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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Name of Itrag:[/b]
[b]Why you want it:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Short story:[/b]
Because this Itrag is much more detailed and shaded, it is available for those who can write the best short story AND describe its personality. This Itrag will be available for adoption until January 10th
Username: maluruloki
Name of Itrag: Carnevale (Val for short); "carnival" in Italian, pronounced "car-neh-VAL-eh".
Why you want it: I have a love affair with the Oryx species and this Itrag caught my eye immediately as I was surfing through the Created Pets thread. It is so striking and I can see it running along the shadows of a sand dune, trailing ribbons behind it on its horns. Maybe I'll attach some artwork, if I find the time.
Personality: Val is one of those Itrags who you may find yourself pouring your heart out to before you think twice about it. It is her goal in life to help others, not only with tasks but to grow as a living being. She prefers to be positive, kind and personal when dealing with others. She's also the type to listen before speaking and intuitive to the point where she seems to almost predict how someone is going to react emotionally. However, it can be hard to get to know her. She keeps most of her true emotions and thoughts close to her heart and can react deeply to another creature's problems. This causes her to be a rather private individual. It doesn't keep her from understanding complex issues and individuals though. She loves to work with others, but only if she can work in an almost personal sense; "shallow" interactions leave her drained and wanting quiet time. Rather than being a visible leader, she would prefer to influence from the shadows. She is the curious type who wants both mystery and truth in her life. Understanding how and why something works makes her day. She is a romantic as well; kind gestures make her blush and stutter adorably. Forcing her to follow an idea that she doesn't agree with causes her to become angrily withdrawn. If Val had one weakness, it would be lack of sleep. Anything less than her normal regimen causes her to act most rudely.
Short story: Told from Val's point of view:
I would like to say that my story is one of inspiring glory, heart-catching dramatics, and earth-shattering discoveries...but it is only somewhat of each. I'm not one to flaunt my past, as alternately normal and interesting as it is. But since you're curious, I'll humor you.
I was born to my mother and father early one morning in the spring. I remember that the sun had risen not long before I had opened my eyes and it was dazzling to me. It threw every blade of tall grass into sharp relief and gave everything a filigree of gold. I remember my mother was warm and soft, smelling of fur and milk; my father was taller and musky, more inclined to stray from us. I was focused on the milk my mother was providing when the humans initially approached us. My father made no move to run, merely stepped between us and them. My mother eyed them with guarded interest. I looked over and took in their strange appearance. Where was their fur? They stood up on two legs? How odd. My curiosity got the best of me and despite my mother's warning, I stumbled past my father in order to get closer to them. They made strange noises, gestured excitedly at me, and one finally moved forwards, offering a hand filled with something sweet. I leaned forwards and took a deep breath of it. This is where my story gets foggy and I apologize to you, the listener. The only thing I can deduce is that this substance was a swift depressant. I remember falling to my knees and naught much else.
I awoke in the arms of one of these humans, a younger male, and was quite dizzy. I struggled, but only for a moment or two; the human offered me milk from a bottle and that was it. I could do naught but imprint on the young lad, for such is the nature of baby creatures. We became members of a traveling caravan, home to artists, musicians, and the like. He became my surrogate mother and how we enjoyed each others presence. From early on, he began teaching me tricks. Some came natural to me, like jumping over multiple bars over a great distance and height. Still others, like carrying objects, were very hard for me to understand. However, making my mother-human happy was my goal and learn I did. The rewards were wonderful; sometimes treats and sometimes love. I earned nothing for mistakes. Disappointment was the harshest teacher of all. Him and I, we became legends within the caravan and then beyond. More and more, we showed off for the other humans, and the seeds of envy were planted in another human's heart. I always wore ribbons on my horns, a rainbow of colors, to draw attention. If only I hadn't. One night, while we were asleep, he came for me. Quietly, he roped me and led me off. At first, I was inclined to be confused, but when I understood his intentions, I began to thrash and squeal. It drew attention and this monster, he defended me to the death of my mother-human. The others, they were more concerned about his passing, and I was left to reconcile what had happened. I could no longer bear this lifestyle, and so I left. Yes, I grieved and was numb. In my grief, I wandered far into the wilderness and found solace there. In my anger, I tore many of my ribbons off using my hooves; some still linger, still others are only shreds. These days, I find them a reminder of a chapter of my life filled with love and loss. Can I trust humans anymore? I have yet to decide. For now, I prefer to remain independent of them and many of my kind. Does it make me sad? No, not really. Sometimes, peace can be found in solitude. I'm now a retired gypsy Itrag, bound to wander like the humans that raised me.
Take care of her! It was a tough decision for me. At the end it boiled down to who showed they wanted it the most.
Not criticizing, just curious. And I like the stories both of you!
(BTW, to do the hearts you press alt 3)