Username - ChristainAnimalLover
Name - Raya Matumaini
[ray-yuh mon-toom-mi-u-ani]--Name Meaning - Swahili for "Ray of Hope" with slightly tweaked spelling
Gender - Female
Personality - Thrill-seeker
| Smart
| Kind
Short Bio/History - ---Brando smiled as he walked into the bedroom alongside his master, Cal; Raya was already curled up in the bed by the window. Naturally, she was right in the middle.
"Good night cutie," Cal whispered, gently scratching behind the baby Viscet's ear. Brando's ears twitched at her voice as he gingerly stepped into the bed, maneuvering around until he could lay along the edge, careful not to disturb the peaceful, small brown fluff-ball. Cal smiled and rubbed her finger along the bridge of his nose,
"'Night boy." She whispered, before standing and climbing into her own bed. Brando gazed lovingly at the little Viscet beside him and smiled as he remembered their first encounter...
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---Brando walked along the faint trail through the woods, closing his eyes and lifting his nose at a breeze. He loved walking through the woods at the back of the house in the evening, the weather was perfect and there was a small clearing where he could watch the clouds blow past as he waited for the stars. He'd gotten out a little late this evening, but it was still light enough for him to see. Not that he'd run into anything, he was in these woods so often he knew where most of the "hazards" were. Finally reaching the clearing, Brando settled in the grass and gazed upward.
---Just as the last of the light began to fade and the stars began to peek through the pinkish haze, a strange noise caught the Viscet's attention. He perked his ears and stiffened, ready to spring into action. After a few moments he heard it again; it almost sounded like a fearful cry. Instinct took over and he got up, cautiously moving toward the edge of the clearing and the sound. He sniffed at the air and caught the scent of something faintly familiar - another Viscet. His ears swiveled back defensively as he peered around a bush at the treeline. The breath he'd been holding escaped as a sigh of relief when he saw a small ball of fluff curled up under the edge of the bush, shivering.
"Hey there, little one. What are you doing out here all alone?" He asked gently, lowering his upper half to seem less threatening.
"I-I don't know..." The baby replied weakly.
"Well c'mon, let's get you out of this cold." Brando said, carefully picking her up by the scruff.
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BrandoRelationship with Tau - ---Raya thinks Tau is incredibly brave the way she always gets into trouble; of course, that adorable smile does wonders in disarming her reprimanders. Despite her best efforts to behave, her unquenchable thrill-seeking and the antics of her best friend often lead to the two of them getting more trouble than Simba and Nala did as cubs.
---If you see one of these happy little Viscets, the other has to be nearby. Their personalities mesh perfectly, and with similar interests, namely trouble-making, the two are virtually inseparable. It is a common sight to see the two running around either by themselves or with Brando, causing mischief. One of their favorite activities as a group is scouting out a dessert-like snack while playing ridiculous games, like hide n' seek/freeze tag/catch/chase/would you rather/letter hunt/etc. If it's just the two younglings, they prefer exploring where they shouldn't, pestering older Viscets, and playing many of the aforementioned games.
---Such similar personalities pretty much guarantees the fact the two get along like sisters; so far, they have never fought and the number of minor disagreements can be counted on one paw. All of which where regarding what to play first or where to go next, and the mutual grouchiness following your typical skirmish lasted all of a minute before they were their normal happy-go-lucky selves.
---Bottom line is, Raya thinks the world of her friend and would be utterly lost without her.
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