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Curio Name: Jaxith
Guardian: Tairi Ryond

Personality: (Currently) Jax is a very affectionate, loving boy. He will be the first to crawl into your lap as soon as you sit down. He will often demand to be held, cuddled, and carried. He loves physical attention. He is a very thoughtful, curious boy who often is keeping a close eye on everything around him. He is very smart, although he will often refrain from showing it. This is due to the fact he can be very manipulative, and at a young age has found if he acts naive and cute he will usually get what he wants. When not trying to get something, he is often extremely blunt and honest (often times) beyond need. He is very passive for a toddler, and rather than throw a fit or start a fight, he is more likely to rant and rave at you in his baby english. He already fights an early battle with narcissism. He is often checking out what he looks like, and will panic if his mother so much as ruffles his hair out of place. He hates being messy or disheveled, an odd trait for someone so young. It hints at a possible future of metrosexuality. Overall, he's a friendly and outgoing little guy. He also shows an occasional flicker of shallowism- he will grab the hand or crawl into the lap of a complete stranger if he finds them the most attractive in the area.

Potential Powers: Artistic Prodigy- Even at a young age, he seems to have an easy time creating artistic pieces. As he ages, he specializes in make-up application and ideas. Also, charm- he has this uncanny ability to bat his eyes and get himself out of trouble.

Prompt: # 2
Prompt Response:

"Jax!"
Tairi wandered the hallways in search of her little kitten boy, her lush azure locks pulled back into her tiny clawed hands as she struggled to tie them up with a hair tie that was much too small. Her big blue eyes swept the area, mouth scrunching itself into a frustrated pout. Hiding was an unusual thing for Jax- usually the second an opportunity for attention came, he seemed to be launching himself at your leg and tugging on your hands to be held. Perhaps she should have never mentioned that today he would have to be going to daycare. She gave up on her hair finally as she stepped into the little boy's room, glancing around in a frustrated manner.

While everyone proclaimed her little boy seemed like an angel, and she loved him to death, sometimes he could be such a pain. He always seemed to be trying to manipulate the situation so that he got what he wanted- he would hide and give her a big eyed, uncharacteristically teary stare when she found him in an attempt to get out of something he didn't want to do. When he wanted something, he seemed to always be purring in your ear and batting his lashes, at the same time cuddling sweetly into you. Well, at least he wasn't a brat, she reasoned with herself.

The dragon hybrid took a strong sniff of the air, her tail swishing back and forth behind her in an agitated manner. Where was that boy...? Aha! She turned swiftly towards the closet, approaching it stealthily. Jax jumped as the doors suddenly whipped open and he was swept up into his irritated mother's arms. "We're leaving!" He didn't even get a chance to get a word in edgewise...

The entire walk to the daycare center, he got his word in, though. He ranted and raved to his mother, rather incoherently she had to admit. She simply chose to ignore the boy for now, and smiled happily while entering the doors. "We're here!" The little creature in her arms turned a wary eye to his surroundings, tail puffed in displeasure behind him and his ears flattened to his skull. He had his best friend, Raggy (his blankie), clasped closely to his chest. He whispered to it quietly, a nervous habit. His mom checked him in and gave him a rather reassuring speech. He finally took a real look around after he was dropped off behind the gate, and he and Raggy were left to fend for themselves. It was an amazing area, filled with color and foam. A little dirty for his tastes due to all the little ones running amock, but he would just be extra careful. He watched the other children with a wary eye, not feeling very social at the moment due to the fact he was still quietly sulking about his loss in the battle with his mommy.

He finally began to toddle around in search for something interesting, and the second he saw the tables covered in paper he almost squealed in delight. "Waggy! Look, awts." He informed his friend excitedly, and then stumbled his way over. He was still a bit awkward on his feet. He saw another child drawing quietly by himself, and screwed up his nose in disgust upon viewing his picture. "What is yew dwawing?" He inquired, not even trying to hold back the distaste in his voice. The larger boy fixed a glare on him. "A house." Jax took another peek at the picture, placing a hand on his hip and raising his chin up- a kind of dramatic thoughtful pose. Then, suddenly, he seemed to be overflowing with joy, "I fix!" The other boy wasn't expecting anything, and thus was easily moved out of the way. He shoved him aside, grabbed a marker, and began drawing a rather impressive house. It was a gorgeous, old styled house with a kind of flamboyant paintjob. But hey, he was a baby. What did he know about design, really? He just slapped things together that he saw and liked. And once again, he was a baby.

The other boy clenched his jaw when he saw what the kitten was up to, and his blood started to boil. Although Jax honestly was just trying to be helpful, he had offended his potential friend and this kid had quite a temper. "YOU RUINED IT!" The other boy screeched, and Jax's ears instantly fell to his skull at the noise and his hands flew to cover them. This left him defenseless for a mere moment, which the other boy used to shove him backwards at full force. The wide eyed toddler tumbled back rapidly- he was a lithe little thing, and wasn't very strong to begin with. The shove he received was like overkill. His head smacked the table. HARD.

The second his offender saw blood, he was gone, sprinting across to the playground. Jax felt the pain seep into his head slowly, but the blow had disoriented him so he wasn't quite affected by that yet. He fumbled around clumsily before managing to sit up, clasping his head with his little paws. "Owwww.." Tears began to form in his eyes, and he snuffled softly. He felt something sticky, and pulled away his paw to see some sort of red syrup covering his paw pads. He felt immediate repulsion and wiped it off on the floor.. But curiosity killed the cat, so in a moment it was back on his head, trying to figure out what that stuff was. "Mmmn.." What gross stuff, and it was all over his achey head. The tears really began to flow, now pain mixed with frustration. "Ughh.. hic.."

The kitten turned to his friend for comfort, burying his face into the blanket without much thought. When he pulled back, he saw blood covering his friend and panic sunk straight through his heart. That nasty stuff was everywhere. It was all in his hair, on his face, on his paws, on his friend. He began to loudly screech his frustration now, the entire situation overwhelming the usually calm toddler. The whole thing just seemed too disastrous. He began kicking at the table and chairs from where he sat, tears rolling down off his chin as he threw his fit.This caught the attention of the adults, and one casually wandered over to see the problem. Upon seeing the boy with a gash in his head, panic filled his heart. "Oh God!" He swept the little one up into his arms and hurried him into the back.

Jax had settled as soon as he was being held, and had taken to sulking in the man's arms. He now had his thumb digit popped into his mouth and his friend cuddled to his chest. They set him on the table and began cleaning him up. "He might need stitches.. Geez, how did this happen? The tables aren't even that hard, how could he have fell that fast?" The little one watched them with wary eyes, and although what they were doing hurt, he held back any tears now. He just slightly rocked back and forth, clutching his blankie tightly in hand. As soon as they had his mostly patched up, they looked to his crusted blanket. "Let's just get that from you, alright little guy? We'll get it all cleaned up.."

And then Raggy was no longer in his grasp. What!? What was going on!? His eyes immediately went wide and he began to shake. What were they doing to his best friend? They were speaking to him, but he couldn't hear them now. The blood was pounding through his ears in rage and fright. Who did they think they were!? The man holding his friend took a step away, and that was the worst decision he could have made. The second he realized they were taking Raggy away from him, the usually calm and sweet boy SNAPPED. His tail poofed up behind him and his ears pinned back. His eyes dilated and fixed upon his target. And then he launched. He had wrapped himself around the arm holding his dearest companion, screeching loudly and sinking his teeth and claws into the man's skin. He began kicking at his stomach as well, launching a full assault to save his kidnapped compadre. "NOOO!"

The man screamed out in shock and pain, and it took quite a few people to pry the child off of his painful and bloody arm. The man walked away that day with a few gashes on his arms and bruising all along his stomach and chest. "Call that THING's PARENT."

Jax sat cradling his friend, petting Raggy and whispering to him reassuringly, curled up in a ball at the front. His eyes lit up the second his mom rushed in, and he immediately lifted his arms to show he wanted her to pick him up. "Mommy!" The second she saw him her heart seemed to spasm, and she cried out and swept him up into her embrace. "Oh God, Jaxxy.. Oh God.." She rocked him back and forth in her arms, and he snuggled his head into her shoulder, purring weakly. She gave him another look over, and then glanced at the enraged man behind the counter... Oh geez.. Her tail unconsciously tucked between her legs as she moved forward to pay.

As they were leaving that place, her little one placed one of his tiny paws against her cheek and stared up at her with his big eyes. "Mommy.. Don wanna go back.." She looked at him exasperatedly. "Oh Jax..." Her little bundle of trouble.