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 Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 6:15 pm
Nosey Little People, Aren't You?  Name: Albaine Cerranthe
D.O.B. : March 3rd, 1643
D.O.D. : March 2nd, 2009
Age: 368 years old
Species: Human Branch Transformationist
Spirit Animal: Cockroach
Power: Teleportation
Parents: Dead
Siblings: None
Mate: None
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 6:29 pm
Bio I was born in the United Sates back during its early days, though my childhood is really none of your business. If you really must know, my mother was a kindly woman, and my father was a drunken fool. My mother died when I was a young child, and my father followed soon afterwards. I was sent to live with my Uncle at the age of 12.
At the age of 16 I met and fell in love with the b***h who would much later kill me for doing her a favor. Had I known better, I would have just let her marry the damn fool and moved on with my life.
What a fool I was, thinking that perhaps I could make her see the light. What a fool I was for believing her lies later on, which led to my death. What a fool...well, I won't be making that mistake again.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 6:33 pm
March 2nd Tonight I found myself lying dead on the floor of a church, and to my surprise I wound up on a strange island called Namiah. I met a couple of others, a human-like namir like myself and another one who seemed different from a normal one, though I only realized it later. They told me a bit about this place, this peaceful anarchy. Seems like an oxymoron, doesn't it?
Afterward I found myself in the home of a human girl who seemed to know me, strangely enough. She provided me some food and shelter, but there's something about her that I just can't trust. I wonder what is going to happen to me...
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 6:22 pm
March 3rd
Looks like yet another birthday has crept around to say hello again. Can't say it's been a happy one considering the circumstances, but my birthdays have rarely been good. It could have been worse though.
Today I met another human formed namir, and he told me we were called anthros. We exchanged some words with one another, and I discovered that he and I had some experiences in common. It was a rather nice chat, actually. He seemed to be a very nice individual. I doubt I'll never see him again though. Oh well. It's not like I could really trust him to understand why I did what I did long ago. People rarely do.
In other news, I discovered that my powers have taken a serious cut. I noticed while being pestered by a "human" before I encountered the aforementioned anthro. Needless to say I'm very surprised and irritated at this, though it's better to find out now rather then during a critical time.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 6:39 pm
March 5th
Today I felt a combination of anger and depression. Rather annoying, actually, because it means that I'm still not over that b***h. Ah, well...guess I can only hope these feelings are going to be short-lived.
I eventually walked my way to the clearing. I learned that this was the name for the area where all the namrah gather to interact with one another. I was astounded by the sheer number of them, all in one place. I wasn't expecting there to be so many.
Another anthro came to speak with him. If I recall correctly, his name was Nykto. He irritated me some, though I couldn't tell if it was him or if it was just my normal aggravation for today. It was probably both. I remember being appalled at the gall he had for giving me advice when he hardly even knew me. Granted I had to cut him some slack, since I've done the same thing once or twice in my lifetime. Maybe a few more times than that.
He apparently lived a life of predictability. He had known every turn his life was meant to take before coming to this place. Now, having lived a life where nothing was certain, even my own life, I found myself pitying this poor fellow for such a lifetime of what must have been boredom. Only for a moment though. I honestly can't stand to pity others, even for a moment. It's such a wretched emotion.
He said he would probably tire of this life of peace, having been accustomed to war and destruction. He also said that Namiah seemed to have a hidden quality to it, something indicative of an underlying tale, something that certainly would shake the peaceful atmosphere the island currently has. It seemed as if he was longing for this hidden aspect to reveal itself soon. To be frank, I hope it doesn't. My life has been full of turmoil, and I'd rather my chance for at least a semblance of normalcy in a peaceful land not be ravaged by an imminent war. That'd just be my luck though.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 12:23 am
March 6th
Today I met a namir with golden fur who apparently wanted to make some wings so he could fly. I just about had a fit thinking about the sheer stupidity of this namir thinking that he could invent something to get him off the ground. I bet this poor fellow's Spirit Animal would have been a penguin had he been a human. I'm sure many a penguin has gazed up enviously at the sky to see bird soaring through the air with ease.
I suggested a hang glider, but he refused. He claimed he wanted to make something of his own design. I bet the next time I see him will be at the bottom of some canyon someplace with a pair of broken wings to match his broken neck, and I won't have a shred of pity for him. No, instead I'll probably laugh.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 12:55 am
March 7th
Today was surely the worst day I've had since coming here. Or at least so far. Who knows whether or not things will take a turn for the worse or not. They most likely will. Despite the given date of this entry, I am actually writing this on the 8th. By the end of this day I wasn't in any shape to write anything.
It started off with a mild annoyance in the form of a teen (he looked too big to be a kit) namir irritating me. At least I left that scene before it got ugly. I returned to the clearing later on that day and met an adult female namir named Sarai. She and I talked a little bit about love, and the many difficulties that surround it. I didn't tell her my story (she hardly needed to know that), but she told me hers about her fiancé disappearing without a trace and the the emotional dilema she faced regarding her feelings toward a new namir as well as her prior commitment.
I told her what I thought of it, and gave her some advice. I told her that if her heart had moved on, then perhaps she should move along with it. I don't know who this fiancé of hers was like, but should he return and find her with another man...well, he should know that it could be worse.
She appreciated the advice. She even went as far as to give me a hug and tell me I was a nice namir. It was...surprising. I'm not a very nice person honestly, so being told so threw me off. First impressions, I suppose. Well, she made a nice one. I wish her a happy life. Maybe I'll tell her my story if I see her again and decide that she can be trusted not to turn against me like everyone else in my life.
Thus ends the only good part of the day. Very soon afterwards I stupidly chose to not quit while I was ahead and return to the clearing. I honestly don't even know what I was expecting really. More good memories to hold dear to my heart? Ha! Not with my luck.
Instead I encountered a red and black namir who called me a rapist. And he kept calling me one, no matter what I said. Heck, one of the humans gave me candy for a laugh! And of course, some childlike namir had to come by, lured by the treat. The whole thing escalated and for a moment I thought that the anthro male I met before whom I found I could relate to (I believe one of the humans called him Kevin) had been absorbed into this ludicrous notion.
Of all things, why a rapist? Why was I accused of being one of the vilest beings on the face of the earth? Grouped with that filth who don't even deserve to be called people! In fact, I was being grouped with those lecherous fools who prey on young children no less, thanks to the candy provided by a human for laughs. Those are the worst kind...the ones who take a child's innocence away. Not only that, they take away their laughter, their happiness, and their ability to trust...it's a grim betrayal for those young children to be conned into going with these monsters only to discover too soon that the world is not a safe haven for them, and that they could be robbed of their well-being any moment.
I can't remember much after being that. It was all...black. Dark and cold...I woke up that morning still feeling exhausted and decided to write in here. At first I laughed at the idea of keeping a journal, I thought it was just some silly request by Sara for whatever reason she could possibly have (probably to read later). At least now I'm glad to have it. Writing these things out seems to help me calm down some. It's nice. I'm still not in a good mood, but at least it doesn't feel like I have a lead weight on my chest anymore.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 6:20 pm
March 8th
Today was a rather average day, aside from the fact that I was exhausted. Not much happened earlier in the day, other than being complimented by a "human" and being offered a cup of coffee by a man without a shirt on (which I refused). That's the second time a "human" has complimented my looks. I find it rather disturbing.
Later on that day I met an anthro with a lot of tails (I didn't think to count them, but there were a lot). At first I thought he was just scared of bugs, which was rather amusing. It was fun to use this against him for a little while, but after a moment I grew bored of it. After talking with him for a while, I discovered that when it comes to knowledge about insects, he is a complete idiot.
He did know something about the island though. Apparently a berry can turn a normal namir into an anthro like myself. Kind of strange, thinking that a berry could alter one's appearance like that. It also brought home the fact that I was a namir- no different than the other, four legged variety of namrah other than in appearance. It made me feel worse than I probably had any right to feel for some reason. Well, I'm sure it'll pass.
Afterwards I went and sat beneath a random tree to think and wound up eavesdropping on a couple of anthro women. One seemed rather strange for some reason, and she was an immortal like myself. She didn't act strangely, but something about her just seemed...off. The other was was a rather unpleasant woman whose name I'm not going to try to spell. She seemed mad or annoyed at something. I wonder if something happened to her.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 1:31 pm
March 9th
Today I was pestered by yet another flirting human girl. Do I really look like someone who'd enjoy being flirted with? I bet they do it mostly just to irritate me. That seems about right.
After that I stayed at home for a little while before going back out into the clearing where I encountered an anthro by the name of Janus who had a red band around his eyes, though I'm fairly certain he was capable of sight of some sort. He also seemed the type not to trust so easily, or he might take advantage of it, though it's hard to say much about someone so difficult to read.
He came here from another world, one in which there was no United States. It wasn't too strange, though each time I meet one I have to wonder how much they differ from those in my own world, and what kind of life they're accustomed to. Though here it does not seem to matter much, since we're all in the same place with nowhere else to go.
It was getting late, so I returned home to attempt to get some sleep, but found myself too restless to do so. Thus I wandered back out into the clearing, thinking that perhaps I could kill some time until I was tired enough to get some sleep. There I met the anthro from before, the one who seemed off to me for some unknown reason.
It was a very strange encounter to say the least, one in which I discovered that the cockroach who follows me around is different. Well, discovered is probably the wrong word for it since I already knew that she was somehow different from any other cockroach out there besides the fact that she insists on following me, but up until that point I'd been for the most part ignoring it. It brought me back to when I first came here and when I asked how she could have come with me from my old world and she said, "I've always been with you."
I suppose that the easiest explanation is that she is my soul, and I've heard that the easiest explanation is usually right. Still, the concept is so disturbing that I hardly want to believe it. After all, if she is my soul, then why is she outside of me? Why can everyone else see here just as clearly as they would be able to see any other cockroach? The idea that my soul is out there in the open for everyone to see makes me feel exposed, and I'm uncomfortable with that.
Well, maybe I can just say she's my pet and hope no one else decides to touch her otherwise they discover the truth. They don't need to know.
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 12:32 am
March 10th
When I wandered out into the clearing this night I encountered the same anthro woman whom I met before (the one with the sword and strange name, not the one who I saw on the 9th). She and I spoke a bit and after a few words she revealed her past to me, a past involving a quest for a title by a murderous and proud female and the task left to this anthro to stop her lest chaos fall upon her land...or something like that. I wonder if her being here means she failed in her quest. If she has the same amount of luck I do I would say yes.
Then it came time to reveal my own past to her. Admittedly I could have told her that it wasn't her business and found a new subject to converse about, but I was curious...what would a third party think of my actions in the past? And as far as the experiment goes, she was perhaps my best choice. She was not very social other than when her human forces her to be, and she hardly seemed the kind of person who was going to hold back words to avoid danger. To top it off, she didn't particularly care for me, nor I for her, so it was perfect.
At first it seemed like she was going to become furious with me, as angry as Ellenoir was toward my actions. It seemed very likely, and at the very end, where I essentially admitted to killing an entire family I felt rather pessimistic about the results. But then she surprised me...
Don't get me wrong. She didn't cry and say, "Oh, you poor man! Why couldn't she forgive you for that? You did it for her!" On the contrary, I think she wanted to be mad at me but couldn't for some reason. Like the aspect of love had complicated things and she recognized that my actions were probably blinded with love.
Thinking back, it's hard to say...my thoughts were fairly clear when I slaughtered that family of hers at the wedding. It was even thought out, and I felt confident that I was making the right choice.
At the same time, I think that if I could take it all back I would. Very strange...for over 300 years I would have done it again in a heartbeat. Why would I take it back now? Well, I suppose Ellenoir killing me had some influence in it. No use in dwelling on it now. I doubt I'm any different now then I was then. Can't change that much in just a few days when I spent all those years essentially the same.
The results of the experiment weren't very hopeful. My story caused her to want to be angry at me, even if in the end she couldn't, and what saved me was most likely her inexperience with love. No, I can't trust anyone to accept my actions; otherwise they'd turn away from me. But then how can I have any true friends? How can I trust someone if they can't accept me, present and past?
I think I agree with one her last statements. I wish I could go someplace simple where I could avoid these sorts of complications. If only I wasn't so wanting of those I can trust. Then perhaps I could just go live someplace on my own, and never have to worry about it. Well, no use wishing I could be someone I'm not. I suppose I'll just have to find a way to make things work.
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2009 12:16 am
March 11th
I'm not sure how to characterize this day aside from strange. Not only did I discover some disturbing truth today, but namrah had a strange habit of just walking away without another word mid-conversation. I wish I could explain it. At least I don't have to.
Today I discovered a dark and horrible truth about this island, one I did not expect (though with my luck I probably should have). I found out that most of the anthros are diseased! Apparently the term here is 'gay', though why they chose the word happy for an incurable illness is beyond me. The sad thing is that I seem to be the only one who knows it as a disease. Everyone else on this poor island thinks it's normal to be attracted to the same gender.
Unfortunately, this means that they won't recognize it as a disease, causing it to spread to other, innocent namrah. I feel sorry for them, since really they didn't ask for it. Well, at least it isn't painful even if it does threaten the entire island's future (assuming namrah aren't immortal like I am).
While hiding from the rest of the namrah (lest they should have the disease), some random passer-by decided to growl at me and flip me off, which let the annoying little pest from earlier (who flirted with me before) spot me and walk over with his new friend. The anthro male that accompanied the pest was apparently a reporter, but right after I cautiously agreed to an interview he walked off. I am not kidding.
Soon after that I saw another anthro male enter the clearing. I waved at him, and chatted for a bit (keeping a safe distance with a claustrophobic lie just in case). The male I met before, the one with no shirt and a pair of black wings, joined us, though not soon afterward they both walked away in the same fashion the reporter and his friend did. Perhaps there was something drawing their attention that I'm immune to. All I know is that it's very strange.
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2009 9:16 pm
March 12
I wandered into the clearing today, feeling a bit more secure than before. I'm sure that when the little pest said that most anthros were gay he was probably exaggerating a bit, and if not then at least I know the typical group it targets most. I just wish I wasn't part of this group...
I ran into the anthro from before whom I told my tale to. She had apparently been flung rather than tossed out today. I have to wonder how is it that these humans are able to throw us around like we were made of styrofoam instead of flesh and bone. Well, the easiest explanation is always right, and that is that these humans are simply weird beyond explaining.
It was the eve of her birthday, and we talked for a little while about various things, from her imminent birthday to fishing. Apparently she has a different way of fishing, which I think she called spitting fish. It involves a sword, spear, or arrow, in which the goal is to hit the fish and get it attached to the tip of whichever weapon you are using. While it's probably harder to learn, it seems an improvement over the method I use in terms of time.
We even talked a bit about friendship, and how friends tend to have the mindset that a friend of a friend would be a friend to you, which is a ridiculous notion. The only way to determine how well you'll get along with someone is to meet them; face to face (after all, even letters can be misleading and easy to lie in). It made me wonder if she could be considered a friend. After all, she already knows my story. Still, that acceptance she has of me is probably fragile, so it's best that I shouldn't get too involved in the idea of making a friend of her.
It seemed that we had been talking for a while, because eventually her human throw a couple of party hats and noisemakers at us. Pink, of all colors no less. Sara even stole my hat so I couldn't just replace my 'new' one. At least she gave it back when we both returned to the house.
Overall it seemed to be a pretty good day. I even got to speak to her about the strange namrah who suddenly just walk away in the middle of a conversation (she agreed it was strange too, proving that either she was immune too or said namrah were just weird). I'm guessing tomorrow will be a lousy one.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 5:47 pm
March 13th
Surprisingly, today was another good day. It actually worries me a bit to have a couple good days back to back. It makes it feel like tomorrow's going to be a nightmare, or at least worse than normal. Guess I'll find out then.
I met up with the anthro again in what I suppose is a continuation of her birthday celebration. She, unfortunately for her, did not have a very pleasant day. On the contrary, I'm sure it was a very horrid one. The proof? The party hat and noisemaker from before had been glued on by her human. I hope she was able to remove them without taking too much skin off.
I also met another female while speaking with her and the anthro repeated her name. This time I bothered to memorize it, though it took a little bit to do so since it kind of odd sounding compared to the names I'm used to. Her name was Necoyidolany Nekoitolani Nekoyitolani. How Sara knew how to spell it I have no idea.
Anyway, the other female's name was Keahi, and she was taller than most other normal namrah I meet, apparently known as an elder. She helped Nek out before she had to leave, and I took my leave shortly afterward to go for a walk.
My walk led me back to the clearing, where I saw the anthro women from the 9th. She was babysitting a kit who seemed to me a real brat though I didn't bother to share this with her. She probably knew anyways without me telling her. We spoke for a short time, mostly about my view on life, before she had to leave, taking the brat with her. I left to go home as well, and right now I'm just hoping that tomorrow isn't going to be as bad as I think it is.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 6:07 pm
March 14th
I knew it. I knew it from the moment I woke up that today was not going to be a very pleasant day, and the end of it confirmed that I'm not merely paranoid.
First I was reacquainted with the same male as before, the one who accused me of being a rapist, with two key differences. One was that he was now an Elder. The other was that Catlyn had decided at that moment to wander over to me and I foolishly did what I normally do when she talks to me at the house and covered her with my top hat. The accusations from several nights before returned, only this time with a little kit making commentary about it. I didn't particularly feel like dealing with it, so when Catlyn had distracted the Elder long enough I just left, hoping to salvage the rest of the day at least a little. Honestly, I should have known my luck well enough to realize that going home would have been best.
Instead I was on the other side of the clearing where I ran into the little teen pest who decided to channel the spirit of my probably still living spy (for lack of a better word) and say that I needed to get laid to 'get rid of the stick up my a**'. I'm surprised he didn't follow it up with the usual stab at my sexuality like Blazon used to.
After a short while of argument in which I had to (at least for now) give up, he decided to make it his mission to get me in a relationship. For all I know he's out there right now tracking down somebody for me to date. I suppose it could be worse, though really I expect a bunch of whores to be tossed at me for the sole purpose of trying to seduce me into having sex to prove his point. I wish Blazon was here, at least then I could use him as a human shield from them.
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 9:59 pm
March 15th
Today was an interesting day to say the least, though it tottered dangerously close to being horrific. I'm grateful for my unusual little bit of good luck, though I have to wonder if that luck could have been saved up and used on something better.
While out in the clearing I met a kit who had her mouth sewed shut. My first reaction was of mix of emotions including pity, shock, and anger at whoever could have done such a thing. I also got a reinforcement on why I hate pity so much, because somewhere between giving her a pat on the head I stopped thinking of her as a child and started thinking of her as a kitten. Then her father showed up.
Needless to say I was surprised and embarrassed. He didn't know what I was doing, and I couldn't exactly bring myself to say something like, "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought your daughter was a kitten for the moment and started scratching her behind the ears." Something about that just seemed wrong to me.
I was able to get away from the scene without the namir from yesterday showing up to spread the rapist lies further, this time with almost certain and unavoidable consequences. I'm very grateful for this stroke of good luck which stopped a false reputation from being known to the entire island.
This stroke of luck was revealed to me surprisingly by a human. Before it hadn't even occured to me that it could have been worse, or at least not to my conscious mind. Then a strange cloud appeared over her and I was reminded of my Uncle. I miss him...I wish I could see him again to talk to him about my experiences so he could offer guidance like he normally did. I suppose that I'll never see him again. I should just accept it and stop wanting the impossible.
Not too long afterwards I saw the anthro female who had touched my cockroach and prompted my discovery. I told her that my suspicions about a poor day were true, and that I narrowly escaped an even worse day less than an hour before. To prove this point, I offered a summary of said days and she agreed that they weren't exactly the best of days.
She also told me that the kit I met before had been born with those stitches, oddly enough. Strange, but at least it means that there isn't a sick b*****d running amok torturing kits, or that if there is one then he had not attacked this unfortunate kit. I find this a little bit comforting, since no one deserves such a horrible experience as a child.
She even said that I shouldn't feel too bad about scratching her behind the ear because even if she's the equivalent of a human child she still isn't a human. This may be true, but it still seems weird. I think I'm going to leave strange kits alone if I can...
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