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 Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 10:42 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 12:08 pm
- A book titled "Wind in the Willows"
When opened, a note is seen on the first page written in silver ink in slightly cursive handwriting. Quote: Dear Taren,
I hope you like your gift. Merry X'mas!
From, your Secret Santa
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 9:21 am
Christmas!
Like all children his age Taren was infected with the excitement of Christmas at that most tender age when the season came fully alive and Santa seemed as real as the snow that feel around them and the chill weather and the lights and the songs and the cookies and treats that provided a much needed sugar rush to keep up with everything that was going on. Taren might not have been human but he was still a child. Still glowed with excitement and happiness at the mention of presents and huffed and complained about the delay in venturing out into the snow while his poor Mother did the best she could to protect him against the cold.
It was all fun and what’s more as it was Christmas the rest of the family came to join Silen in her small flat, although people like Sin’s adopted brother was banished to the nearest motel to save on space all the furniture still had to be cleared for fold out beds and the tree and of course the mounting pile of shinny boxes and collared containers which rattled and thudded enticingly when Shaken. Sin had to keep a close eye on the pile chasing away itching fingers several times. But she loved it as much as anyone, as hectic, chaotic and wonderful as it was. At least that was the days leading up to Christmas, during this time in the excitement and hustle even Taren forgot his shyness, he got highly attached to Tempest and in return the dragon hound Anthro Spent much time as baby sitter while Sin slipped out on last minute arrangements. The big day arrived all too soon for the harried demon.
“Taren.” Silen whispered gently, her small charge in her lap his blankie held tightly in clawed hands as he nuzzled sleepily in her chest. After warm milk and cookies he was dozing, of course he had wanted to stay up all night and see Santa but it wasn’t going to happen. Sin lifted the boy gently in her arms shifting his head onto her shoulder and his body cradled in her arms. It was the night before Christmas and Flint and Tempest where playing checkers in front of the fire. Tempest thrashing the rat soundly with 7 games to 2, but that was a good thing considering the blue rat crowed outrageously at the smallest victory and told Tempest he was only letting her win because he felt generous at Christmas...yea right . At least he quietened down as Sin walked past with the sleeping boy in her arms.
And the next thing he would know would be the enveloping softness of his bed, the covers pulled around small shoulders as he smiled and yawned. “Good Night Tarry. Sleep well hun.” He was already asleep having struggled so valiantly for so long he was now even to exhausted for a story.
Back to Flint and Tempest and with eggnogs in hands and paws they started to pack up the game Flint still insisting that he was still in the end (by some default that existed in his own imaginings) the winner. After some affectionate argument he agreed to a draw and they finished helping their host lay out the rest of the presents, fill the stockings each filling up the others of course and then fold out the beds before she bid the two good night and retreated for her own rest.
“Mum! Mummy!”
Sin groaned and blinked as she glanced at the clock. “Mummy santa came!” Taren exclaimed in delight. He was clutching a stocking in his hands that was practically bursting at the seams and various things threatened to spill out the top, although Taren was diligent he lost not a single one.
The next few hours (once sin had hauled herself out from semi conciseness, in to almost conscious mode) were spent discovering a stocking filled with everything from plastic mole Figures to Chocolate coated Crickets which of course the boy loved. A few practical items like socks had been thrown in for good measure but it wasn’t something that even seemed to register.
Next the real works began,…well first a few more hours of sleep before it was time to get up and shove the bird in the oven and set it cooking. Flint and Tempest prodded into wakefulness to help with the preparations as the beds where folded and the table set in their place, after all there wasn’t much room in the apartment,, but the rest of the family were soon pouring in anyway. Gale, Sin’s older brother. A collections of Demons that Sin seems to have connections to. Enye the family Pard who would not miss out on the food and a number of others. It was hectic…it was Christmas in all it’s glory and work it makes you glad it only comes once a year. Taren of course retreated behind his mother’s legs. To many people making him revert right back to his shy state. The work paid off through, eating of course went much faster than cocking but the room was thick with laugher and chatter and Taren sat on his mothers lap most of the time looking at it all with wide eyes behind thick glasses. And even with his silence he still enjoyed it in his own way. Just watching. Everyone seemed so happy it was hard to be scared.
Well there was that and the fact each new guest added more presents under the tree.
The present opening turned into quite the event with people admiring their own presents and others as they all crammed into the small space. Taren who was as near to the tree as he could get was soon quite happily lost in wrapping paper. The day went quickly and extended long into the night. Taren and some of the demons children playing with their new toys completely absorbed while the adults chatted. But it had to end and at around 9pm people started to trickle out. It was a glorious day, the apartment was in a mess but it was ignored and Taren was lulled to sleep with a reading of his new book. The Wind in the Willows.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 9:22 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 1:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 11:06 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 11:10 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 11:13 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 2:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 6:32 am
The women peered at the letter for a while. It had been some time since she had any direct contact from them since Taren's illness which had scared the life out of her and set her mind at none to kind a position towards the whole pack of them. After all their screw up had caused the death of one child. A and almost hers. It sent a violent shiver down her spine at the thought. It was only due to the good doctor that a cure had been found. Why make children that were going to suffer and possibly die? She sighed. Of course Taren insisted on returning to check on his egg as well. Bless him.
She looked at the other letters that had come in the mail that Morning. Bill, bill, bill, bill and just for a change, another bill.
Ugh. Well they would be dealt with when she got this big order filled and the program up and running but in the mean time she walked through to her study and dumped the pile on Flint who was lounging in front of the telly. "Would you go and get a Job already!" She demanded "Lazy Rat, your not pulling your weight." the blue furred rodent frowned and waved his finger at her "Hey I take offence to that." Silen just rolled her eyes. "Why? You are a rat and you are lazy!" Flint parted his muzzle wanting to further argue this point but his mind drew a blank on what he could say. Silen smiled in satisfaction and motioned towards the paper. "See,just look and see if there is anything in the want adds I have to send this back." she told him waving the D-corp letter, quickly tugging it out of harms way as Flint made a grab for it.
Turning on her heel she vanished into the study before more protests could arise.
Time to see to have a go at the letter.
Dear Bastards...
She paused and shook her head, as might as the old rebel in her screamed that she deffinatly wanted to keep that and any backfire would be worth the look on their faces she shook her head and deleted it to start again. Quote: To Mr Rikery. I am writing in response to your recent letter to provide you with an update on the Mole child Taren. I believe in my last letter of this kind I informed you of his server reluctance to wear clothes. That seems to have been solved by the especially cold winter that visited us this year. I would not let him out without several layers on and of course he's old enough to feel the cold and soon realised it was better to listen than be stubborn about it. He still dislikes wearing to many layers of clotheing but will wear a pair of green cargo shorts and bare feet or sandles with some coaxing. I even managed to find him a hard hat in a similar colour that satisfies him and me by offering some protection when working on his tunnels. The same tunnels that have also forced a change in his glasses which are now prescription goggles. Before I got them he lost three pairs in various cave ins and accidents but so far the goggles have proved most effective in standing up against the abuse. As for his other clothes, they all seem to remain in his favourite colours of blue and/or purple. Luckily he still seems to be growing slower than most kids and remains pretty short so I don't have to replace them to often. Apart from when he gets his claws caught in them. As for social and mental development, his memory still astounds me. It's much better than mine and he can often memorize what you say to him word for word. Unlike most children he also seems to remember back to his first few years with me. On the social side of things he is slowly gaining in confidence but the illness knocked him back severely so some of the friends and contacts he was building up then seem to have fallen by the way side. I still find him in his room cuddling his old tattered blue blankie sometimes when he's upset. But in general I have faith that he will again start to come out of his shell. As much as I hate to admit it (since I can see it being about as beneficial to the furniture as a earthquake) a dragon might well help further in this as well. Signed S.Nickoles.
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 6:43 am
Silen was riding a cloud elephant through a fountain of computer microchips when an obnoxious shrill sound cut through her illusion's. She tried to shut the bloody thing out through sheer force of will but it was not to be and the elephant evaporation as she jerked into the world of the living. Al through leery eyed and about as coordinated as a lion on a unicycle 'living' might have been too strong of a word.
What the hell was the time? Her eyes (still struggling to focus) twitched to the illuminated red numbers on her digital clock. 5am. Someone had a death wish. Slowly becoming more aware of her surroundings she grabbed at her cell on the side and flipped it up, she had full intended to give the asshat on the other end a piece of her mind but it came out as more of a feral growl. "Miss Nicholes." a voice squeaked at the other end, so timidly she almost felt bad for the growl...almost. "Miss Nicholes I am calling to inform you we need you to bring your child..Taren down to the D-corp lab right away." Silen had now pushed herself up into a rough sitting position "why?" she demanded "It's my pleasure to inform you that your adopted childs dragon is ready to hatch." At 5 bloody am...really? Just her luck she guessed. Half of her still begging her to slam the phone down or at least press the disconnect button she knew she didn't have much choice and promised to be there.
Taren was dreaming of eating glowing mushrooms in a glass house that were slowly making him exude his own luminescent colouring when he was roughly shaken awake,"ugh." he rolled over and blinked up with beady little eyes, although it was his nose that confirmed the identity of his unwanted alarm clock "Mum?" he groaned yawning and reaching out for his specs. "What time is it? Is something wron..dbkhdkja!" he made an odd vocal flailing noise as some of the clothes that were already being tossed at him hit his face. What was the big rush? "Tarrie, your dragon is hatching the techs say we need to be there now." He mother informed him with a smile although he was sure she was looking at his bed longingly for a minute and not him. As soon as he heard that his eyes went even wider behind the magnifying lens and despite the early hour he was full awake in seconds.
He started yanking on clothing so fast he would have several more holes to show for it from the careless application of his claws but it didn't matter. He slipped on shoes, ignoring the need for socks and tugged his mother forcefully to the front door. Both looked true to what they were, like thay had both just gotten out of bed, Tarne's hair stuck out in cow-licks and off angels while his mothers braid was coming undone and her eyes were rigged with dark circles, made more obvious by the poor women's harried expression. "come on mum, we have to hurry." the mole boy demanded as they both raced to the D-corp incubation room, Taren's perfect memory guiding them through mazes of hallways and corridors even in the semi- dark.
However as they reached the fateful door that lead to his future Taren came to a stop and suddenly reached out for his mother. Looking at the imposing metal barrier suddenly he wasn't quite overenthusiastic. What' more he was awake enough to realise his future life partner breaking out of its shell inside had claws and teeth and well..what if it didn't like him? He felt a reassuring squeeze against the soft part of his spade like hands and looked up. "Whats wrong sweetie. I thought you wanted to see your dragon." Taren squeezed back and took a step back his breath hitching. "But what if it all goes wrong? Wh..what if the dragon hates me? What if..." he paused and had to catch his breath he was almost hyperventilation. Silen quickly knelt and put tired heavy arms around her boy in a hug. "Then I am right here with you Taren and trust me, me and the techs will do everything in our power to make sure it doesn't go wrong."
Taren looked unconvinced and wriggled in her "I hate the techs." he told her and his mother smiled tiredly "I know but I'll be right here, promise." she told him, eventually seeing the nod of his head she pressed the door to go into the incubation chamber and the pair walked inside.
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