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username: Neroro
name: Gonzo
gender: male
age: newborn
looks:
blind//extremely fluffy//light weight//soft spoken
form: Clicky-poo
theme song:
Love is strange
accessories:
Ruby red ribbon
Golden coin with foreign encryption
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In an unknown Russian kingdom, hidden from society, lived a king who ruled over the kingdom. The king ended up falling in love with one of the servant girls that worked in the castle. But falling in love between social classes was frown upon so they keep their love hidden from the public. The servant girl ended up baring child to the king and they tried their best to keep the whole thing hidden. But despite their attempts a chamber maiden found out about the romantic affairs and threatened the king that she'd tell the kingdom about their love if he didn't marry her. Due to the chamber maiden having royal heritage the marriage was acceptable and they were wed. But as soon as this happens the new Queen, the chamber maiden that married the king, turned on the servant girl. She declared that the servant was to be beheaded for her treason to the throne so the servant girl fled the land with the new born egg. The Queen sent the royal huntsmen after her and when the servant girl was out of options she left the egg in the woods and led the huntsmen away from her beloved child. The egg is later on found by a stranger, unknowing of the secret kingdom, and takes the egg in as their own. As the child grows into adulthood, not knowing anything about their past self, they set out to find the real them. Eventually, using the little clues they can get, they find their real home in ruins. While they had been away the king had fallen into a great despair in the loss of his beloved and their child. During this time the Queen had taken over, plunging the kingdom into a dark time. Now the child is apart of an old prophecy stating a golden child would bring light to the ones lost in darkness.

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"An imagination is a powerful tool.
It can tint memories of the past,
shade perceptions of the present,
or paint a future so vivid that it can entice...
Or terrify, all depending upon how we conduct ourselves today."

-Jim Davis
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personality;
Gonzo is a little young to fully develop who he's going to be but at this age he's quite shy. He tends to hide between Roxanne's long fluffy tree trunks that are her legs or he will hid in her pouch, only his floppy ears peaking out over the edge. But despite this he's a curious little fellow. He doesn't wander off far but he can't help poking his nose into place they sometimes don't belong. He seems to be rather clumsy due to the fact that he's, unknowingly, blind. He doesn't realize that he has no eyesight, believing that the world was like this since he was born with the disability. Gonzo is also quite jumpy and easily scared if you don't make your presence known to him. But despite all of this he is rather intelligent and wise for his age, seeming to see more with his heart than with his eyes.






The dark figure ran swiftly through the woods. Their breath came in quick short billows of steam emitting from their nostrils as they ran wildly, without direction, through the maze of trees. Their sparkling eyes flickered back and forth as if keeping watch of something, like an unknown force was going to jump out at them through the trees. They kicked up small balls of snow behind them as their tail streaked out behind them to keep balance. They ran low to the ground like a greyhound, avoiding wind turbulence.

As the figure passed under the bareless trees sounds of a hunt could be heard in the distance, following the figure's trail in the snow. The sounds of angry shouts and baying hounds echoed through the silent woods. At the sound of this the figure stopped and set down the parcel they carried in their mouth, a soot black egg wrapped in red ribbon. The figured huffed as it looked around then picking up the delicate package they carried on.

Jumping over roots and fallen logs, dashing through crestfallen fields, wadding through icey rivers, and passing under the outstretched branches of bare trees; the figure kept running, doing anything in their power to get the hunters off their trail but the hounds were persistent on their prey. As the hours passed slowly the figure began to tire from the running and soon their once swift movements were sloppy and ragged. Still, they held the precious package firmly in their jaws as if their life depended on it.

Finally the figure couldn't take it anymore, the hounds still hot on their trail. They stopped in the path, looked around warily, and set the egg down in the snow. Tears streamed down the cheeks of the dark figure as they looked down with soft sadness. The tears turned to ice drops before hitting the ground.

"Goodbye my love. Let someone love you as much as I have, even with the little time we've gotten together." Their words were laced with a thick Russian accent as they tightened the red ribbon around the egg. As they did so they added a coin and attached a note to the ruby red ribbon.

The figure was situating the note properly when howling alerted them. They raced off, having gotten a claw snagged on the paper, accidentally ripping it. ;...Worst Christmas present ever...'

The note, having said before being ripped and the words that once were now were lost to time, had said;







.....

Ice and snow covered the ground like a layer of white frosting upon the cold earth. Dim light shone through the canopy above and cold twinkling stars danced above in the inky black sky. A soft wind blew through the few dead leaves clinging to their skeleton branches. In the summer the woods would teem with life but in the winter all was silent, most animals now hibernating til spring. The trees reached up out of the earth like skeleton hands reaching towards the warmth of the stars. It looked like a graveyard.

One living figure made it's way through the snow, it's padded feet crunching through the frozen world. The figure was a tall white female Jellybean Dragon with black and red stripes. Her fur was exceptionally thick and fluffy compared to a normal bean's fur. Hot billows of breath came from her scarred muzzle and she flicked her eyes and ears back and forth, keeping vigil to her surroundings. As she walked snow clung to her fur and periodically she had to shake it off to keep the snow from crusting to her fur and freezing her solid. Some would consider her crazy for being out on a night like this but Roxanne wasn't one to listen to reason. Besides, she had a job to do.

Roxanne stopped once again to shake the snow off her fur and sat to lick at the ice that clung to her legs and made walking difficult. As she sat a fat snowflake landed on her nose, quickly disappearing to water at the touch of her warm body. She looked up to see that snow had begun to fall again and saw fat dark clouds blocking out the moon and stars.

"I better get out of this quick," she growled quietly as she sensed the approaching storm. Standing to her feet she plodded onwards in the fading moonlight. Roxanne needed to reach her destination quickly before the blizzard, otherwise she might freeze to death if not finding shelter despite her thick pelt keeping her warm.

As she went onward Roxanne had to continuously blink just to keep the snow out of her vision as it started to fall faster and in larger amounts. Worried she's get stuck in a snow storm Roxanne began to trot til she was in a full out sprint. Not being able to see where she was going clearly Roxanne almost tripped over a foreign object on the ground. Roxanne veered off the direction she was currently going, avoiding from hitting the object, and landed on her side in a snow bank. Roxanne hissed in aggravation as snow soaked into her fur. She whipped her head in the direction of the thing.

"Who's the moron that left a rock in the middle of the forest?!" Being too angry about her current state to realize how preposterous the comment was. Getting to her feet once more she shook the snow from her pelt and glared at the item. Furious that she was semi-wet from the plunge into the snow bank she crossed over, getting ready to punt the thing when she realized what she had avoided wasn't a rock but an egg. Getting a closer look Roxanne reasoned that the egg was a Jellybean Dragon's egg.

Now confused as to why someone would leave their egg in the cold to freeze she looked around for a parent but there was none to be seen. Any tracks that had been in the snow to tell Roxanne where the parent of the egg went were long gone now, covered by the falling snow. Roxanne looked back at the egg and tilted her head to the side. What was she to do with this? She didn't own this egg and what if the parent came back looking for them? But in the same instance she couldn't leave the egg in the cold or it would freeze.

A touch of compassion touched Roxanne and she smiled warmly at the egg. "Well... Errm I guess I'll just have to take you home with me." She said and picking up the egg she examined the red ribbon tied around it. The ribbon seemed to be of special material and looked to be handwoven. It was soft and velvety to the touch and the red was the deepest of ruby reds. Attached to the ribbon was a coin. Etched into the coin's surface was a set of foreign symbols;
"Этот ребенок ,золотой ребенок , будетмир хранитель с теми, потерянных в темноте. Мы считаем,
Мы надеемся, у ребенка в . Пусть Бог свет свой ​​путь к нашей свободе ."

Roxanne examined the symbols for a moment before having to pull her attention away as snow fell harder. Quickly Roxanne slid the egg into her pouch and raced off. But she didn't get far before the snow became to heavy for even Roxanne to navigate in. Making a quick decision she looked for shelter, having been lucky and finding a small cave like dip in between the roots of a tree. She squeezed inside and padded in a tight circle before dropping onto the cold frosty ground. Despite it being cold Roxanne's body heat quickly warmed the small compact space.

Now that it was warmer Roxanne slid the egg out of her pouch, looking down at it to better examine it. She noticed, what she hadn't seen before, a tag attached to the ribbon. Written in inked handwriting were the words 'Worst Christmas present ever'. Roxanne snorted and realized where the parent of the egg might have gone. "Typical." As Roxanne continued to examine the egg there seemed to be nothing special about the shell of the egg, just that it was soot colored, but that wasn't to determine the life inside just waiting to come out. "Never judge a book by it's cover." Roxanne muttered to herself as she protectively wrapped herself around the egg.

Outside the wind howled and the snow twirled and danced, the trees shook and everything was lost in a blur of white; but underneath the roots the female and egg lay peacefully in the warmth of the cove that the trees offered. Neither the female or the unhatched egg knew what was in store for them or what lay in the past. The only time was the present as if the world didn't exist past their own little one. Above all of this the moon, quiet and solemn as it floated above the clouds and storm, watched the two. It was the only one that knew what once was the egg, and what future was in store for it when it was to find it's past self.



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The night bore on as the female and the soot egg slept under the roots of the old pine. Some time, just before dawn, a small cracking sound alerted Roxanne and she opened her eyes, not having slept only resting. Now her golden eyes stared down as the egg shell cracked small cheeping of a baby bean could be heard.

"We're doing this now?" Roxanne said as she watched a small muzzle poke out of the shell and Roxanne shrugged. "Alright, your the boss."

As the hour passed the baby took it's time getting out of it's small little egg. Every once in awhile it would chirp and look out with a milky pale eye. Roxanne noticed and worried, having seen this type of eye before on her sister when she had been born. Roxanne wasn't an expert on new born's but they shouldn't have that filmy look in the eyes should they? She wondered if the little one was blind.

Finally, at a quarter to 7, the baby finally broke free of the shell that held it within. The grey little thing tumbled out and onto the dirt floor of the small cave. It laid sprawled out on the floor and blinked twice before looking up at her. It shook it's head, the floppy ears flapping against it's head making a small smacking sound that filled the hollow. Upon it doing so dust rose up in the air and the little one sneezed.

Roxanne smiled at this and leaned forward slowly and touched her muzzle to the baby. It blinked and 'looked' at her before chirping at her.

Roxanne chuckled, "hello little one. Welcome to the world. I am Roxanne but you can call me...." she thought for a moment, "big Ma'. Or in less formal instances just mom." Roxanne smiled at the innocent child and suddenly realized there was nothing to call the little one. "Of course! We gotta think of a name for you." The baby only looked up at her and tilted it's head.

"Since your a boy then I think I shall call you......." Roxanne's eyes trailed around the little space thinking of a perfect name. Suddenly one popped out from the rest in her mind and she looked down at the baby with a grin. "Gonzo. Your name shall be Gonzo." The baby chirped in response then yawned.

Roxanne drew a paw and softly pulled the child closer to her warm fur. The baby instantly cuddled into the space between her front leg and chest and Roxanne instinctively wrapped her paw around him protectively. As the baby fell asleep Roxanne looked out into the early morning as snow began to fall again, this time not as hard, and Roxanne watched as Gonzo slept. "Sweet dream little one." She whispered.