. But the orb on my tail was the only one that could get them back… I’d have to go save them.


~Tiqua~

I opened my eyes and gasped.
I was laying on my back, with this male wolf on my right side. Why was he there? He was… was… from earth!
Then I remembered. We were about to get hit by a pick up truck. Goodie.
I scrambled up, and turned to face him. “Who are you?” I asked, taking a step back.
“You’re awake!” I turned my head, seeing Amala and yet another male next to each other, only a paw step apart. “You completely passed out a minute ago,” Amala continued. “That wolf right in front of you-he saved your life.”
I turned my head back to the male in front of me. “You… You did?” I asked, shocked.
He smiled sheepishly. “Yeah. Umm, anyway, I’m Koto.” I nodded at him, and smiled warmly. He had saved my life. He flicked his tail at the wolf next to Amala. “This is Demi.”
“Hey,” he said, nodding in respect to me.
“Hey,” I laughed back. I rarely ever used slang. Usually it was hello or greetings, or maybe even good day. I flicked my own tail at Amala, who grinned at them both. “This is Amala,” I introduced, “and I’m Tiqua.”
Amala looked shocked. “Quee-,” I gave her a look that told her to be quiet. She looked hurt, and turned her face to the ground. I laughed uncomfortably at Koto. “We’re a little lost. Help?”
Demi took a step forwards. “You could stay in this alley with us for a while if you want,” he suggested.
I gaped at Amala, who seemed just as shocked at their kindness. “Of course,” I laughed. “We’d love to.”
Koto smiled. “Right this way,” he gestured, and we obediently followed him.


I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

[MochaTheLlama]

Raven nuuuu! Your going for my Foco XD

[BPeppers]

LOL Sorry, Mocha. xD

[MerryEaster]

Whats wrong with them? I disagree. I find them adorable, but I just dont want to be a hoarder

[Nawee]

I don't think there is a problem with a natural"and simple design. Those can be as unique as a non-natural or complexe design. I have the very proof in my signature, my fursona and Ion are both natural and yet unique.

The thing that bother me is people making a design that looks like they just threw colors on a lineart. I don't have a problem with people making design specially to get them adopted, but they should at least but a little effort and thought into it.

I think before donating a pet/design, people should ask themselves: Would I adopt a design like this?
If the answer is no, maybe you shouldn't donate it =/

I'm not pointing to anybody, so please don't feel offended ^^'''

[Nawee]

Sorry for the double post, but I've updated everything.