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 Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 8:18 pm
 Wait wait wait, why do I have two journals? Well, simple! I wanted a journal for all my Temeo's so that you can read their information! Each Temeo gets their own separate entry. That arose a problem, how to write entries to get certain species to grow up. Well, here you go~ This is where I write their entries! Only Karoish and I can post here! :3
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 8:20 pm
Page One
Welcome
Table of Contents
Taken From Home (Ilta)
What To Feed You (Ilta)
I Hate Being Alone (Ilta)
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 5:56 pm
- Taken From Home - The little bottles mother was gone, for now. She had left the three bottles for the time being to attend to errands. Her father had accompanied her. So the little bottle was hidden behind leaves, having been taken out for a reason she couldn't remember. She was madly bored, all she wanted was to emerge from her bottle one day. Could she? Or would she always be a little bottle of liquid? No, that couldn't be so because her mother and father were not liquid but living entities. So that meant she herself would turn into a being like them one day, right?
She wasn't a very social little bottle, but then again she really couldn't be. Even so she liked to listen to her parents talk, argue, joke, and such. She was analyzing them, storing away details of information as she days went on. Currently she had a clear picture of what her parents were like, and it wasn't bad. She wanted to become a movable creature and meet her parents face-to-face. She rather liked the image in her head. Bottle. Liquid. Whatever.
The sound of rustling alarmed the bottle. She bubbled slightly, attempting to warn her siblings, then again if she heard it then so did they, probably. The rustling continued, followed by a feminine whistle. Mother? No, mother did not have that voice. So, it was someone strange! She didn't like that idea... like the idea of some stranger coming closer. Wait, would they be harmed? Did things hurt bottles?
The bushes parted in-front of them. A female human was collecting berries, or so it seemed by the berries in her arms. The human had green hair, slightly spiked in the back, and her right eye was a bright blue, the other covered by an eye-patch. She had three long horns coming for her head and a scarf that branched out into black wings. Her dress was black with silver lace, falling slightly above her purple legs. An elf. Music blasted from headphones placed on her ears, however the elf turned the music off as she spotted three little bottles.
"Eh?" The girl said, taking the headphones around her neck, touching one of the bottles. The bottle didn't like that, she didn't like it when anyone but her parents touched her.... Who was this strange girl? Did she want to hurt her? The girl lifted her and the little bottle was left feeling trapped. She wasn't lifted so high before... She didn't like it!
"You're so pretty!" The bottle didn't know what she looked like, so when the girl said that she was left feeling confused. Was she? Why couldn't she see herself? How was that fair? Even before she could see herself here was someone looking at her, making opinions that she couldn't even say was a lie or not. The bottle bubbled, annoyed.
"I can't believe that they were left alone for so long but.... I don't want the bottle getting crushed." Pause. "Maybe I should.... wouldn't the owners be upset? Even still... the others aren't movin' at all. Maybe their dead..." Dead? The bottle bubbled more, upset. "Oh! They must be! That's so sad! I should take this one home, yes!" As the bottle realized she was being moved she continued to bobble and pop. Wait, was this girl taking her away from her siblings? Her mother and father? Wait, no!
No!
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 11:31 pm
- What To Feed You? - Yushika sat at the desk, hands twirling a strand of green hair. "Ilta." She said for the hundredth time. The bottle was sure she was trying to name her, and was beginning to become annoyed. She hadn't bubbled once, hissed or anything. She wanted home. This wasn't home. Also... she was hungry. Somewhat. Yushika stared at her again, poked her thin cover, and yet the bottle hadn't moved at all.
"Ilta."
Fine fine fine! She was Ilta! Ilta the kidnapped bottle! She just wanted food, and now! The bottle sizzled back, hissing and popping and wiggling and becoming a general nuisance towards the human girl. Yushika blinked wide, her eye flicking to the bottle, then at the hallway.
"W-what?" Was she stupid?! Didn't she know how to care for the bottle? Oh god! She was going to die here, wasn't she? Great. Kidnapped and dying before she was even a kit, fantastic. Just what she wanted. She popped back loudly, knowing that this girl was never going to understand.
"You know.... I heard you come from your bottle but.... you haven't at all." The girl grumbled, resting her head on her palm. Purple fingers wiggled as her one uncovered eyed watched the bottle. "Do I got to do somethin' special?" She drawled, a slight accent letting loose. She sounded like a city girl.... The sixteen year old clicked her tongue, wiggled her fingers again, and flicked the bottle, hissed at in response.
Suddenly, she perked up, clapping her hands together. "I know!" She got up, running off. The bottle was left alone for a bit, hissing lowly in a sort of annoyed tone. Now what? What was the brat doing now?
"Ilta!" The girl ran over, carrying a bowl of warm soup. Oh! Oh oh yes yes! The bottle wobbled, excited, and nearly moved off the desk. Yushika smiled wide, sitting down and raising a spoon.
"There we go!" She squeaked, dripping soup into the bottle. Ahhhhh. Yes...
That did it~ The bottle bubbled happily when Yushika finished feeding her, watching the girl giggle. Hm.... She was upbeat and happy. Hm. She was an idiot, probably a city girl, and was way to touchy feely but.... hell, she was lucky this girl stole her instead of some creepy abusive person.
Still.....she wanted to go home.
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 7:47 pm
- I Hate Being Alone - Ilta had accepted her name, for the time being. Yushika had also left her alone for a bit, which was new. For the past few hours she had been positively all over her, poking her and chanting "Ilta" and occasionally snuggling her. The kidnapper seemed to be acting less like a kidnapper and more like a crazy affectionate...freak. Though she had been gone for a hour or two. Not like Ilta cared. No. It didn't matter at all if she was gone. She didn't care! It was quieter!
No... she was alone. In the entirety of her short life Ilta was never alone. She was either with her parents or her sibling bottles. She was never alone, and this had proved true even when she was kidnapped. Yushika had stayed by her side the entire time, and yet, where was she now?
The room suddenly looked darker, emptier. Without the annoying girls presence it was suddenly eerie. She hadn't really realized how being alone could make a room become so.....grey.
She didn't want to be alone. She hated being alone. Being alone was new and she didn't like new things. Well, it wasn't that she disliked it as much as she was afraid of it. She was just a tiny bottle, could barely even wobble and was now without her family. She had never been alone, loneliness was new to her, and it was frightening facing it as a tiny bottle who was smaller than a lamp on a desk. She hated it. Ilta hated it.
Where was her mother? Her father? The annoying elf girl? Was she alone forever? The room was so still, so deadly still, unchanging. Would she stay unchanging with it? Would she stay as a liquid inside a bottle? That life was frightening... Not being able to ever move, ever speak, ever touch. It was fine for now but... forever? She couldn't. The worse part is that if she ever wanted it to stop she couldn't make it.
This fear was irrational, she knew it. She had only been alone for a few hours, but, she didn't understand it. Ilta just couldn't comprehend a world without people when her life had been full of them. These few hours felt like years, felt like life-times. She hadn't realized how much her existence revolved around people other than herself.
"Iltaaaaaa!" The sound of the front door opening and closing snapped Ilta from her thoughts. The purple skinned girl entered the room, setting a bag down and leaning over to the bottle, grinning ear to ear as she draped a fabric of lace around Ilta and lifted her, placing a small bundle of fabric under her. Then, she retrieved a lamp, plugged it in, and turned it on so it was above Ilta. Suddenly, it was warm. A comforting warmth.
Letting out a series of pops and bubbles, Ilta did her own version of chastising to the girl. She had been worried she wouldn't come back! Where was she? And what was all this...nonsense? Though it was comfy. The girl laughed at her pops, not understanding (as always), and flipping her hair from her face.
"I thought you might be cold, and sittin' on a desk forever must be rough." She chirped, sitting at the desk. "Say, when you come out will you remember all this?" Hmpf! When she came out she'd make sure to whack the girl! Though.... now the room seemed brighter with her in it. Now she didn't feel so...alone. Maybe she appreciated the girl more.
She was still annoying!
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 12:42 pm
Event!
Vaporization.
Not a second longer should Ilta be confined into her little bottle, unable to defend her case. She was eager to be out, be able to tell this strange creature who'd taken her that this just wouldn't do.
With a mighty long whistle the liquid bubbled to a hot simmer before vaporizing, the vapor curling into a fuzzy little being.
Congratulations! Their fright of you has made them emerge.
If image appears a bottle, please refresh.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 2:16 pm
- Meeting and Growls - Ilta padded down the set of stairs quietly, scowling when she spotted that the house was empty of the girl again. When did she learn that when Ilta said stop leaving her behind it meant stop frickin' leaving her behind? She had yet to ever leave the house, stuck in this place day in and out.
Hmpf. Ever since she had come from that bottle the girl had been absent a lot. It was as if she was no longer fun anymore, as if now that she moved and could speak she bored the other.
What made matters worse was that there was a boy all of a sudden. He had entered a few days ago, fed and watered and given a bath before confided to a room. He was getting all the attention lately, it pissed Ilta off. Fine, she'd go see him. Crawling over to the room she saw him last in she nudged the ajar door open. In a bed of blankets laid the brown male, his eyes glaring at her.
"What do you want?" He hissed to her, tails lashing side to side. Ilta puffed up, scowling right back at him.
"Don't be a jerk, this is my home, after all." Ilta chirped back, pouting. Hmpf. This was the man that took Yushika's attention up? The wild flipped hair from her eyes, sighing softly. Why did she care? Didn't she hate Yushika more then anything? The thief had taken her from her home! Yet here she was...growling at the sight of this man.
"Last time I heard you were screaming at the human to take you back home." The male hissed back, looking away. Red eyes refused to meet wide green ones, perhaps annoyed with her already. Ilta gazed back at him, ears withdrawing to her skull. Oh... so he heard that.
"I meant this is my temporary home." She quickly countered with. "You should have more respect." She added firmly, approaching closer to the male. He whipped around, sneering.
"I could say the same." The older male snapped back. He eyed her, eyebrow raising. "Ah, you're a Wild. Hence your attitude problem."
Ilta bristled, stomping her paw down and snarling. This was her home, her territory, and this man was mocking her? "So what if I'm a Wild? I'm me, not what my species define me as."
The male laughed, red eyes narrowing once more. "And I thought kits were supposed to be cute." He snarled, moving to show his back dismissively to her. Ilta scuffed, about to retort when she heard the door open, head turning back. Moving to the door the kit wagged her tails. UGH. She was doing it again! She wasn't a pet, dammit. As she left she heard the male snicker, calling out:
"That's right, go on to your human. You're a pathetic excuse of a Wild."
...Damn pesk. She'd show him..
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 3:27 pm
- I Need Help... - She was growing restless! She wanted out! Hmpf. She had spent hours stalking Yushika today, but the girl had just turned around, hugged her, and ran off. Nnn. Fine. So she had tried to get out a different way.... uhh.... can you say mistake much? She uh... made a mistake. Having climbed up the curtains to reach a window she had only been disappointed to find she couldn't open it. When she turned around she realized all to quickly she was stuck.
Now here she sat, ears back and waiting for Yushika to arrive to rescue her. A frown touched her lips, tails lashing back and forth. Nnnn. She wanted down. This was a mistake! Sad thing was, Yushika was out, again! Jeeze! She hardly seemed to care anymore.
"What are you doing?"
She was ripped from her thoughts, glaring down to spot that man from before. Huffing, she jerked her head to the side, rolling her eyes. "Nothing." To hell was she admitting she was stuck, she had far to much pride for that.
"Right." The male commented back, making a move to leave.
"Fine fine fine, I'm stuck." Ilta grumbled, looking back at the male when he turned around with a raised eyebrow. Laughing, he sat down, moving into a laying down position, and gestured for her.
"Hop down then. On my back." He mused, frowning when Ilta scowled right back. "What, kid? Rather be stuck up there and die?" He asked, exaggerating a bit. Ilta shook her head quickly, edging to the edge of the window sill, pausing, and backing up. What if he moved away at the last moment? Gah. She couldn't trust him.
"I'll wait for Yushika." Ilta grumbled back, looking away. The strange male sighed, stood up, and promptly leapt, startling her and almost causing her to fall. The bigger male landed on the window sill next to her, grabbed her roughly by the neck, and jumped back down.
"Idiot. Next time listen to me." He snapped, shaking his head side to side. Ilta, dazed, backed away when she was released, both glad to be on solid ground and annoyed to be called and idiot. Scowling at him, she rubbed her sore neck quietly.
Fine... he had helped her.... maybe he wasn't so bad.
"My name isn't idiot, it's Ilta." She whispered, looking up at the older male. He raised an eyebrow, again, and nodded, flicking his tails in unison.
"Siren." He finally said before standing."Now, I am going to lay down. Don't get in trouble anymore, next time I'm not helping you." With this, he headed off, leaving a small kit staring after him. Hm. Maybe she could try and be friendlier.
Now back to trying to escape...
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