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 Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 8:46 am
 When he arrived at the group lair, Camus was disoriented and simply wanted a place to lay his head where he wouldn't be under someone else's feet. After a bit of searching, he found that place, and made it his own.
Camus' name is inscribed outside the main door, letting those who can read it know who is living there.
 Main Room The entry room is likely the least furnished, and it is the place where Camus spends the least amount of time, really. A fur rug warms the floor, a table and benches settled in one corner for when he actually entertains company. A small chest is settled against one wall, closed and locked. There are two curtained doorways that lead into the Herb Room and the Kitchen. Herb Room A doorway from the left wall of the entry room leads to a large interior garden area. There are beds with herbs growing that seem to thrive in the cave-like setting, brought there by Camus himself. While his main garden is outside, this is where he keeps the plants that are too delicate to survive the changing seasons. There are many kinds here, from those that make dye-quality colours to medicinal herbs that he tends to in case they are needed. Two tables are shoved together, scattered with notes and poultices that he makes from his garden. There is also a small bed here, for the frequent nights when he works himself to exhaustion. It also doubles as a guest bed if needed. Kitchen Opposite the main door into the lair, another curtained doorway leads into the kitchen. A large stove heats this room and the others in the lair, and is the focal point of the room. There are baskets and boxes here and there for storing food and collecting waste, and a large table that is the preparation area. A second doorway leads off of this room, to the right of the entryway. Master Bedroom From the kitchen, a curtained doorway leads into Camus' bedroom. The bed here is large, Camus choosing it out of instinct. It only reinforces his belief that there was someone he should be lairing with. A bookshelf rests against one wall, and the opposite area has been turned into a reading nook. Unfortunately, the bed and the memories that try to surface with it are so troubling that he usually avoids it and falls asleep on the couch. From the entrance, a small doorway leads off to the right. Bathroom The most private room in the lair, Camus took great pains to make this room a sanctuary of sorts. A large tub dominates the room, lit by numerous candles. A small shelf holds books so that he can read while he relaxes, and a fountain against one wall provides the soothing sound of flowing water. This is where Camus retreats when he's frightened, stressed or simply too upset to deal with anything or anyone else.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 8:48 am
 List format used with permission by Karma_K
Name: Camus (KAM-oo-ee)
Nicknames: None yet
Date of Birth: March 18, 2004
Parents: ???
Siblings: ???
Color: Red (PINK!)
Markings: Pale blue swirls
Hair Color: White with pale blue highlights
Eye Color: Sky blue
Talents: Reading, writing, herbology, gardening.
Mate: None
Children: None
Weapon Of Choice: N/A
Attire: No clothes yet.
Favorite Colors: Vibrant hues of purple, green and blue.
Favorite Foods: Raspberries, smoked fish, dried meats, shellfish.
Favorite Sound: Rain.
Favorite Weather: Cloudy days, but not completely overcast.
Favorite Scents: Drying herbs.
Superstitions: Believes that thunder is the sound of a monster in the sky above. So while he loves rain, he will huddle in his lair, terrified of the storm.
Languages Spoken: Fairy Dragon Language.
Dislikes: Loud noises, being startled.
Fears: Thunderstorms, forgetting everything again.
Personality: Most people see the pale pink Fairy Dragon and assume that he's a pushover. Camus' tendency to put others before himself also reinforces this. However, those who cross him or tread on one of his deep-seated beliefs quickly find out that it's the little ones you need to watch out for. Camus can snap quickly, although his attacks are nearly always verbal in nature. He wouldn't dream of actually harming another dragon physically, and only uses teeth and claws for hunting.
Camus also experiences mood swings, due to his locked memories. He remembers nothing of his time before coming to Orchestra, although he sometimes feels sensations of deja vu. He feels as though he's missing something... or more specifically, someONE in his life, and it troubles him that he can't remember. When he slips into melancholy, he generally pulls away and hides in his lair with his journal. His greatest fear is forgetting himself and everything else a second time, so he obsessively writes down everything of note that happens to him.
Background: Camus remembers nothing of his past, save for vague feelings of unease or deja vu. These feelings tend to send him into a depression at times, but he doesn't like others to see it.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 8:49 am
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A small, dark purple stone from Valentine.
Furs from Phoebus and Mayumi.
A blanket from Calliope.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 8:51 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 8:53 am
 ALL Fairy Dragons and their owners are permitted to post here.
Please keep any OOC comments in brackets or parenthesis. I would prefer that only IC comments be made, and any OOC be sent to me via PM, but if you must post OOC, please make sure it's bracketed. biggrin
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 8:54 am
 Feien Fairy Diary - My most in depth diary so far, and home to Yeande, Shalafi and Ankou, my three Feien Fairies.
Ieldi Diary - Home of Kujaku, a peacock Ieldi.
GMFC Diary - A place to read about the (mis)adventures of Raven and Kendall, the twin children of Youkochylde and Karma_K
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 8:55 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 8:56 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 9:26 am
 This is a Journal for Camus, a Fairy Dragon... a 'pet' whose artwork, as well as the rest of the artwork, ideas and concept for the Fairy Dragons are copyright to Shaoli. This particular Fairy Dragon's concept and personality were created by me, and this journal is the story of his life.
He is not for sale.
Nothing on this page or journal is for sale.
Do not post here unless you see your name in the Permissions post.
For ease of figuring out, here are the three diary 'headers' and what they mean:Thank you very much, and enjoy reading!
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 5:25 pm
 Cold...
Pale blue eyes drifted open slowly, wincing against the bright light of day as the fairy dragon took his first look at his surroundings.
This isn't where I was before...
But how did he know that? Wracking his memories didn't produce anything except a blank slate, the dragon having no recollection of where he'd come from... or how he'd gotten here.
Camus -because he DID remember who he was, after all- moved to get to his feet slowly, wings stretching out as if it were the first time they'd been extended in days. For all he knew, that could be the truth. The chill he'd felt had been from the ground, the earth cool to the touch and letting him know that the cold months would be coming soon.
How did he know that? Frowning softly, he got the feeling that he would be asking himself that a lot over the coming days. Brushing the dirt off of himself, he looked around a bit more, taking note of the trees and grass... and the large cavern-like opening above him. A lair? That's what it looked like...
And smelled like, he realised as he got closer. He could smell food, tanning supplies, fur, fruits, other dragons... but he didn't see any right away upon entering. His first look into a few of the lairs revealed that there WERE others here... they just weren't in attendance at the moment. After a bit of searching, he found a set of rooms that seemed to be bare, without a resident. Quickly deciding that this was to his advantage, Camus staked his claim to the lair by taking a claw and scratching a few marks at the entryway. It was his symbol, he remembered, just staring at it for a few moments with a smile. He remembered THAT too.
Looking around the lair, he sighed softly, making a mental note of what would be needed to make it 'home'. Once that list was firmly in his mind, he turned and set out to start seeing what he could scavenge from the woods outside.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 6:03 pm
 Curling up in his new lair, Camus smiled softly and glanced around at the still-empty area. He had found a few large leaves that were currently hung to dry, and that would make good 'curtains' for the doors when they were ready. A few sheets of gifted parchment were resting underneath one hand while a chunk of charcoal that he'd managed to get from a cooled firepit worked as a crude writing utensil. He wanted to write down everything, so that if his memory failed him again, he'd at least have a point of reference this time.
He curled up in the furs gifted to him from Phoebus and Mayumi, and his off hand toyed with the dark stone Valentine had given him. Smiling in contentment, he began to write.Camus I am writing this so that I can remember should my memory fail me once again. This new place is wondrous, without a doubt, and there seem to be many friendly dragons about in a communal lair system. I have a place here as well, an area with five rooms that I've been able to find, and have claimed for my own. It is still empty, but that will change with time, I know.
I met several dragons today. A gold named Phoebus and his mate, Mayumi, and their son, Connor. They presented me with several furs that are making my first night here much better than it could have been. At least I don't have to sleep on the cold floor tonight.
A blue named Kismet gave me a medicinal potion to drink, saying that it would stave off sickness when the cold months come. The fact that he would give a stranger precious medicine is amazing to me, and I intend to make myself useful to those around me so that I do not betray that trust.
Another red, like myself only darker, named Valentine gave me a dark purple stone. While he said that it was nothing special, I believe it's the most beautiful shade I have seen in a very long time. When I am able to find some of the dye-producing plants in this land, I will have to see if I can duplicate the colour for some of my own trappings.
The last I met was only briefly, a little blue named Calliope. She seemed to be Kismet's daughter. A rather energetic little thing, she is.
There was a green there as well, but I didn't catch her name... I'll have to make a note of it when next I see her.
To make it easier for others to find me, I scratched my name outside of the entrance of my lair. Perhaps it will arouse curiosity of those I haven't met?
I do not know why I have such a draw towards plants... but perhaps I worked with them in the past and simply do not remember it? It amazes me that I know about dyes and such... and what plants may just bring about the right shades. Kismet seems to be the resident healer here, perhaps I should talk to him and see if a herbalist is needed to keep supplies going?
Perhaps I should get some plants first and see if I can actually make them grow, or am having delusions of adequacy.
For now, I believe I will get some rest. Today was traumatizing, delightful and fulfilling all at once... and I have a long day ahead tomorrow.
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2004 9:48 pm
It had been a productive day, really. Camus was pleased with how the lair was shaping up. All it had really needed was a good cleaning, a bit of airing out... and he'd started moving in some things that had been gifted to him and that he'd found. The rooms were now seperated by hanging leaves, and also by some curtains that he'd managed to scrounge. After cleaning them, they suited very well and he nestled into his furs on the large bed that he'd made useable in the far room of the lair. A few stubby candles here and there lit his way, and he smiled as he lay his head against his arm and wrote.Quote: Today was strange... a bit melancholy and perhaps quite a bit more moody than I'd hoped. I spoke with Kismet and Valentine again. We were talking about memories, and people we missed. I continue to get the feeling that I SHOULD be missing someone... that there's a piece of my life that I can't quite grasp. It confuses me at the best of times, and makes me profoundly sad at the worst.
I know that the others are here for me, and even Valentine said as much. Part of me wants to take him up on that offer... but another part feels that it's wrong of me to do so. If I get into the habit of lairing with someone just because I don't want to be alone, then I'm selling myself short and will likely wind up with a reputation I don't want.
But who am I waiting for?
That is the part htat haunts me the most. Sometimes I wake up and one hand goes to the side, looking for someone. I can feel pale hair slipping through my fingers like a ghost... but when I turn to look, he's not there.
He. Somehow, even though I don't remember, I DO know that it's a he. Doesn't that just defeat the purpose of procreation, however? It's not like I can just make eggs out of thin air. But if I WAS one of the ones that kept to their own for company... shouldn't there be more that are the same way? Kismet is strange... sometimes I swear he's interested in Valentine by the way he seems so embarrassed around him. But he has a mate as well. Valentine also made an offer last night, and I desperately wanted to take him up on it. But again, I don't wish to be known as one with loose morals simply because I'm lonely.
I wish I had the answers. I wish I had the memories that continue to elude me.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 5:12 am
Sighing, Camus curled up in the pile of furs he'd dragged into the herb room. He looked to the curled up figure on the bed, making certain that Valentine was resting comfortably and hadn't gotten worse. He'd made certain the other red hadn't fallen asleep right away, not after taking that hit to the head like he had... it was frightening to think that he could have died if he'd been allowed to fall asleep. The pale red dragon opened the book in his lap, taking out a quill and the small vial of ink that he still had left.Camus It has been a few hours since Valentine's accident. I've been keeping tabs on him as best I can, and am waiting for the healer, Kismet, to come and take a look at him. I have been noting any changes as they happen and writing them down so that I can give him a detailed account when he finally arrives.
It seems as though little Ryou was more ambitious in her hunting than the rest of us, and wasn't satisfied with rabbits alone. She stalked Valentine for a good distance, then pounced on him as she'd seen me do with the rabbit.
I don't think Valentine knew what hit him.
When I found him with Calliope, he was dazed and wanted to sleep. I'm not certain how I remember this, but I DO remember that with an injury like that, the worst thing that can happen is for them to go to sleep. Dragons who fall asleep after that hard a hit generally don't wake up. Again, I'm not certain HOW I remember this. Perhaps it has something to do with the melancholy I feel when others talk of their mates.
Is that why my mate isn't here?
For now, Valentine seems to be resting quite well. There is no fever and no tossing or turning. His breathing is regular and strong, as is his heartbeat. He doesn't seem pale or shakey in any way, and waking him up DOES produce the desired effect, so I know he's not going to just drift off and die on us. I couldn't leave him out in the main lair with no one to watch over him, so I brought him back here. I'm suddenly very glad that I have an extra bed in the herb room. Granted, it's where I usually collapse when I'm too tired to make it to the bedroom, but it will suffice for now.
I went and retrieved the rabbit I'd caught as well. There wasn't enough meat to feed the both of us, so I've got it cooking in a stew right now. My explorations yesterday led me to find some winter roots and some of the fall vegetables that were still good. It'll be enough for the both of us, I hope. If not, Valentine needs the strength far more than I do right now.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 6:39 pm
Once the curtain came down between the bedroom and kitchen, Camus paused and let his fingers trail over the plain fabric lightly. Calentine was doing a bit better... and Kismet was a healer, he would help. Other than providing the bed for them to rest in and fetching water, Camus felt reasonably useless at the moment.
He moved into the herb room, languishing in the heady scent of drying leaves. It was a pity Valentine hadn't been able to take it... this really was a calming scent once one got used to it. Scooping up the pile of furs that he'd been resting on earlier, Camus dropped them onto the narrow bed and scooped up the book that had been laying there as well. It was his journal... his lifeline, so to speak.
The pale red was deathly afraid of forgetting again. Of forgetting his friends and all the things he'd experienced here so far. While the thoughts were still fresh in his mind, he picked up the quill and the nearly empty ink vial as well, and opened the book as he moved to sprawl across the bed. The inkwell was carefully set on the stone at the head of the bed as he dipped the pen into it and began to write.Camus The healer, Kismet, is with Valentine now. They're both exhausted, for differing reasons I'm certain. I didn't want to disturb them, and I have a feeling that sleep will be a long time in coming. I'm glad I was able to help, in whatever small a way... but I feel horrid now as well.
The young blue, Calliope, came to see about Valentine. While I know she was worried and meant well, it seemed that she was interested in her own ideas rather than listening to the healer in this case. It was even more aggravating because the healer is her own father. I felt as though she didn't have Valentine's interests in mind, only her own.
Either way... I snapped at her when she tried to order us to put Valentine down. We were moving him at Kismet's direction... and I believe that a healer would know best in this situation. I grew angry, and was rather short tempered because of my own weariness. I shouldn't have yelled at her. I know that now. Perhaps tomorrow I can find her and apologize.
I still retain my original belief, however... when a healer is working, LET THEM WORK. Kismet obviously knows more about this than I, or Calliope.
For now, however, I am letting both him and Valentine rest in my room. It's not a great loss, I hardly use the bed anyway. They're welcome to stay there as long as they need.
Tomorrow, also, I need to go out hunting again. One rabbit was barely enough for the stew, and I'm keeping it heated for the two of them should they wake. Valentine needs his strength, and Kismet needs to be able to work on him properly. Perhaps this is why I'm tired, as well.
May...i sh...ask Ca...
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2004 5:28 pm
Yawning softly, Camus blinked his eyes open and the first thing he saw was ink... all over himself. Damn, he whispered, pushing himself up and shaking off sleep as he looked at the mess. At least he hadn't had much ink left... and the only bit that had stained the bedcovers was that which had been on the quill itself.
Way to ruin a fur.
Snarling faintly to himself, Camus got up and set the journal aside, then walked to the small fountain-ish sink in the room, splashing the cool water on his face. He felt WORLDS better after that and moved to head through the lair to check on Valentine.
Valentine was still there... but Kismet was gone. In a way, it was a good sign... if Kismet had felt confident enough to leave him for a while, that meant Valentine was doing better! Camus took the now-dry cloth from the other red's forehead and soaked it in the bathroom sink before wringing it out and coming back to replace it on the other dragon once more. He was resting well at least.
Food.
That was a disturbing thought that came to Camus then, remembering that he had little meat and at least one guest. Valentine would be alright for a little bit at least, and Camus moved to slide the curtain closed again and give the other dragon some quiet as he headed out into the main lair. He would have to hunt.
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