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 Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 3:38 pm
Dear Journal,
And so I woke up today. And there was Rituk. He is a beautiful creature, you know. Currently I am trying to teach him how to speak - he learns rather quickly and tries to follow me around most everywhere I go. By now I think he knows not to follow me out the door, which is a relief. If anyone in this bustling metropolis saw Rituk they might just drop dead!
Anyhow, teaching him takes up much of my time and now I must go to sleep. I am glad the orb of Rituk founds it's way to me. I am glad that I get to go through this strange, magically invigorating experience. - Cecil
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 5:13 pm
Dear Journal,
Rituk is amazing. I wish I knew more about him, or it - thus far it - er, he - seems genderless. Where he came from. We speak sometimes now. I'll read to him every now and again as well. He enjoys it very much.
He alarmed me quite a bit the other day. Apparently lighting the candles has gotten him ideas, for he can produce flame. Flame! On his own! No tools! He laughs at me when I gape at him for doing such things, but should I not be shocked, awed, or amazed? Every day I feel as if I know less and less about this world that I live in. Every day. - Cecil
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2007 10:59 am
Dear Journal,
I have begun to take Rituk out and he adores it! I have never seen such a contented little child, for that it what I consider him. He is just like a little toddler with all of this!! I can't even describe the simple joy of it all, really. I just have to convince him not to mess with fire in public - quite a rude awakening to find out that he's quite the little pyro-maniac!
In any case, he enjoys very much to go to places such as parks and gardens - simple places that can provide easy entertainment. I only wish I knew more about him. Why he is mine and not someone else's. I want to know more.
- Cecil
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 3:18 pm
Dear Journal,
Sometimes I get the strange feeling that life has never been better. Rituk and I like to walk - or in his case do whatever he does... - to the park everyday and we have been largely enjoying ourselves. Taking care of Rituk is like taking care of a silly little boy - it is enjoyable! I still have yet to meet another person such as myself with something - someone like Rituk.
I have a feeling he is quickly developing in mind and personality and he shows it as well. He's really rather fiesty when I think about it, and he whines when I won't let him mess around with my computer. Currently I am teaching him to read and write and as of late he is curious as to what I write in you, journal. Who knows? Perhaps I will show him. Or just get the little nag his own journal. Luckily he is a lovable nag at that.
- Cecil
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 3:28 am
Dear Journal~
after watching cecil i can finaly write in his journal i am so happy
- Rituk
Dear Journal,
As you can probably see, Rituk has been thrilled at the idea of writing in you and he is still. I think he writes too well for someone I consider to be so... young. He learns more every day, it would seem. He is rapid when it comes to that. Learning. He truly wants to be good at it, too. I'd actually only give it a few more days before he can speak with the vocabulary of about a twelve-year-old. After that the next obstacle will be decent writing, not that the little monster doesn't already do a decent enough job - I suppose I just want to see how much more he can learn for some reason.
Ah, well, it would seem it is 'walk time'. Did I mention considering getting Rituk a leash?
- Cecil
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 4:19 am
Dear Journal~
Cecil doesn't like to show me how he does this that much. I think hes disturbed at how fast i got it
- Rituk
Dear Journal,
Writing and reading lessons. I don't happen to have much tolerance for them at all. They're exhausting and Rituk gets easily frustrated with them. He admittedly is not the best student, but then again, I'm not the best teacher. I suppose I have low tolerance as well. In any case, it's time to sleep. Rituk is an exhausting person/thing.
- Cecil
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 6:21 am
Dear Journal~
Cecil's gone but I'm writing anyway. He just bought me my own journal to write in. I guess maybe I should start with things about myself? I don't know. Cecil says I am a rapid learner, but things seem to be going so slow to me! Now all he does is give me a dictionary to look at so I can learn the vocabulary. I guess I should start with something about myself. There's no doubt I'm a Dragon, Cecil is sometimes scared I'll set this place on fire. Umm... I also like shiny things. I hide them in the air conditioning vents so Cecil won't try and call them trash and take them away! Anyway, I think I'll hide this in the vents, too. If Cecil read it he'd know where I put my hoard!
- Rituk
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 6:53 pm
Dear Journal,
Here I am, again. I guess I know more of the world now. I have met others like me, you know. But... different. Sometimes I can see Cecil looking at me, and I can tell that he is sad. Maybe it's because he can't locate my hoard, journal. That is what I tell myself it is. Still, there seems to be some other meaning to it all, which confuses me. He looks at me like I'm something shiny that he wants but can't have. Like maybe I'm fake. It bothers me, journal.
That and... Cecil doesn't want to stay with me. He's always with one boyfriend or another, ignoring me. Why do I make him sad?
- Rituk
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 7:03 pm
Still just a kid.
Rituk was draped across Cecil's bed, gazing off to something invisible in the distance. The Dragon was disturbingly deep in thought for just an Undera and he looked very bothered by something. He looked close to tears, really. It was Cecil who walked in and saw this.
"What's wrong, Rituk?" The human didn't really look as if he were concentrating too terribly on his charge.
"Nothing." Rituk's voice was hollow and his lips formed into a small and immature pout. Nothing quite obviously meant everything the way he said it. It was clear that the young Dragonet was frustrated.
"...I see." Cecil shrugged to himself, glancing to the book encrusted in ridiculous plastic jewels that Rituk had absentmindedly pulled to his chest. "I see you've been writing in your journal. Care if I read?"
"No. You can't read it." Rituk responded defensively, shooting a dark little glare to Cecil.
"...Rituk, tell me what's going on." Cecil frowned.
"You keep acting like I don't exist! That's what's wrong! And then you'll stare at me and I'll make you unhappy!" Rituk hissed vehemently.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Cecil was suddenly stoic.
"Yes, you do, Cecil. You used to like me and read me stories." Rituk looked on the verge of tears as he spoke. "And now you don't! You ignore me and always go with your boyfriend!"
"But... I thought... maybe you didn't want attention like that. That's what you do with little kids, Rituk. You're going to grow up, and probably even have legs soon enough." That was completely it. Cecil felt that Rituk was quickly growing away from him.
"But I'm here right now!" Rituk objected. "I'm not even that old!"
"Rituk..." Cecil sighed.
"Read me a story." Rituk begged hollowly, looking suddenly hopeful.
"Fine."
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 8:08 am
Sorrow
Rituk watched the stars from the top of the apartment building, his eyes flickering lightly as he did so. He extended his arm, as if to take one of the sparkling entities from the sky. The arm was quickly dropped when the impossibility of this clearly became impossible. A sigh escaped his lips.
Something like sorrow polluted his system; sorrow he did not know was from some unknown past. The Dragon's eyes flicked shut and he stayed in place where he had sprawled himself across the pavement on the roof. Sorrow, sorrow. He could not comprehend the feeling and nor did he want to. It felt related to death, which was somewhere the Undera was not willing to tread.
He slowly opened his eyes again, slowly examining the dead garden that had apparently been planted up here years ago. It was clear that it still tried to grow by looking at the wilted flowers, but it stood no match against the chill winds that reached the top of the apartment building.
Cecil had told him it would snow soon. He had said snow was shiny, white, and wet. A soft smile forced its way onto Rituk's lips as he imagined this, and he curled into a comfortable ball, his eyes still probing the night sky for something like a shooting star.
Just as with the seasons, he could feel that things were changing rapidly. He knew the change would be the last thing he wanted, but it would surely come. He'd just have to deal.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 8:42 am
Dear Journal,
Boredom. The worst kind of thing there is. Cecil is out, like he usually is these days. He appears to have convinced himself more and more every day that I am merely a figment of his imagination. Which I am not. ...Am I? He doesn't speak to me anymore. He doesn't want to. I was a brief part of his life apparently come and gone by now. The distance between us now is sickening. I hide whenever he comes home.
We don't want to see eachother or know that one of us exists. That would be too hard for us to comprehend or understand so we instead turn to our own devices. I think he knows that I've grown more intelligent since emerging from the orb. He understands that. I merely worry for him now. And I worry for myself. What is going to become of me? Where is the end of this growth? This road?
My own guardian does not seem to be aware of my existence. I find myself spending more and more time on the roof. I want to be away from this place.
- Rituk
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 8:48 am
Dear Journal,
I want him back. I want that small creature who used to hide aluminum foil behind the toilet back. Where has he gone? Ah, lamentation. I never see him anymore. You can tell how far apart we are growing. It hurts me, truly. I don't quite understand him anymore as he grows, but I would like to. Instead there is only a gap. A horrible misunderstanding.
I know he goes up to the roof often these days. I often see him there, and many a time have I searched for his journal when he is gone up there. Still, the searches are rather futile. Along with his gained maturity he has also learned to hide things much better. His treasures. He does not appear to understand that he is one of my own treasures, something I'd like to keep close that keeps leaving me. He's like a child to me still, one that I never want to grow up.
One day I know he will go for good and that I will never see him again. I don't want that day to come. I want to stay with my little Dragon for as long as we have. I must make that clear to him.
- Cecil
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