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 Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 8:09 pm
This is the journal for Ovelia and No Name, as he grows up. Please listen to the rules of the Owner (FelineOddity.) Also this journal will be watched to see how your pet develops so make sure you update it lots.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 9:43 pm
  Rules:Obeyyy~+ Don't post unless I give you permission. + Don't steal any art from this thread. + Don't be dumb. ^ ^ Directory:Don't get lost~Post 1 .................................Title Post 2 .................Rules/Directory Post 3 ....................Introductions Post 4 ........................Other pets Post 5 ...............Important Events Post 6 .............................Toybox Post 7 ..........................Reserved Post 8 ..........................Reserved
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 10:00 pm
  " FelineOddity" The crazy yellow lady~Name: Eve Age: 17 Race: Human, partially cat Personality: Optimistic, happy, cheerful Bio: Eve was once a gold-hoarder who loved nothing more than to keep jewelled treasures close to her heart, but after meeting Ovelia, she has changed-- for the better.  " Bartholomew" The quiet companion~Name: Bartholomew (Or Mew for short) Age: A few years Race: Kittypanda Personality: Cryptic, crude Bio: Bartholomew has been with Eve since February '05. They met in a pet adoption agency, 'Mew having been put up for auction by his previous owner. For some reason, despite his lack of gold, Eve had put everything she owned up for her bid. And surprisingly enough, she had won the auction. For a month or two after that she worked like mad, saving up until she could afford her beautiful golden treasures once again. And luckily, always having 'Mew on her head to talk some sense into her helped her keep her apartment for longer every year. Panda Form: Kitty form:  " Asmodeus" A sweet new pet.Name: Asmodeus (Deus for short) Age: Still a little tike Race: Kitsusagi Personality: Silent, shy, sweet Bio: Asmodeus was recently discovered by Eve and Ovelia while looking for a new pet. He is the epitomy of everything they both wanted in a pet, and despite being a desperate attempt to replace the runaway Nixi and Nalvoro, he suits them well.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 7:56 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 8:17 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 8:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 8:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 8:22 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 8:36 pm
[[Type: Journal Entry]]
Dear Journal,
I had no idea.
That chilly afternoon when I had gone out to the auction house, a pocket full of money and a cheerful disposition in my soul, I had no idea.
I had gotten flyers the week before that had advertised a rare, golden egg going up for auction in Barton Square. I was, of course, skeptical at first, but when I went there on the specified date the flyers proved correct. A beautiful golden egg with shimmering gilded markings met my gaze. I had adjusted Bartholomew on my head and hid in the corner, asking him what he thought. He had only nodded sagely and I knew what he meant.
I quickly sat in an auction seat and looked around, the room full of other bidders. Some looked quite wealthy, but I couldn't let this treasure go. It would make a stunning necklace or ring or even a mantelpiece or a broach!
I ended up winning the auction. I carried my beautiful treasure to the door, but a woman, an auctioneer, stopped me. Within a moment I was informed that the gem was a -real- egg, and I had to care for whatever may hatch from it. I was almost shoved out the door, into the cold, my mind spinning. Was it a joke? Is it a chicken egg? It was unbearable.
It is unbearable.
Now I sit in my room with a white blanket around my beautiful egg, wondering what to do with it, and myself.
I had no idea.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 8:31 pm
[[Type: RP Entry]]
With a sigh, Eve set her golden egg back down into her little blanket-nest she had formed especially for Ovelia, the egg which she had named affectionately after the princess in some book she had once read. Of course, it had never occurred to her that the egg may be male, but she just had an inherent sense that it was female.
"If I can't resell it, can't eat it, and can't make it into a broach, I'm not sure what I'll do with it."
"It'll hatch eventually," replied Mew. He was sitting atop Eve's head as per usual, and he seemed rather curious about the new egg.
"Well maybe it'll turn into a goose that lays golden eggs, like in Jack and the Beanstalk. Wouldn't that be nice?"
Silence hung about the air like fog. Eve suddenly felt selfish, like a greedy miser only interested in material items. But even she knew an inanimate golden egg couldn't change her. Not yet, anyway.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2005 2:51 pm
[[Type: Journal Entry]]
Dear Journal,
I had fun today. Following an anonymous tip, I found the place where other egg-owners can be found. I met Atriz and his pet Corsel, and he met me and Bartholomew. I hope Ovelia and Sreas can be friends once they hatch-- and I hope Mew and Corsel will be more friendly with each other. Something happened and Corsel got hurt, but Mew swears it was Corsel's fault. I don't know who to believe.
But it was refreshing.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 9:16 pm
[[Type: RP Entry]]
Despite not being mentioned a whole lot, Nixi still took great pride in the half-baked suggestion of a job Eve assigned to her. To her, she was one step up from the rest of Eve's pets and maybe even Bartholomew.
As soon as Eve was certain it was an egg and not a hoax, Nixi tugged the white blanket away from Ovelia and curled herself around the egg. Her bright yellow coat shined with a dull glow compared to the gilded Ovelia, whose luster seemed like a pearl's.
Nixi never noticed that, however. As Eve went out everyday in search of odd jobs and whatnot, Nixi would care for the egg as gently as a mother would. And, in time, she began to think of it as her own.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2005 6:56 pm
[[Type: Journal Entry]]
Dear Journal,
I'm really not sure what's wrong with Nixi but she seems to be depressed whenever I get home. It's almost like she doesn't want me to come home and take Ovelia from her. It's terribly sweet, but Ovelia just isn't her egg. Nixi isn't even an adult yet!
Oh well. I was out scouting for work today and ended up spending most of my money on a golden charm set. I couldn't help myself! They were so precious, so golden, so... shiny... I couldn't say no.
[[Updated: Hoard.]]
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2005 8:34 pm
[[Type: RP Entry]]
"Are you all right, Nixi?" asked Bartholomew. In feline form he was just the size of Nixi, yet monochrome in his coloring. Nixi looked up and shrugged a bit, ignoring him. "Really, you can talk to me."
"I wish I had a baby of my own," sighed Nixi. Bartholomew's eyes widened.
"But you're so young..."
"I don't care!" she exclaimed, and curled herself into a yellow ball. 'Mew decided it was time to leave her alone in her corner and trotted away, just out of hearing range to listen to her soft sobbing.
~~~
Eve was busy admiring her new golden charms as 'Mew walked into her room, the bright light from her new incubator-lamp lighting up her entire bedroom. He said not a word about what Nixi had said, and merely hopped up Eve's shoulder and poofed onto her head. He stared at the gilded egg and his green eyes glittered. What a beautiful egg, he thought, and Eve put her charms away before lying in bed to sleep.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2005 2:26 pm
[[Type: Journal Entry]]
Dear Journal,
Well, I feel rather sick today. I mostly let Nixi take care and watch over Ovelia's egg to both make her happy and give myself a break from staring at it. I don't think staring will make anything change, but I do adore that egg. I can't help wondering to myself where it came from and what will hatch from it, but after all the time I've spent with it, I couldn't care less what it turned into-- I'll love it just the same.
I wonder how Atriz and Corsel are doing. When I feel better I'll be sure to hunt him down again, and perhaps get his address so I can keep in touch with him via mail. E-mail? I have no patience for computers nor the money to spend on them. Unless, of course, there was a gold-plated computer... I may settle for that.
I have to go in the attic when I feel better. Don't forget...
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