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 Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2005 6:10 pm
The setting: A cold night in the House, just after a light rainstorm.
The place: Lenta's bedroom
The people: Lenta, Vetch
And so it begins.
A soft breeze blew through Lenta's room, making its way over the dog-girl's bed and underneath her covers. Lenta grunted in her sleep, unconciously tugging the blankets tighter around her. Another grunt, and she was motionless again. However, the movement had awakened... something else...
"Maaahhh!" At the end of Lenta's bed was a small dog bed, which had been placed there for Vetch whenever he came to life. And that was exactly what he had done this night. He was curled up in the small blankets Lenta had put underneath the former plushie, and had awoken to find himself alive and breathing long after Lenta had gone to bed. It was dark and scary in this room... And even with the blankets, it was cold! But that wasn't what Vetch was complaining about. No, the cold didn't bother him as much as the miniscule shadow that was climbing out from underneath Lenta's closet door.
"Maahhhh!" Vetch bleated again, wrinkling his nose at the shadow and turning to Lenta. Nope, she couldn't hear him. Huffing, Vetch looked back towards the shadow, then to Lenta again. Shadow, Lenta. Shadow, Lenta. Finally, he clamped his teeth down around Lenta's blankets, jumping down off his bed and dragging them towards the wall. They only moved a few inches, but it was enough. In moments, Lenta was wide awake, the breeze having brushed against her skin and shaken her from her dreams. Yawning, Lenta grabbed her covers and tugged them sharply back towards her, muttering something about inclines and falling sheets. Not a smart idea.
THUNK!
Vetch hit the side of his bed, yelped, then toppled over into the covers inside. Lenta gaped, letting go of the blankets and scrambling to the end of her bed. The shadow, seeing her up and about, hissed and fled back into the closet. Lenta didn't notice.
"Vetch! Are you okay?!" Lenta dug around in the mini blankets, finally unearthing a little fluffy tail. She yanked on it, trying to pull him up, and received a sharp n** in return.
"Ow! VETCH! Tha-..... You're alive!" The pain was quickly forgotten as Lenta scooped her now-quite-alive llama up and hugged him tightly. Vetch gasped for air in Lenta's grip. "Ohh, you poor thing, I had no idea! You must've been freezing, no wonder you tried to get my blankets!" The distressed/pleased owner stood, crawling back into bed with Vetch, and wrapping him in a corner of her blankets.
"You can sleep with me for tonight... We'll pick out some better blankets for you tomorrow." She murmured, and with that, the dog-woman fell asleep once more. Vetch glared silently at her for a moment, then his gaze softened, and he shrugged. What a weirdo... He'd just have to get used to it.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2005 12:06 pm
It was a quiet morning in the House - Mauli had taken Lenta on an early 'cruise', Fenwrit was out with Misae, and the other members of Kailee and Vetch's family were God-knows-where doing God-knows-what, as they always were. Vetch had been scratching at the back door since Kailee had woken up, but Kailee had paid no attention to him. She had been busy seeing her mother and grandmother off. Once they were gone, however, the repetative scratching had caught Kailee's attention, and now she was donning her thin hoodie and packing a small lunch so they could spend some time outdoors. A bottle of soda, a bottle of water, a bowl and a straw, a leftover chicken sandwich, and a package of llama pellets, and the two were prancing out the door (or trudging, in Kailee's case) and into the Forest that surrounded the House.
Vetch was estatic. When he wanted to go out, someone had always paid close attention to him to keep him from slipping under the fence and going into the Forest, but Kailee was leading him there! She was definitely one of his favorite humans out of all of the ones living in the House. The Forest was large, dark, and ominous, but as both Kailee and Vetch were young and brainless, neither cared much and saw it only as an adventure. The Forest was quiet this early in the morning. The birds and squirrels were all asleep, or getting ready to start a day of work. Even the devillish shadows that sometime trapsed about were nowhere to be seen. Probably feasting upon the sleeping animals, if they were as smart as Moo and Jack let them on to be.
Kailee and Vetch walked silently, Kailee admiring the way the morning sun fell across the trees, and trying not to breathe in too much of the 'nature-soiled' air, as she liked to call it, and Vetch grabbing bites of untouched, dew-covered grass whenever he saw Kailee stop to look at something. Between the two, neither made any noise until about 10, when something big fluttered across the pathway in front of them.
"Oh my." Kailee murmured, taking a step backwards and nearly stepping on Vetch in the process. Vetch bleated, nipping lightly at Kai's pants, then ducked under her legs to see what was happening. The creature had landed in the pathway, and now, both Kailee and Vetch could see it clearly. It was a huge hawk, pure black in color, save for a tail covered in what looked like dried blood. Kailee shrieked, and it turned, pupilless eyes glaring sightlessly at them. Swallowing, Kailee bent down and picked Vetch up, tucking him under her arm and dropping the basket of food.
"I'm starting to think we should've brought Fenwrit along." Kailee whispered, taking a step backwards. The hawk ignored the spilled food, and began hopping towards them, eyes swirling red. Kailee swallowed again, then shouted, kicking dirt at the hawk. It hit its face, and the creature howled in pain, slamming its head against the ground in an attempt to clear its eyes. Vetch coughed, ramming his own head into Kailee's side.
"OW!" Kailee yelped, and Vetch grinned sheepishly up at her, then began chewing what he had coughed up. Kailee gagged, took one last look at the hawk (who was still trying to unblind itself), and then turned and ran back towards the House. It was hardly even afternoon, and already, Kailee had had enough of the outdoors for one day.
And Vetch was kept happy the whole run home with his new discovery of Forest cud.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 5:30 pm
Just a normal day at the House - Thanksgiving had passed without event, and none of Lenta's kids had bothered celebrating it. Mauli was off on another of her sailing adventures, after having brought back a small blue-colored creature she called a Zoombini. Dalia, the Zoombini, had quickly made herself comfortable in a spare room down the hall from Lenta, and would never come out without Lenta there beside her; but, that was beside the point. Point was, Lenta and her folks were already getting into the Christmas spirit, despite their lack of enthusiasm over Thanksgiving. Only Mauli and Fen really and truly remembered having a Thanksgiving or Christmas before. The rest of the kids were too young, and even Lenta was so scatterbrained that it hardly registered in her mind. None of them gave it much thought. It was just a holiday... It wasn't their birthday, or anyone else's birthday, so why was it so special?
Vetch, however, was enjoying it immensely. Lenta had helped set up a Christmas tree in the living room, and it had stayed there with all of its beautiful ornaments and ribbons and strings of lights... until Vetch ate all the needles off the bottom, and promptly threw them up behind the couch. Luckily Kailee had shown up just as the retching noises were finishing, so she could clean it up before it wrecked the carpet. At least, that's what Lenta kept saying. Last time anything had happened to the House (or the Center, for that matter) and it had been one of her children's fault, she had to pay for it, and right now funds were running low.
So many colors! So many new decorations around the House! And so many things to chew! Vetch was having the time of his life. He would sit for hours in front of the new artificial tree (which he found out moments after it had been set up was, indeed, unedible... though that didn't stop him from taking a chunk out of the plastic trunk) watching the lights sparkle off the beautiful ornaments, and imagine that he was one of those dangling creatures, like the porcelain red eagle that Mauli had put up just before she left. Oh, to be shiny and red and have a string attached to your neck! Vetch was, for some time, quite certain that he too could become an ornament, like that beautiful eagle, and have everyone eyeing him like he eyed the eagle. He'd be the most talked about ornament ever! 'Look at that handsome llama!', they'd say, 'Isn't he gorgeous?'. And he would be so proud for becoming something that everyone would take the time to stop and look at.
With this dream in mind, Vetch would pace up and down the stairs, trying to think of just how to get himself up onto that tree. Every ornament he'd seen go up onto the tree had been lifted up by someone else, and he couldn't exactly ask someone to hang him there. What to do, what to do... Oh!
There had been a time when, after watching some odd Disney movie, Kailee had sewn him a Peter Pan outfit. Peter Pan was this magical young boy who never grew any older than he was at the time of the movie, and he could fly! Vetch knew the outfit was buried somewhere in the trunk Kailee put all of his clothes in. He raced up to Kailee's room, found her sitting on the bed, then bit down hard on her pants and lurched backwards.
"You're stretching my new pants." Kailee spoke without looking up from her copy of Barton Monthly. Vetch snorted, tugging harder. Kailee set her magazine down roughly, narrowing her eyes. Which of her annoying siblings was it this time? Oh, it was only Vetch. She sighed, scooping the llama up and planting a kiss on his forehead.
"Sorry, bud. Thought you were someone else." She murmured, standing. "Whatcha need?"
Vetch paused. He hadn't thought ahead this far. Damn him and his one-track mind! He inhaled deeply, then blinked as another idea came to him. Wriggling, he bleated loudly until Kailee set him down, and then raced over to the dress-up trunk. He scraped one hoof against it, shooting her pleading looks. He -had- to be Peter Pan, he just had to!
"Okay, alright. Let's see, which one do you want to be today?" Kailee stepped over, lifting the latch and the lid, then set Vetch on top of the pile of clothes. He rooted around until he spotted the familiar shade of green - Peter Pan! Tugging the clothing out, he waved them around, looking pleased as Kailee took them from him and began dressing him.
"Alright, Vetchy Pan! Go find Tinkerbell!" Kailee grinned, setting the now-dressed Vetch down in the doorway and nudging his backside with one foot. Though she loved her 'little brother', she had a date to get ready for, and no amount of dressing up Vetch could keep her from making herself look as good as him. So, she shut the door. She had no need to, though - Vetch was already down the hall and heading for the stairs.
Faith, trust, and pixie dust! Faith, trust, and pixie dust! Vetch repeated Peter Pan's flying instructions over and over again in his head, fumbling down the stairs in his haste to get to the tree. At the last step, he took a deep breath, then leapt as hard as he could.
Fen had been watching TV while waiting for Misae to finish using the bathroom - they'd be going to the Center afterwards. He had heard a loud bleat, turned to see, and instictively shot a slowing spell at the yellow streak heading for the floor. It paused mid-air, then slowly began falling once more.
"Ohh. It's just you." Fen snorted, eyeing Vetch. Vetch blinked at him. "No more flying in the house, alright?"
He had flown?!?!?!
"FEN!" Misae shouted from upstairs, sounding distressed. Fen winced, standing quickly, and forgetting the spell in the meantime. He raced upstairs as Vetch's falling speed picked up. Faith, trust, and pixie... ow! One bleat, two rolls a thunk and a crash later, he was at the base of the Christmas tree, with pieces of a broken ornament at his side. The llama Velvet groaned, shoving himself to his hooves and surveying the damage. A shiny white angel was beside him, one wing busted, the other broken in half. Vetch shook his head to clear it, then flexed each of his limbs. Legs were okay, ears were okay, neck was alright, tail was...
AHHHH, HIS TAIL!!!! Vetch screamed at the top of his lungs, falling onto the floor in a dramatic sobbing heap. His tail, his beautiful precious fluffy tail! It hurt! It huuuuurt!
"The hell?" Lenta shouted, poking her head through the doorway from the kitchen. Her eyes widened as she saw Vetch, crying helplessly, with the ornament beside him. She dropped the pan of green bean casserole she had been cooking onto the stovetop, tugging her oven mitts off as she ran to the living room.
"Vetch!" The guardian scooped her little Velvet up, whipping him around, looking for injuries. She saw none. Lenta sighed with relief, then, seeing that Vetch hadn't shut up, tucked him into the folds of her shirt and grabbed her coat.
His tail! Ohhh, his tail! Woe was he! He'd never be able to romp in the garden again! Vetch moaned, flopping around in Lenta's grip as he lamented his rompless fate. As Lenta slipped her coat on and grabbed her car keys, Vetch cast a pained look over at the Christmas tree, then spat at it. Pixie dust his furry behind! He'd stick to being a llama for now, thanks very much. A llama with a busted tail and siblings who dressed him up for their own amusement... Oh, cruel world! Oh, sad destiny! Oh.... shat! Lenta was grabbing her purse and his crate! She was gonna take him to the vet!!
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 10:39 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 6:20 pm
Quote: 7-23-06
So much has happened with Vetch since my last journal entry... I can never seem to make enough time to sit down and write!!
First off, Kailee has FINALLY stopped dressing him up... She's run out of ideas. Vetch seems to have an outfit for every YEAR in his dress-up box now!! He's been collecting a bunch of things from around the house to act as props. Can you believe he's gathered up a bunch of toothpicks? Tryst says he's gonna use them as swords!!! They seem a bit small for him, but why would Tryst lie about something like that?
Second, Vetch has been spending more time INSIDE instead of OUTSIDE... Which brings me to believe that he needs more Velvet interaction and less TV time. That boy's head is filling up full of characters from shows, and he ought to be out imagining his own!
Third, Vetch has been refusing to eat anything but baby spinach leaves for the past week. It's driving me CRAZY, and we now have a tab at the local grocery store because of it. gonk At least he's eating healthy... But I doubt having that much of ANYTHING is really all that good for you! Well, it's better than grass, I suppose.
Fourth (yes, there's more!), i've been noticing Vetch acting peculiar every time Kailee's girlfriend visits... He seems to be ultra-shy, and gets angry when she tries to touch him. I'll have to look into it. Vetch isn't usually that picky about who pets him (*coughattentionwhore*), so it's unusual.
Aaaand that's it for now. heart
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 6:42 pm
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