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 Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 10:15 am
 Name: Cayden ( Spirt of battle) Nick name's: Cay Age: Teen Species: Centaur Personality: Distant, Doating 'Farther' Mate/Life Partner : None yet Pictures: Baby , child , Teen , Adult Name: Tawnie ( little one,Yellowish brown) Nick name's: Tawn Age: Child/teen (young is teen 12/14ish) Species: Satyr Personality: Happy, Fun loving Mate/Life Partner : None yet Pictures: Baby, Child, Teen, Adult, chibi
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 10:17 am
 Deep with in the forrest on a small island near the Isle of Exiles there is a tribe of mixed races. Most have come here to be near the isle of exiles, others find themselves here when no one wants them. But what if you are not wanted there? This is the Tale of of the cursed child. The thunder roared and the sky danced with light as the storm thundered on. It was Well past midnight and all the tribe had gone to the temple to celebrate the day of the dead.
But one family did not attend. Shayla was unable to move. Her pregnancy had weakened her badly and, as poor as they were, she had sent her oldest son to find food.
Her two youngest children sat in the corner wishing they could help.
Getting up slowly they kissed there mother and they two went to look for food.
Shayla never saw them again.
When morning came and no one had returned she used what little strength she had to lift her self up.
Slowly she walked from her little shack into the village.
There infront of the church was a feast. a whole table laid out with food.
Shayla hurried forward and ate as much as she could her body sagged under the weight of not only her pergnant body but the unfamilyer sensation of a full belly.
Walking over to a near by tree she laydown and fell asleep.
She awoke to the sound of angry voices all aimed towards her.
Sitting up as best she could she saw the tribal elder comming through the cowd towards her.
He was a wise and very old cat taur. and he had been known to cast a few spells, though none would say he did.
"Shayla you have disrepected the spirits on this the holiest days in are year. I have spoken with the spirits, who's food you stole, and they have decided your punishment. The child you carry will bear the mark of the dead and must leave this village soon after his arivle."
Shayla begged and pleeded with him but he would not change his mind.
A guard was placed with her to make sure she did not leave.
A few days later she colapsed and a the healer was called.
Hours passed by and soon the scilence of the village was filled with a wail af a new born baby.
Lookin at her son Shayla smiled and kissed his for head before her head rested back on the pillow and she was gone.
The Village took it in turns to look after the new born and as soon as he was a year old the elder decided it was time for him to leave.
Putting him into a boat with one of there best fishermen he set off into the open see.
He knew what he should do but once he looked into the two small eyes looking back at him he couldn't bring himself to do it.
Changing course he mored his boat on the main land and carried the little boy deep into the woods.
Setting him down he pointed out a colorfull bird sitting in the tree.
The youngster watched the bird happly and it wasn't till the bird flew off did he notice he was alone.
Walking slowly through the forrest tears creeped into his eyes.
Suddnly he felt a presense next to him but no one was there.
Still it felt wam and comferting. Suddenly he felt it move forward and he followed. Not careing where it would lead him he had nothing to loose now.
It stoped and so did he. Looking down from the ledge he'd been lead to he could see a small boat on the water heading towards a smaller island in the distance.
A voice softly wispered in his ear.
"Be strong my son. Show them all you are life" and as he voice faded on the wind so to did the warm feeling except for a small patch on his forhead.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 10:19 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 10:20 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 10:22 am
 Mother: Name: Shayla Age: Dead Species: Centaur Personality: Loving Mate/Life Partner : unknown Siblings: 2brothers 1 sister Stats unknown  Name: Tawnie Age: Child Species: Satyr Relactionship: Adopted daughter
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 10:23 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 10:29 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 10:32 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 10:43 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 10:45 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 10:46 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 10:48 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 10:49 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 10:56 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 10:58 am
Type Space. LinkThe origins of the Day of the Dead celebrations in Mexico can be traced back to the indigenous peoples of the area, such as the Aztec, Maya, P'urhépecha, Nahua, and Totonac. Rituals celebrating the lives of ancestors have been observed by these civilizations for at least the last 3000 years.[citation needed] In the pre-Hispanic era, it was common to keep skulls as trophies and display them during the rituals to symbolize death and rebirth. The festival that became the modern Day of the Dead fell in the ninth month of the Aztec calendar, about the beginning of August, and was celebrated for an entire month. The festivities were dedicated to the goddess Mictecacihuatl, known as the "Lady of the Dead", corresponding to the modern Catrina.
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