I WOULD LIKE TO ADOPT A CHILD!
Which one?: Moooouse 2 ^^
Child's Gender?: Male
Child's Name?: Kuudiu
Gaia Name: Malhyanth
If your preexisting character is adopting this child, then which one?: N/A, though I will be open to plottage of adoption, should another like to take me and Kuudiu under their wing, should I win X3
If not then your child will be a runaway and will need a clan... which one?: Hallowmarl
Prompts
Word was, Kuudiu had always been a bit of a trouble maker.
It wasn't his fault of course, it never was! He just had a serious knack for getting into... situations. Oh, and an imaginary friend that was oh so very mischievous! If ever there were scones and biscuits to be stolen, there would always be a trail of crumbs to this little bandit, his bloated belly belying his theft, sticky honey and jam smeared across his maw, but always the same words spoken; 'Kidi made me!' Ahh Kidi, the little invisible friend of Kuudiu, such a naughty and persuasive little rascal as ever did exist in the mind of a dibbun! Many a time he would speak of Kidi, but never of what he was, nor what he looked like. He was, of course, 'just Kidi!' and 'just Kidi' was extremely cheeky. Kuudiu would grin, whenever he was found with stolen food, or trinkets that didn't belong to him, and say those words, and, more often then not, his sweet demeanour and childish fondness for mischief would save him a good scolding!
After all, woodlanders always were a bit soft!
Kuudiu had learnt this early; his parents, dying in the horrendous ways they had, had always made Kuudiu believe he would be better then that, that he would survive to be great!! He had no intention of being taken up by some goody-two-shoes new mother, oh no! His plan was to go to that place fabled for Mousethiefs and Bandits! He had quite the making of it, and more often then not, when he was scolded, the carer would say 'you will end up in Hallowmarl you will, with all your misbehaving!' This had given him hope! Maybe he would be feared? Maybe his skill and prowess would save lives in time of hardship? Perhaps he would one day be taken away by pirates, to help them pillage foreign places! A real adventure! That was what this little mouse always sought!
He would dress ready for such an experience. His muzzle would be covered in a deep red scarf, like a bandana, but with its long ends trailing behind him. Sometimes he would fashion himself an eye-patch, and play, usually alone, some pirate game he had thought up. A little stick and some river pebbles and he was all set for some grand journey! It was, however, one such game that got him in his predicament where even saying 'Kidi told me!' would not work. He had been swinging his stick-sword, flinging pebbles about as he pleased, speaking in some roughish manner, imitating stories he had heard of pirates and bandits, and cussing loudly, knowing there were no adults about to scold him.
"Quite a mou'f for a liddle mousey, don' yer say chaps?"
The voice arose from bushes ahead, and the proud little mouse tossed a sizeable river pebble in the direction, his deep maroon eyes narrowed and his little chest puffed out. "I not liddle sah! I be da most a'feared Mousef'ief in alla Stonec'est!"
The yelp that arose from the bushes where the stone had been thrown frightened the little mouse somewhat, but he stayed firm. He was within running distance of home, and safety, if he could outmanoeuvre these lowly beasts that hid from him in the undergrowth. However, the beast that rose up from the bushes was a little more frightening then Kuudiu had been expecting. His ears drooped as a giant ferret with eye-patch, sword and belt-sash rose up, his scarred face sporting quite an egg on the forehead, where the little mouse had thrown the rock. The one pale gold eye that was still visible in the silvery face was narrowed and blazed with an anger the little mouse had rarely ever experienced.
"'Ere! This liddle mousey jus' put a great lump on my 'ead chaps!" Mutters and laughter broke out as three more big, burly ferrets revealed themselves, each similar in appearances to the first, in varying shades of silver and grey, with some white and black markings. Little Kuudiu only smiled sweetly and held up his stick-sword.
"I fight ya! I will! Smacka you tail and send ya home to mama!" He whirled the little stick and fell off balance, landing with a small squeak as his stick broke and he landed on his tail. The ferrets about laughed, admiring the little ones courage.
"What a star, chaps! Look'it his liddle anger'd facey! Poor liddle mousey! Where yer from, eh? Back with that rabbit I bet! Fussy ol' creature, eh? Bet she don' let you have no fun!" Kuudiu perked up, his frown turning into a face of grave knowledge, and he sagely nodded his head, twisting the two broken halves of his sword about his hands, a little shy.
"Notta'tall!" He said, eyes wide as he looked up at the ferrets. "Kuudiu allas in twoble! Rabbit-lady ne'er lets Kuudiu 'ave fun! I f'iefed 'er scones though! I good at that!" He boasted, puffing his chest again. The eye-patched ferret grabbed Kuudiu by his tail, and lifted him up to eye level, spinning him about. Kuudiu stayed stock still, eyes wide as he was spun about on his own tail, in a very undignified manner.
"Bit offa f'ief eh? What yer reckon lads? Does we need a liddle f'ief'in' mouse in our midsts?" A roar of approval went up amongst the ferret brothers, and Kuudiu clapped his hands and cried out with them. The leader twisted the little fella around, and held him up under the armpits, before nodding his approval and sitting the little mousethief on his shoulders. "Fairly well then, mateys! Let's away from 'ere! Off to 'Allowmare I reckons! Hup too, yer lazy beasties!!"
"Yeah! 'Up too, lazy ferret-bums!" Kuudiu called out from the leader's shoulders.
And so, the little one was taken away from the home of the orphans. His disappearance amounted to much fussing and worry, and search parties ranged for the little mouse dibbun, but all that could be found of him was his broken stick-sword, and tracks leading away from the home of Zephra, away toward the boarders of Hallowmarl.
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