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 Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 10:14 pm
ShyBFly's Journal!
post 2: Kriss
post 3: Taraih
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 1:45 pm
Kriss' Post
Name: Kriss (Pronounced "Krish")
Meaning: short for Krishna, Sanskrit for dark or black
Species: Foxtaur
Personality: Always in the background by choice, Kriss is supportive and encouraging to friends. He secretly harbors a low self-esteem, a bit of a temper and soft spot for pretty girls of any species.
Likes: Outgoing taurs, knowing and keeping secrets, and listening to music.
Dislikes: Large loud crowds of strangers, being threatened, and being disrespected.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 2:08 pm
Tariah's PostCerts: [baby] [child] [teen] [adult] 
Name: Taraih
Meaning: Blessed
Species: Cattaur
Personality: Outgoing and curious, Taraih is always the first to greet a stranger. She's very innocent and trusting so she could easily be taken advantange of, so she needs someone to look out for her.
Likes: Welcoming taurs and trustworthy friends.
Dislikes: Being alone
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 9:21 am
Kriss was used to being alone. In fact, it's what he preferred since he was young. But when he happened upon the tiny little pink bundle in the forest, he couldn't ignore it.
"How did you get out here? You couldn't have been forgotten." He had searched for most of the day for anyone that could take her, but the forest was quiet that day.
At first he had resisted taking her home, but when the sun started to set, her big eyes and soft mews opened his door to her. "Alright, just for a little while." Her big toothy smile was the only thanks he needed.
The baby cattaur was sweet despite the rivalry between their kinds. Kriss had never taken care of a taur other than himself, especially a female cattaur. He needed help but, because of his solitary ways, had no one to go to.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 9:27 am
It was almost a month before he felt fully comfortable around the little girl. Oddly enough, despite her friendly and outgoing personality, she hadn't spoken yet. Kriss was silently grateful, but wondered if it was normal. He wasn't that worried though for she was happy in every other way. She had no problem finding her way around his small thatch hut, and also loved to climb out of her cot and onto the foot of his softer bed at night. The first night was the only time he tried to stop her.
He finally decided on a name on a hunting trip into the forest. It seemed to fit the lucky little girl well, so on the first month anniversary of their meeting, he told her.
"Taraih can be your name little one. Does that sound good?" Her eyes didn't usually leave his eyes while he spoke, but this time they flitted up to the sky. She seemed almost distracted by something, but she quickly refocused and widened her smile. The flowers she had been playing with (and sometimes chewing on) had fallen by her paws. Even in the short time she had been with Kriss, she had changed his demeanor a lot. He scooped up the little posies and tucked one behind her tiny ear.
"Pretty little Taraih. Come on now, lets go eat. I hope you know how to cook."
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