by Terri » 10/15/2007 10:10 AM
He purred contentedly as she spoke, turning over her words in his mind. He really did long to be a father, and the offer Illiana was proposing was wonderful. Depending on Sophur's wishes, I may breed with other femmes at times. He smiled warmly at her, still twining his tail with hers. But I'll always love you, Illiana.
He paused for a moment then, considering what to say to her. She wanted to get to know him better? Alright, here goes.
When Sophur first brought me to her Zoo Pen, I was an evil little thing. Life at the Black Marketplace--a business similar to a puppy mill--had toughened me, given me rough edges. I had a sharp tongue, and was always picking fights with my penmates. He paused for a moment, rather ashamed of that section of his life. But then Sticks found me. A quiet little thing, who never does anything to benefit herself. If someone wished her to jump into Nori Volcano, she would, just to please them. Not because she's attention starved or anything--she merely likes to make others happy. Anyways, she and I got closer, and she showed me that the life I'm living now ccould be different than the one at the Black Marketplace. I suppose you could say that everything I know, I learned from her.
What else was there to say?Lesse. Sophur is extremely poor, with barely enough keystones to keep us all fed. She desperately wants a Lucain, though. She used to dream of asking for one from the wishing well, but she can't spare the coins. So instead, Sticks wished for her, and used my paintbrush as an offering. Remembering, his purr became louder, and he pressed himself tighter to Illiana. I was never any good at art, anyways. I always hated painting. In short, I've chaged so much from my early days: I like to think of myself as lenient, caring, compassionate, kind, understanding and even a little fun. I love parties.
Finished with his tale, he turned to the Ryoklein. Okay, that's my story. Your turn.