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 Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 7:50 pm
This is going to be a sort for scrap book kept by Lizzy who raised Bry to his teen years and then had to leave the island. She couldn't take him with her of course but they promised to keep in touch via a zebra Teil named Tilly.  Tilly flies back and forth carrying letters. Whenever she is on the island she is usually with Bryant.
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 8:00 pm
Photo Album 
My little bundle of joy!
UGH! I have misplaced this picture...I will have to find it...
The last picture before I had to leave him...I will miss him and I hope to see him soon...I hope I didn't let his mother down...
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 8:09 pm
A little history lesson...
There was a point where I lived on the beaches of this lovely island...that was a long time ago...
I was wandering around the woods...trying to find inspiration for art (that's why I moved there in the 1st place) when I came across something that I have only ever seen in books. A female centaur was laying in a clearing. She had long flowing blue hair that had braids and flowers in it. Her horse half was silvery gray color and she had fair pale skin...with streaks of blood...she was hurt badly. I don't know what attacked her but it obviously did enough damage to end her life soon. She looked at me with large, beautiful golden eyes that cried "Please help me..." but she remained silent.
I walked over to her slowly saying "I'm going to help you...I won't hurt you". I got to her and saw that there were many wounds and much blood. She looked at me again with those eyes...those eyes I will never forget and placed her hands on her large stomach...she was pregnant. I stayed with her for about one hour while she gave birth. Good thing I onced helped my friend with her horse that was having trouble giving birth...this was almost the same except it was a centaur. The look in here eyes changed the instant she held that baby. She looked at him and then looked at me with tired eyes but also eyes that were full of relief. She kissed the little centaurs head, handed him to me.
The last word that passed her lips was "Bryant"
I raised that little taur as my own...Bryant...his mother became a huge part of my paintings...especially her eyes...those golden eyes that will forever shine in my mind. He seemed to always be very interested in my paintings and so I taught him how to draw and paint. I also taught him how to read, write, eat with a spoon...that was probably the hardest part. Bryant grew up with art in his life in many forms; drift wood, paintings, poetry, music...just to name a few. He was always so creative...
He always called me mom...even after I told him about his birth mother. It bought tears to my eyes to feel so loved by him and by his mother...she trusted me.
The day I had to leave...they must have been fishing...the harpies...why now...Bryant, Tilly, his zebra teil, and I had just gotten back from a picnic in the woods. As we got loser we saw a flutter a feathers and our roof...I think Bryant was more upset over it than I was because before I could even suggest anything else, he looked at me sadly and said I should go home...maybe it was about time I did...I couldn't live here...I knew that when I 1st set foot on the beautiful beach. After we packed up all of my stuff (luckily the stuff INSIDE was not damaged) we sat and talked and he and Tilly promised I would get letters from Bry while I was away...
Till we meet again
I will edit this but this is a rough story so far...I hate the last paragraph XP
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 8:49 pm
Day 1 -So far no letters...of course not. I just got back to my apartment and I'm already expecting letters. Soon enough...
I guess I'd better stop worrying and start organizing this place...
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