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 Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 10:36 am
G O I N G H O M E Zephyr blinked at the boy given into his arms. He stroked the green hair gently, before nodding at then information given to him. He gently placed the boy on the ground, surprised to hear a gentle clip clop as the other's hooves touched the ground. The child's name was Slythor. He was to care for the child and keep a record of any significant events. The boy seemed to be wearing nothing but a pair of boxers... he would have to find a tailor. He himself wore a suit of black, with a silken dark blue tie. The boy's twin-colored eyes stared up at him with a curious innocence. He couldn't help but smile and take the hand of the toddler, leading him outside for what possibly might've been the first time in the young boy's life.
Slythor said nothing as he was picked up from playing with stuffed animal. He didn't mind it much, he loved to be carried and cuddled, and he was given to a stranger's arms. Confused, he tilted his head to the person who gave him to this strange man. He didn't understand... was this man adopting him? He obediently stood at the other's side, staring up to study the features of the man.Friendly blue eyes met his unequal ones. He couldn't help but smile back at the strange man, taking the other's hand and following him to the mysterious outside, somewhere he was never allowed to go to in his life. He smiled as his hooves made their rhythmic clip clopping on the floor. He frowned in disappointment the moment his hooves touched the green things called grass. He quickly followed to keep up with the strange man, knowing nothing else in this strange new world that connected with the one he knew.
Zephyr was a tad worried when the child stopped, but smiled once more when he heard the other's hooves on the pavement. Make that a tailor and a blacksmith. Or did the boy need a blacksmith? He didn't know. He would also most likely call a vet to ask about to see if the boy's hooves are right and proper. He prayed mentally to the lord for strength to care for the child. He smiled gently to the boy and lead him into his car, a white matrix car. The boy seemed to do nothing but stare outside in silent wonder. He decided to greet himself while he turned on the car and started to drive away, pleased with the fact the boy did not freak out. "Hello. I am sure this is very confusing for you, thank you for being patient with me. I am Zephyr, your caretaker. You will be living in my house. I will try me best to accommodate you and any needs you may have of me." He spoke, then waited for the other to respond in the rather short drive home. He, after all, lived in the neighborhood.
Slythor whispered his new father's name. "Father Zephyr." He spoke, voice soft and shy. He personally was very shy, but excited to go to a new place to stay. He wondered if everything was as white as in the lab... he did not believe it so. After all, the world outside is so colorful... why would his new sleeping place be white and boring? That made no sense. He simply stared out the window, quite happy to just watch everything. He waited quietly for the other to stop the 'car' and lead him into the 'house'. The car stopped eventually and he was led out of the door. He was greeted with a quaint two-story house.
"What do you think of it, little one? This is your home." Zephyr spoke gently, taking the boy's hand and leading him into the quaint little house. "This is the living room, and this is the bath room..." He spoke, before leading the other up the stairs. His floors were carpeted, thank goodness, he couldn't imagine the scratches that would come from the other's hooves. He showed the other a room adjacent to his. Its walls were a baby blue, and the ceiling a slightly darker shade of blue. The bed was well made, the quilts and pillows matched the light blue of the walls.
Slythor smiled widely as he saw the bed. He gashed for it, jumping on and snuggling into the amazing softness. It was wonderful.... He curled up and pulled the quilt over him, falling asleep quickly. He was exhausted from the day's adventures.
"I see. I'll make a snack for when your nap is done." Zephyr replied, smiling as he went downstairs to prepare a snack. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 7:55 pm
A Sadist Slythor?
Today was a very curious day today. I am beginning to believe the young child I have chosen to adopt has much more sinful tendencies than the occasional insulting look when I make in a mistake in something. It began as a normal day, other than Slythor curled up to me. There had been a lightning storm last night and the boy slept in my bed to feel safe. I woke up and placed on casual clothing, as I had no appointments today and did not plan to go out today. I know Slythor would be disappointed in no outside-time, but I had a stressful time yesterday, for I had to cram appointments. I'm just glad I have none today to deal with.
I let Slythor sleep as he cooked some bacon sandwiches and pancakes, I've been getting rather good at cooking since I had to make food for two. At least now I have to concentrate on keeping Slythor eating good food. If I did not, what kind of parent would I be? Even though I am a single dad that does not give me an excuse to not care bout proper nutrition. But I am raving as I always tend to do.
Slythor came down soon after in trunks, rubbing his discolored eyes sleepily. I find him quite cute when he just wakes up. I serve the food, and most of the day goes quite without incident. Until, of course, I finally give in to Slythor's patient waiting for some roughhousing. He had been very patient throughout the entire day while I cleaned up the house and gardened.
It was about three in the afternoon when this happened. We first started with an arm wrestling. I let him win, so he got to choose what we were going to play today. He made an innocent grin and said wrestling. I mentally prepared myself for the bathing we'll have to do afterwards and agreed. We both walked out into the living room, which has lately become the play-room. We started to wrestle.
Of course, I like the toddler win for a while, until he really did started to get the better of me. The other's combat skills are surprisingly good, I'll have to admit. I was not prepared for what happened next however. I merely uttered the words 'I'm not losing' and the other simply grinned, but it no longer held innocence. It was disturbing, seemed too big for his face. His eyes glittered dangerously. Slythor then started to become even tougher, I still having many bruises as he started to kick and punch places he knew hurt most.
Disturbed, I threw the boy off and scolded him, sending Slythor to his room for an hour to think about what he had done. The boy didn't really seem... sad about it. He held the look of a... a sadist. That's all I can think to describe the other's look, pleased by the fact I was in pain. Though, Slythor obeyed and went to his room. An hour later he came down to apologize, crying. I forgave him, and the rest of the day went on without incident.
I'll have to watch for this. I believe this may pose... a threat for the other's well being in the future. If that moment of sadism meant anything, it means that I must be wary of the other's moods as of now, and forever... or until the boy starts a life of his own.
I am worried.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 7:21 pm
A LOONY LESSON Slythor awoke one early morning in his bed, holding a small teddy bear he had named Dessymonde. He yawned and stretched, before obediently making his bed and making his way sownstairs, clopping. Sure, he was only wearing trunks, but that didn't matter in the household, just when guests were here or when he had to go outside. Then he had to wear something more than trunks or everyone will look at him weird.
He smiled and clip clopped his way downstairs onlt to be greeted with a strange predicament. There was no breakfast on the table. Instead, his father was waiting for him in the living room with his breakfast and some books.He approached curiously.
Zephyr had been up early preparing for this lesson. He had little letter-shaped magnets and some snimal toys. He smiled as the ther came in. "Good morning Slythor! We're going to start a lesson today." He spoke, trying to make his voice exciting. "We're going to learn how to count and do our ABC's like on TV." He smiled and offered the other a breakfast of bacon sandwiches with orange juice. He was wearing PJ's.
Slythor nodded happily and sat beside the other. He smiled and closed his eyes, still a bit sleepy. Though, he munched on a bacon sandwich eagerly, hungry in his sleepiness. "Ok. A.. b.. c... uh... Z?" He asked, looking up at the other." 1...2...3...5?"
Zephyr laughed happily. He recided the alphabet, and then the numbers from one to ten. After a while of this reciting and repeating, Slythor was starting to get it. He then pulled out the animal toys. "Now we have to count them." He spoke, pulling out ten. "See?" He counted them all to ten. Then he took four away. "Now you try." He smiled. This was quite fun. It was a useful way to spend a morning normally talking about dreams and whatnot.
Slythor smiled and counted the animal things happily. "One.. two.. three... four.. five...six... se-" Wait, there was no seven, Ok, there were six. "Six." He smiled proudly, tipping his head back to show his pride and puffing himself up a little. Yeah, he was awesome.
Zephyr laughed at the other's pridefulness. "Alright.. now.. onto our ABC's..."
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 8:53 pm
PLUSHIES PLEASE!
Ok! I had been walking around with daddy, ok? We were going grocery shopping, I was eating a lollipop! Then, then, I found a really awesome plushie shop! It was really cool, you could order your own plushie! I wanted a dragon, with scary teeth and stuff! So I ran into the shop! And then, daddy came to see why I was so excited and laughed.
I went and explored the shop, and I picked out like one gazillion! Really! But I really wanted the huge dragon one. Really! It was like, the size of mee! Very very big! But, Papa said it costed money. But it was soo cool! He wanted to get me this silly little small one instead. I didn't like it. We fought, and papa suggested a long snake thing that I also liked. We got that instead.
So I came home with a huuuge snake! It's so cool! I'm going to go show it to the neighborhood kids!
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 10:46 pm
It would be on a Saturday that you open your mail box (if you have one) and notice there is a rather thick envelope stuffed in there. There is no postage stamp and a very vague return address. But you recognize the font and the company's name. 'Seven of Seven Inc' scrawled in majestic font across the upper left hand corner. As you open it, you may strangely find yourself drawn to the letter, there is a mass of notes inside. They read as follows:
Letter Congratulations! You have managed to succeed in raising your child. (IE: Not killing him or her or getting killed yourself. Haha we kid of course.) We would like an update from you on the following: Guardians Name: Child's Name: Sin: Virtue: Gender: Current Attitude: Likes: Dislikes: Any abnormal growths: (if any, example: Feathers molting, horns growing larger, scars ) Current hair style: Current clothing preferences: Dominant celestial trait: (The sin or virtue) Please summarize in your own words how difficult or easy it was taking care of your child. Did you manage to care for them in a kindly fashion? Or were you forced to discipline them? As well do not be alarmed if you suddenly find your child achieving a massive growth spurt in the next little while. We are finding that the children from our facility have strange growing patterns and are rather unpredictable. Although please let us know if anything unexpected occurs. Sincerely the technicians from Seven of Seven Inc. Ps. Please just leave your letter back in your mail box one you have completed it our courier will pick it up. Thank you.
You would notice the letter seems overly friendly...strange since the scientist were so ...cold before.
(Just take the from Guardians name to Dominant Celestial trait and pm it to the mule, the summarization doesn't have to be long just have fun with it.)
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 11:00 am
Your child is experimenting with all sorts of things. They seem to have a sudden craving to learn things....a sign they they are highly intelligent. Worried this may be some strange growth in their brain you feel compelled to contact the facility.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 11:06 am
I N S A N E G R O W T H
Just this morning I awoke as usual. However, instead of the young toddler I have gotten to know so well I was greeted by a strange sight. My son has awoken much larger than before. His hooves were not split. Oh, another worry. I doubt there are anything made for split feet, certainly not horse shoes. Worried,I approached the boy, only to have what used to be a small blue bird land on my hair. Now it was significantly larger, and its clays noticeably sharper. I placed the bird back in its cage and gave it some more food and water. Then I awoke Slythor. I tried on what was supposed to have been clothing that would last the next few years, but I at least praised God that the outfits there still fit. Now I have to give away some clothing. No biggie. The clothing are in good condition and will most definitely make a kid somewhere in the world happy.
"Morning." I spoke to him. He seemed just as confused as I was. Well, maybe this is what they meant by a massive growth spurt. Ah well, there isn't much I can do about it but now prepare larger breakfasts. There shouldn't be all too much change, excepting for that rather worrying meet the parents. Slythor never enjoyed the thought of going back, however much he tried to stay happy. I talked to him about what went on, and apparently how he 'grew' up there wasn't very pleasant, and the wait was worse. At least now he's in a safe home.
I led him down, where I have him some extras of last night's dinner to serve as addition to his usually small breakfast. Then it was time to talk about this growth spurt before I had to go for my job.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 6:08 am
D A D D Y D O N ' T M A K E M E G O ! !
FATHER WANTS TO TAKE ME BACK TO THE LAB.
Why?
Father knows I hate it there. I want to stay here with Father, he's so nice to me. I'm scared of that mean mean place. It's so evil.They'll hurt me there, like last time, or maybe they'll take Father away and hurt him too. Why won't he listen to me?! Does he not love me anymore?
I woke up when Father came over with a serious look on his face, and told me we needed to talk. He then said that he wanted to take me back, to see if the whitecoats could somehow find a way to control my bad side, and that we had to meet with one of our real parents. The only real parent I have is Father! No one else took me away from that mean place and gave me food and clothes and took care of me. I don't wanna go back. I wish Father would stop being so stubborn to go.
I'm scared.
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2008 2:41 am
It would be on a Saturday that you open your mail box (if you have one) and notice there is a rather thick envelope stuffed in there. There is no postage stamp and a very vague return address. But you recognize the font and the company's name. 'Seven of Seven Inc' scrawled in majestic font across the upper left hand corner. As you open it, you may strangely find yourself drawn to the letter, there is a mass of notes inside. They read as follows:
Letter Congratulations! You have managed to succeed in raising your child. (IE: Not killing him or her or getting killed yourself. Haha we kid of course.) We would like an update from you on the following: Guardians Name: Child's Name: Sin: Virtue: Gender: Current Attitude: Likes: Dislikes: Any abnormal growths: (if any, example: Feathers molting, horns growing larger, scars ) Current hair style: Current clothing preferences: Dominant celestial trait: (The sin or virtue) Please summarize in your own words how difficult or easy it was taking care of your child. Did you manage to care for them in a kindly fashion? Or were you forced to discipline them? As well do not be alarmed if you suddenly find your child achieving a massive growth spurt in the next little while. We are finding that the children from our facility have strange growing patterns and are rather unpredictable. Although please let us know if anything unexpected occurs. Sincerely the technicians from Seven of Seven Inc. Ps. Please just leave your letter back in your mail box one you have completed it our courier will pick it up. Thank you.
You would notice the letter seems overly friendly...strange since the scientist were so ...cold before.
(Just take the from Guardians name to Dominant Celestial trait and pm it to the mule, the summarization doesn't have to be long just have fun with it.)
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 3:39 pm
A G A I N ?
I knew it was coming just by the envelope they gave to me. However I did not expect such drastic changes. I doubt any parent would be able to get used to the changes. Over the times the year's worn me down. I find myself unable to get us as early as I could. Perhaps it is a sign of aging. Sometimes I feel that I need to get myself a therapist. Thank God I do not have a true need of one.
This morning young Slythor awoke me with a worried whine. He had long gone to his own room and spent most of his day out to play in the park or inside with the computer and his video games. Today it seemed something was wrong. Normally he just let me sleep and bade me goodbye when I had to work. Recently he came back proclaiming his bird was Blue now... a name after these years was a pleasant change. The problem was now his odder appearance.
His hooves still remained split, that was not a problem now. With enough filing it was almost like they were quite natural for a person to have hooves. Our local animal doctor was glad to help, but Slythor could do the process largely by himself. Though when he comes down with sicknesses we would have to consult scientists,doctors and veterinarians. It is a hassle but well worth it.
However had changed from the usual golden-red to a fiery scarlet. For a moment in my murky eyes I thought I saw flames for a wing. I had to blink the film from my eyes to clear my image and saw it for a wing. I leaned over to pat the feathers gently, marveling at their color. Maybe it was the fact that he had hit puberty that his wings had changed to this brilliant flame-red. It was not uncommon for animals to change somewhat when they hit puberty.
Next I noticed were his belly scales., They were smaller now, but at the same time looked smoother and definitely sleeker with their position. I rubbed my hand against the scales.They were hard as always, and my son seemed to be in no pain from the transformation. Then I saw what worried him. His bird, Blue, had lost many feathers. I trailed over the bird's baling parts only to find something a little alarming. Scales.
I looked at the bird in a confused way. The bird also seemed confused, though it seemed to also be in no pain. I got up, feeling a little tired, but this was no time to sleep. "Well, there seems to be no immediate danger, Slythor. We should have breakfast and give Blue a good meal before contacting Dr.Coralline." I assured my son before getting up and he nodded, following me downstairs for food.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 3:54 pm
N O T T H E O N L Y O N E...
Hello Diary. I was playing Tales of Symphonia and just finished today. I think it's a really great game. There was this thing about it.... how Tethe'alla discriminates against half-elves a lot. The laws against them and whatnot. It makes me think about what Gaia does to people like us. Adriel and Duncan too... and Ebony and the others. We're not normal like the Gaians. Even though they can accept all the other races, they can't accept us.
I wonder why? Yesterday a bunch of Gaians were throwing stuff at me as I passed by, calling me weirdo and freak. For the longest time I though I was the only one who had to deal with this. Though, I think everyone else suffers like this too, except the younger kids. They'll suffer later for the crimes they didn't commit.
I'll not tell Father about this. I don't want him getting worried. He gets enough problems with the kids he deals with. Keep this a secret between you an me ok?
-Slythor
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 4:55 pm
It would be on a Saturday that you open your mail box (if you have one) and notice there is a rather thick envelope stuffed in there. There is no postage stamp and a very vague return address. But you recognize the font and the company's name. 'Seven of Seven Inc' scrawled in majestic font across the upper left hand corner. As you open it, you may strangely find yourself drawn to the letter, there is a mass of notes inside. They read as follows:
Congratulations! You have managed to succeed in raising your child. (IE: Not killing him or her or getting killed yourself. Haha we kid of course.) We would like an update from you on the following:
Guardians Name:
Child's Name:
Sin:
Virtue:
Gender:
Current Attitude:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Any abnormal growths: (if any, example: Feathers molting, horns growing larger, scars )
Current hair style:
Current clothing preferences:
Dominant celestial trait: (The sin or virtue)
Please summarize in your own words how difficult or easy it was taking care of your child. Did you manage to care for them in a kindly fashion? Or were you forced to discipline them?
As well do not be alarmed if you suddenly find your child achieving a massive growth spurt in the next little while. We are finding that the children from our facility have strange growing patterns and are rather unpredictable. Although please let us know if anything unexpected occurs.
Sincerely the technicians from Seven of Seven Inc.
Ps. Please just leave your letter back in your mail box one you have completed it our courier will pick it up.
Thank you.
You would notice the letter seems overly friendly...strange since the scientist were so ...cold before.
(Just take the from Guardians name to Dominant Celestial trait and pm it to the mule, the summarization doesn't have to be long just have fun with it.)
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 12:38 pm
Applying for a Job
I found a nice club this morning on my way to the park. A friend told me to go there, they needed jobs. I was personally worried the people there were intolerant of my appearance, Blue as well. He told me that it was fine. The people there were those who believed they were not quite so human. Some walking there really weren't human, others were humans who believed they were a werewolf or something. The club held days for furries, vampires... you name it they have some sort of day for them. I would be a perfect waiter.
Walking there, I was surprised. I found a surprisingly well-kept club. Asking around for a job, furry paws pushed me and my bird into the manager's office. There I met someone that was very obviously not human at all. He had blue skin for one thing, fangs for another... and he had a tail. It curled around his wrist like a cat as I approached in.
The room was nice, like luxury. It was pretty cool. I was quite surprised at the man's look about him. He told me to sit down. Blue didn't like the look of him though, and he squawked a storm. Blue seemed not to like him, and he seems not to like Blue. Either way he and Blue finally got along after a bit, though I think Blue is starting to become a little insane. But he's my friend, I shouldn't be thinking things about my friends.
Anyways, the man said that his name was Mr. Moore, and that he was a shapeshifter, his blue tailed form being his true form. He asked where I came from, and I talked about the lab. He nodded, understanding and asked a few more questions like what my DNA parents were like and everything. He was dressed up really nice despite looking weird. He asked me if I could be a good waiter. I shrugged and said I didn't know much about being a waiter. He seemed to be happy enough at me being strange and asked if I came here because I had a hard time getting a job since I look weird and need my bird with me. I said yes. He told me I got a job and we discussed our hours.
Took a longer time than I expected, but he was pretty cool about it. My hours are pretty good, seeing I don't really go to school much but I learn as much as I can when I can. My hours are kinda long, but I get paid a good amount of money for it. I'm happy. I'll be working soon. Mr. Moore said if I knew any other people like me who had the same issues with getting a job I'd go contact them.
Seems like an easy enough job. Wait on people. Standing's not a problem, thanks to my hooves I can stand all the time. I've got good hooves and if I cut them the right way they won't cut into the carpet there. I talked with many of the other waiters there who also looked weird. Some had strange eyes, some had wings, and some had tails.. other weird stuff like that. They were all just as curious about me as I them. I like them though. They're all kinda cool and taught me a lot when I was there.
They liked Blue too. Gave him lots of pats and little treats. I'm scared Blue will get fat at this rate. I'll have him fly often, since if I don't Blue will look more like a cow than a bird. I'll go get his little gentleman costume he got a while ago for a birthday present. I sewed it myself. I don't look like the type, but I'm really good with my hands and my scales make things really easy for me like the sewing needle poking me is no problem while on normal humans it would hurt a lot.
Blue needs to go get his claws clipped. They're way too long. See ya later, Journal.
-Slythor
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