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Kivan Ganallay

"If life gives you a stick don't go around whacking people with it; instead carve it into something useful or even beautiful."

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a character in “Creatures and Kidnappings”, as played by Furry Dragon

Description

Name: Kivan Ganallay
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Nickname: He doesn't have one but wouldn't be bothered by one.

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Physical Description:
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Kivan has brown hair that has been lightened by the sun. His skin has a tan from being outside and working on the farm. His eyes are a vibrant green that consist of different shades and flecks of green. He is about five feet ten inches in height. His body is lean and muscled from years of swimming and other work. His feet are long and wide, great for swimming (but not so much for wearing shoes). His hands are webbed up to the first knuckle of each finger except the thumb. He has a series of scars on his side from a shark bite. It is possible to see where each tooth sank into his flesh.
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Personality: Kivan is the kind of person who will see that someone is angry or upset and try to make them feel better. He has lived on his family's island for all of his life with his older sister and two younger siblings, a brother and a sister, as well as his parents. He has a close bond with each member of his family and usually can't bear to see them upset. However, if he is angry or annoyed with them, they know it and he will pick on little things just to make someone as unhappy as he is. When he isn't unhappy/angry/annoyed he feels regret for what he did when experiencing that emotion, but he remembers the vicious self-fullfilment feeling of bringing other people down too. He generally believes that life is a thing to be experienced all the way and tries to live it as positively as he can. One can usually notice him to be a happy, caring individual.
Magical Power/ability: Kivan can alter parts of his body: he can grow gills on his neck, he can thicken the lobes of his fingers and make his fingernails go to a point and have poison sacs hidden underneath his fingernails, and he can make himself have water lids on his eyes like a crocodile.
Likes: Swimming, trying new foods, his family, fish, stories, fresh water, the ocean, doing a job well, looking at the stars, dolphins, white noise
Dislikes: It being too hot, being thirsty, the job of converting salt water to fresh water, sea urchins, being angry

Strengths: Kivan is usually happy and upbeat and tries to make others the same. He is a good swimmer and can breathe underwater due to his ability. He is hardworking (except when it comes to things he finds boring) and he can actually like work, depending on what it is. He has a good memory, especially for stories.

Weaknesses: One of the biggest things he finds frustrating is he has no sense of smell. As his parents never taught him, he cannot read outside of symbols his family has made and ones used in the market. When he gets bored he gets depressed much more easily than normal. He has little experience with people outside of his family. As for the weakness of his ability it is painful to grow gills initially, the poison sacs in his fingers can fill up and begin to ache, and if he has the water lids on his eyes for too long they begin to itch.

Fears: Sharks, failure, being abandoned, being angry and getting out of control, being eaten

Bio: When Kivan Ganallay was born his parents were disapointed. His hands did not have the webbing the ones of his older sister did. His parents, who had married for their hopes of passing down webbed hands to their children almost as much for love, were happy when webbing grew between his fingers, even though it was just a little. As he grew more siblings were born and his parents never told him of their initial unhappiness of his hands. Life on the family's seaweed farm was tough and physically demanding, yet Kivan loved it. There was something new every day: small fish had slipped throught the protective netting and gave live birth to babies, tasty crabs found refuge from aquatic predators (but not from human hands and creature claws), the slimy creatures inside shells laid their eggs in ruffled cases, and the giant marine plants grew edible berries that could be enjoyed on the spot. As his power developed his parents allowed him to explore the ocean outside the farm. He became the family's fisher, along with his creature. The one job he dreaded was the process of making fresh water. Using glass tool called an evaporator he would make fresh water by: putting salt water in the end above a fire, boiling the water until it evaporated, the steam would then go through a tube that led to a chamber in the cold ocean, the steam would condense into fresh water, the fresh water would be taken and poured into the water storage, and then the salt crystals would have to be scrubbed out. It was boring, tedious work in Kivan's opinion. Luckily he didn't have to do it often as his younger brother liked doing better than he did. One day while he was out swimming Kivan speared a fish. The smell of the dead fish attracted a shark, who attacked Kivan before the boy could throw away the fish. He was left with some scars from a bite on his side. From this he gained a fear of sharks and for a while he didn't leave the protective netting of the farm. His courage gradually returned and before he knew it he was back in the wild ocean. He went to the market with his family on days to sell their crop every once in a while. After the long boat ride to the market island he was always stunned by the amount of people and good to be bought. Life with his family was good for Kivan, but sometimes he wondered about other trails he could follow.

Creature type/ appearance:
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Kivan's creature, Retha, is about 5 feet at the head in height. The yellow-green on her body glows in the dark, good if you want to see but bad if you want to hide. The dark blue fur on her back and chest is soft and thick. She can fly with her wings, but she isn't the best at it and uses them more for swimming (like a ray uses its sails). In the front of her mouth the teeth are sharp fangs but in the back (in her cheeks) her teeth are flatter and molar like. Her tounge is long and she can lick nectar out of large flowers with it as well as use it to grab and put food in her mouth.
Creature Name: Retha
Creature Gender: Female
Creature personality: Retha is a brutally honest creature. She never lies. When she is asked a question she doesn't really want to answer she will either not say anything or say part of the truth, not the whole. She doesn't realize that people don't always want the truth and that sometimes they just want comforting, if false, words. Loyalty is another one of her attributes. If you win her respect and friendship, you pretty much have it to the end. Her faith in her companions can blind her to their faults, though. She loves to learn new things and has even made up her own alphabet, one that she uses to record things especially important to her. She hasn't shown anyone the dried kelp leaves she keeps her secrets on, not even Kivan (though he knows about them).
Creature Likes: Similar to Kivan's except she likes sweet things too
Creature Dislikes: Similar to Kivan's except she doesn't mind some anger every here and now (she says it keeps her balance), she doesn't mind the heat, but she doesn't like being disapointed or lies
Creature Strengths: Honest, loyal, inventive
Creature Weaknesses: Sometime is honest to a fault, loyalty can blind her, she can come off as aloof and uncaring
Creature Fears: Fire, being alone, sharks, sudden loud noises

So begins...

Kivan Ganallay's Story

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The waves lapped against the dock, inviting the workers to come in and enjoy the ocean's promise to escape the harsh sun in its coolness. Kivan wanted to jump in the water, but first everyone had to be ready. When all of his family signaled their preparedness all of them, human and creature, dove into the water. He swam down until the sun was blocked by the leafy fronds of the seaweed. Barely any light filtered through, but it was enough. He made his way to the type of plant he was looking for, the Nodelga kelp, and began to saw at the base of the thick stump with his serrarated knife. The stalk, soon freed of its obligation to its roots, began to slowly float upwards to the surface. Its path was obstructed by other plants, as if they wanted their companion to stay below the surface with them. Kivan swam up and dragged his long, heavy prize on to the docks. His younger sister, Almia, and her creature, Vibe, began to take the plant to the part of the dock where it would be de-leafed and processed.

While Nodelga kelp didn't have good berries, its stalk was thick and juicy and its leaves made a good substitute for wrap bread. Kivan's mouth watered at the thought of tilapia marinated in the savory fluids of Nodelga kelp. To his thoughts he added the crunchy bits of the stem. Now that was a good meal!

Clearing his head of thoughts of food (which only served to make him hungry) Kivan dove back into the water, this time with a sack instead of a knife. He began to pick water berries from the shorter pod plant. They were known as the pod plant because of their distinctive seed pods the berries became when left without being picked. The fruits were firm and round. Some had matured early and already held their hard, semi-circle seeds. Kivan put those ones in the pocket of his swimming shorts so they could be saved for seed. He had to go up a couple times for air. He didn't want to waste his power and endure the pain of sprouting gills, not now. When his sack was finally filled he heaved it out of the water to the storage unit and dumped them in. After that he took a short break to catch his breath.

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The water was refreshing and invigorating, reminding Retha of discovering something new. It was always fun to swim, whether for work or play. Her fur rippled from the disturbances in the water. It almost tickled. But it was a good kind of feeling, not the bad one that made you feel out of breath. In one of her taloned feet she carried a metal thing made of wire. This was a crab cage. With her other foot she grabbed unsuspecting crustaceans and put them in the crab cage. She only went for the larger ones so the little crabs could grow into something worth eating.

After dropping off the crab cage (full of the tasty little creatures, she was definitely not returning empty clawed) Retha took some rope and looked for breaks in the netting that kept sharks and larger fish out of the farm. Each rip would be repaired with careful knots. Retha prided herself on the dexterity of her fore feet (with good reason), so she was often the one who fixed the netting.

When she went up to put the rest of the rope away she heard Vibe call out, "Retha, can you get two more Nodelga?" Nodding her head Retha took a deep breath and dove back in the water. As she swam deeper into the forest of Nodelga kelp the yellow-green patterns on her skin began to glow. With this light she could clearly see each broad leaf and veined stem of the marine giants. She selected a fleshy stem and started to claw at it with a talon. It was soon separated from its roots and Retha aided it in its journey to the surface. Vibe, a dolphin-skinned dog-like creature, took the stalk in his strong jaws and began hauling it to the processing center, soon joined by Almia. Retha retrieved another plant from the ocean and went to help haul and process it.

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Kivan leapt back into the water, this time to get some Lagaba. The properties of the plant went through his mind: the leaves could be used as a seasoning or a salad and the berries could be brewed in a tea that would reduce pain. Chewing on the berries made your whole body numb. It was a curious sensation, or rather not a sensation at all. Lagaba was harder to grow than some other plants, say Nodelga kelp, but it fetched a better market price. Kivan picked some leaves off of each plant and then took some berries. He was careful not to take too much. Lagaba was too valuble to risk it dying. When he was finished gathering the produce he went back to the surface. With picking done, now was the time to process the crop. In some cases, like the Lagaba, the plant was laid out on the docks to dry in the sun. Other plants were put in wooden containers to keep them moist and flexible, like Nodelga kelp.

When the work was finally over (not that Kivan didn't enjoy it, he simply was tired) his father announced that they next day they would be going to a market island. This excited every kid in the family, including the creatures. Who would get selected to go? Everyone wanted to go to the market, where untold wonders could be found. After the family calmed down some Kivan's father announced that Kivan, Retha, Almia, Vibe, Suta (Kivan's older sister), Nacomma (the creature of Kivan's older sister), and the father himself would go. The ones who weren't going were disapointed (except for Kivan's mother, this meant she could rest the next day) but tried not to show it. Those who were going were exuberant. Most hid it so the ones left out wouldn't feel too bad. Almia and Vibe didn't. This would be their first time at a market island and they were younger and didn't know well enough to hide it. They ran along the docks, feet pounding against the weathered wood, whooping their excitement. Kivan smiled at the display of happiness. He too was glad that he was picked, and he hurried to help load the boats so they could set off first thing the next day.

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Something was fighting her. Not with tooth or claw but a strange temptation. A sweet taste coated Retha's tounge, one that she didn't remember. She saw two creatures together, one tall and imposing and the other had a softer, rounder look. She could feel their giddines that permeated the air. The two creatures romped with each other, rolling on the floor, nipping each others long ears and making play growling noises. The tall one, a male, licked the female's nose with a long, gentle tounge, caressing her nostrils delicately. A humming noise emenated from the female, a multi layered sound that seemed to drive one emotion into the angular male: pleasure. He wriggled at the sound's vibrations in ecasty, as if each variation in the note was another, marvelous life he was living. But Retha could see that he didn't want a different life, not now. He was with the female he loved. The female's humming grew to a crescendo and the male advanced on her. Retha closed her eyes as the pair laughed in pleasure, caught in a beastial embrace with a ferocity a human could never match.

Retha opened her eyes, expecting to see the two creatures she knew were her father and mother. When she saw they were not there she felt a pang of lonliness. It wasn't fair, why did humans get to know their parents and creatures never did, except maybe in dreams? The dream started to slip away from her. No! I must remember! Using the glow of her body she navigated the room to the place she kept her writing leaves. With her claws she wrote out as much detail as she could remember from her dream. The dark spots on the male's tail, the furry ruff on the female's head, the way their happiness was so real, so tangible it had seemed they were going to drown themselves in bliss; those things were all recorded. Tired from the effort of remembrance Retha stumbled back to her pallet, falling into a dreamless sleep.

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"Come on Kivan! Get up! You don't want to be a late sleeper, we might leave you behind!" Kivan sat up on Almia's demand and shook his head. He looked at the still sleeping Retha and tugged on one of her ears. Her eyes opened, pupils wide and dialated before they adjusted to the morning sunlight. The pair got up and quickly got ready. When they got out to the boats his mother was lecturing his father about the things that were needed from the market. Suta was already in the boat with Nacomma, ready to go. "Mom, you already told me everything on your shopping list. You know I won't forget." Suta said. Their mother embraced each one of them before kissing their father. As they cast off the people who stayed behind yelled, "Have fun!" and in Kivan's mother's case, "Don't forget to get land fruit!"

As the morning was pretty still, they had to row the boats instead of use the sails. Retha, Vibe, and Nocomma were in the water and pulling the boats with ropes they held between their teeth. Nacomma's thick body wasn't the best for swimming but her powerful muscles made up for it. They got it better off than we do, Kivan thought. They get to swim in the water while we have to row in the hot sun.

They finally arrived at the market place. It was as loud, colorful, and stimulating as ever. They carried their wares to an empty booth and began to put it on display. Humans and creatures of all different shapes, sizes and colors walked by the booth, some buying some berries, leaves, powders, or stalks of various types of seaweed. When Kivan and Retha were allowed to take a break they wandered amid the stalls and examined the different items for sale. There were so many! Cloth as soft as a seagull chick, sculptures as wierd as the deep ocean, and a machine that the owner claimed could scale and gut a fish in a thirty seconds flat were only some of the astounding merchandise. The market island was a fascinating place to visit, even if most of the time you spent was at your booth.

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Retha was amazed by everything. It was almost too much to take in. The tastes of strange spices on her tounge when she ate her vendor bought lunch left their flavors on her taste buds for at least an hour afterwards. The little non creature dog that toddled along side a human and her creature was the first true animal Retha had ever seen asides from fish and dolphins. The day seemed to fly by too fast. As they were packing up Kivan's father said, "Shoot! I forgot the land fruit. Retha, can you and Kivan go get some? We need some called apples and onions." He handed her the money when she agreed. Kivan walked with her to the land fruit section and they purchased what they needed.

On the way back they forgot which way they were supposed to go. Retha looked around to find someone to ask directions. A man asked, "Are you two lost?" Kivan nodded and the man said, "Follow me."

He led them to a dark alley. Retha hesitated and Kivan did the same. Sensing their hesitancy the man said, "Come on, it's a short cut." They followed him a little uneasily, but he had given them no reason to be distrusted so they kept up. The alley troubled them and as they were about to turn around the man rushed to Kivan and slammed a pad over his face. Retha let out a growl and prepared to leap at the man as Kivan quickly slumped to the ground. Something was on her back holding her down, though. The man, more wary of her than he had been with Kivan, waited until whatever was on Retha's back had pushed her head to the ground. Then he held the pad up to her nose. She held her breath as long as she could (which was a couple minutes) but she finally had to breath. When she did a sweet taste filled her mouth, one that overpowered her senses and knocked her unconcious.

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The man and his creature dragged the two victims to a boat and dropped them below deck.

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Seboro Naykodin was a little nervous. His mission sounded easy enough, but there were too many what ifs for his liking. It's simple, he told himself, just go to the orphanage and select a girl and her creature to do the experiment with. The girl should be smart but honest and have a creature that looks like it could fight. A creature... His creature was not with him right now. If his creature, Marred, was with him, that could easily complicate the mission.

Seboro almost didn't care. Sure, his creature was violent and usually angry at something, but Marred was loyal and a good, if somewhat sadistic, friend. Seboro and Marred had a different bond than most humans and creatures. They were duo-semis. In their case the human was calm, quiet person who wasn't very in touch with his emotions while the creature was an emotional, volatile individual who loved to fight.

Shuddering, Seboro remembered the old poem his mother had told him.

If you and your creature don't do well
You will not go to heaven but hell
If you and your creature do what's right
You will experience God's glorious might
If one of you does right and the other wrong,
You will be seperated an eternity long


He did not want to be seperated from Marred this long let alone an eternity.

Taking a deep breath he walked into to the orphanage. It was on the edge of First Island, a place that seemed ready to rid itself of people it couldn't use. After telling his made up story to the owner about wanting to adopt a teenage girl she had him sit down on a couch in a dirty room. He could hear her call for someone named Isabelle. He braced himself for telling more lies. He was pretty good at hiding his emotions. Waiting for the girl and her creature to arrive, his thoughts went to the alternate plan. I hope this doesn't come to that.

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The air was warm, suffocatingly warm, and Kivan couldn't breathe. His hands clutched at his throat and found gills had burst from his skin. Concentrating he tried to absorb the gills so he could use his lungs. They wouldn't recede though, and he began to grope around in the haze for water. Eyes were next to useless in the steamy fog and all his hands could feel was a doughy ground. There! He felt a liquid. He put his face into it and inhaled before gagging on the foul, sweet taste. He could breath it, but just barely. He started to feel woozy and slumped over in the unbearable heat, blacking out.

Kivan woke slowly. His whole body felt wierd and sluggish. The nearest feeling to this sensation was the numbness induced by Lagaba berries. When he stood up a wave of dizziness washed over him. Wobbling a bit, he examined where he was. The room he was in was small, barren and pretty dark except for- Retha! He rushed over to his creature and found she was sleeping deeply. Her glowing patterns were dim, which worried him. Putting his head up to her chest, he listened for a heartbeat. It came slow and loud, like the booming of distant thunder. She is going to be okay. Healthwise, at least. What's going to happen to us in the long run? Why are we here?

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Tha-boom...Tha-boom...Tha-boom... The heart pounded. The little, not fully developed creature could hear the heart that pumped blood through its carrier's veins. Its own tiny organ was trying to match the pace with the larger heart in its beats. Tha-boom. It was a calming lullaby, one that made the small creature want to stay in the dark, fluid filled place forever. But the place had other ideas for it. Slowly yet steadily the little creature was pushed into another chamber. In this one the heart's comforting noise was diminished. This saddened the tiny creature and it squirmed uncomfortably. It's underdeveloped limbs soon tired though and it had to rest. When it woke from its not-quite-sleep it tried to move into a better position to hear the heart beat. It found that it was stuck in a hard casing and it could barely hear the coursing of the heart at all. Muscles began to push the creature further from the heart, farther from its solace. It wanted to get out of the casing- the word egg came to mind, one of the few the creature could comprehend at the moment- but it was too late. The egg-cased creature discovered the weakness in its own limbs and resolved to grow stronger to break free and return to the place of the heartsong.

Retha awoke from her dream. It was as vivid as the one of her parents but had a different feeling, a feeling of losing something and the determination to regain it. After stretching she examined where she was at. What am I doing in a small, dank room? The only source of light in the gloom was her own lit skin. "Kivan?" she said in a querying tone.

"I'm here, Retha. I am glad you are alright." was his reply. She stiffly walked over to her human and sat down beside him. The same question was running through both of their minds: Why are we here?

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"Who the hell are you?" the girl, Isabelle, asked. She seemed anxious and nervous. Why shouldn't she be? Here was a man she had never met before who possibly wanted to adopt her. Seboro wondered what was going through her mind. A small grin flitted across his face for a moment. Honest, check. Or at least not afraid to speak her mind, which is similar. Glancing at the girl's creature he though, A creature who can fight, check. Or at least it looked like it. Maybe the lion was a pacifist? No, the way it was standing didn't make it seem so. The creature looked like it was made of tough stuff.

"I'm Seboro Naykodin," he introduced himself, doing his best to put on a mask of hope with a tinge of sadness. He ran a hand through his dark brown hair. Please be cooperative, girl. He couldn't let himself think of the girl as Isabelle. What was going to be done to her could possibly be too terrible for him to grow attached to her. "Recently my daughter died in a boat accident along with her creature. She was about your age." He paused, took a deep breath, let his body tremble a little, and went on. "My wife has been mourning since then and came to me saying that she had a dream of our daughter's spirit. The spirit said she would be happier if we were happy and suggested having another daughter. My wife decided that she would like to adopt an older girl, one around our late daughter's age. I agreed. Would you and your creature like to come with me to my home and meet my wife and see if you would like to become a part of our family?" Finally his speech was over with. How would the girl react? He noted her burying her fingers in her creature's fur. So they have a close bond. Good. They'll need it. He thought back to the more coarse way one of his co-workers subdued the other pair. Seboro desperately hoped her wouldn't have to resort to such measures. Come on girl, just go with me. For your sake and your creature's. He watched her as he waited for her to reply.

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With every crevice of their cell explored there wasn't much for Kivan and Retha to do. In their explorations they had found: tally marks on a wall amounting to 22, A pile of empty crates in a corner, and a pile of excretement in another corner. At this discovery they had wrinkled there noses. I'm glad we have no sense of smell in this case, Kivan thought. That dung pile is on the larger size.

The trapdoor above them opened and a package was dropped on the dirty ground. Kivan cautiously ripped apart the clean white paper and found some food. Two apples, two small dried fish, and two buns were inside the container along with a water bottle made at of a strange, flexible material that was see through. "Retha, we got food!" Kivan announced to his creature. She came over and they each took their share of food. The water they tried to conserve for they didn't know when they would be receiving more.

They quickly got bored again. Or at least Kivan did. Retha seemed to be entertaining herself by scratching out weird symbols on the wall. "What are those for?" the human inquired.

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There was nothing to do, no source of entertainment in this cell. So what did Rethat do? She made her own fun. With her claws she began to scratch out a story in her written language. The walls were made of a strange substance that looked like rock. Retha didn't think that was the true nature of the walls though, for they seemed to have smaller stones in them and had a gritty texture.

"What are those for?" Kivan asked. Retha finished her sentence and looked at her human. "These tell a story. They... speak a language your eyes can learn."

"You can make speaking symbols?" he asked, intrest plainly showing in his voice. "I don't hear any noise from them, though." Retha grimaced and said, "Do you hear with your eyes? No. You see with your eyes. With these you see them and they mean something in your head. When you see a fish you know it is a fish, right? The word 'fish' pops up in your mind. With these if you see the right combination of symbols that means fish and the word pops up in your mind just like when you see a fish swimming."

Kivan closed his eyes. Retha could tell he was thinking about this new information. "Show me this thing that means fish," he demanded. She scratched out on the floor. "But it looks nothing like a fish. How does it make sense?" Retha could see he wasn't going to be convinced about this. "Never mind, it is probably something you won't need to know anyways."

The trapdoor lifted and someone shoved their face in. "Quiet down or there isn't going to be anymore food for you." the person said. After this Kivan said, "I'm going to try to sleep." Retha shrugged and resumed her writing on the wall.

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"Where are we headed? Where do you and your wife live?" the lion asked. Seboro's mind flickered to his home island. There were real lions there, not just creatures. Of course, they were somewhat scarce, but he and Marred had been lucky enough to see one. It would of been an awesome experience if Marred had not, well, marred it. Seboro gave an internal grimace at the memory. His creature had tried to steal the lion's kill, even though that was by far unnecessary. Marred ended up losing the fight, which made him dislike lions. Seboro hoped his creature wouldn't react negatively to the girl's creature.

"We have to take a boat to my home island. It is about a week's worth of sailing to get there from here. There's the boat we are taking," Seboro said as he led the pair up to it. Of course the island wasn't his real home island, but they didn't need to know that. Now we just have to hope she doesn't find out about the captured pair below decks. Marred was waiting for them, a expression that looked like an angry glare on his face. At first Seboro thought it was accidental but then he noticed his creature's eyes were focused on the lion creature. Making a coughing noise to attract Marred's attention Seboro gave a minute shake of his head. Marred wiped off the expression.

"Heya, Seb. You got them? I am pleased to meet you both. Seb and Milena have been so sad since their daughter died, I am glad they found someone who can fill the empty niche." Marred said in a way that seemed a trace sarcastic. Seboro shot Marred a glare. The creature's ears cocked down a notch. His body language read, fine, I'll do as you say, that doesn't mean I like it for a moment. Then Marred was acting happy and kinder, much to Seboro's relief.

With Marred beside him Seboro led the girl and her creature to a cabin. "This is where you will be staying, if it is all right with you," he said, opening the door. Inside was a large bed with a thick mattress and various blankets ranging from heavy to sheet-light, a cushion on the floor for the creature sleep on if he so wished, a mirror, and a dresser with some clothes in it. Marred squirmed beside him, obviously not wanting to give such a luxurious room to a girl with a lion for a creature. He didn't say anything, but his eyes were shooting daggers into the lion's back. Seboro kicked his creature, trying to tell him to knock it off, and waited for the girl's response.

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He dreamed he was an adult. Standing tall and with a conceited pride he watched as two men cowered before him. Anger coursed through him. It was almost palpable in the air. "You have failed me." he said, a certain finality ringing in his words. "I told you to retrieve the dues owed to me from that scruffy farmer. You didn't. What shall I do with you?" He grinned maliciously, a hand fingering his pet's head. Meito was a densely furred hunting cat, his prized possession. The two men were trembling, despite the fact they had a size advantage over the man who was terrorizing them. "Rip, Meito. Rip." he commanded, pointing at the worthless people kneeling at the foot of his seat. To his surprise the cat didn't obey his order and was instead rooted to the spot. He didn't see but when one of the men looked fearfully into the cat's eyes they saw they were clouded with an occasional flash of clarity and intelligence that was beyond any normal animal's.
With a fluid movement he drew his ornate sword and advanced on his victims, a growl of annoyance in his throat at the fact he had to dispatch of the men himself. What was wrong with Meito? The cat was definitely going to be disciplined after this. Distracted from the task at hand he simply drove the sword through the heart of each man instead of giving them the suffering they deserved. At this Meito blinked, slowly and as if waking from a trance. With a yowl the cat launched herself at her owner. He sidestepped the assault and looked into her eyes, expecting her to cower from his glare. Instead it was he who looked away. In her eyes he saw a human like intelligence and sadness that alarmed him. What had happened to his pet?
"You must not be allowed to do this. You cannot be allowed to have a bloody reign. It is wrong." Meito said in a husky voice that sounded like it was a new muscle being exercised: young and underdeveloped, but filled with raw power. He shrunk back from the intense emotions in the voice. Pain, anger, self-disgust, and most of all love despite the evils of a person. Meito advanced on him and pounced, her mouth closing around his neck in a flurry of rapid movement.
He was dying. Some of his guards came into the room. He belatedly wished he had allowed some in his chamber so they could of helped him handle the unfaithful Meito. In her hoarse, unused voice the cat said, "Lord Liokis is dead. I will now rule in his stead, for I have learned much from being at his side. I will make efforts not to be as cruel as him."
Before a blackness swallowed him up he saw Meito send him a look full of sorrow and regret, but also thanks. The look seemed to say, thank you for ridding yourself of humanity so I was jolted into an intelligent life. When the cat turned back to the guards, they were kneeling before her, astounded by the talking animal.


Kivan knew he had just witnessed the bloody beginning of the creatures that were with every human today.

Kivan woke from his strange dream of the past to a loud noise that was a mixture of something grating and shrieking. He covered his ears in an effort to block the horrible noise. Looking around, he saw Retha had dragged a metal nail that had been holding one of the crates together across the wall. Her ears were clamped to her skull at the unexpected noise. She looked at him sheepishly and said, "Sorry, I just wanted to try to write with this instead so my claws wouldn't stand the chance of dulling. I didn't know the nail would wail like that." The awful noise still ringing in his ears Kivan nodded. "It's alright. Just don't do that again."

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When the door was closed rudely on his human Marred wanted to bite the girl. He was about to open the door but Seboro's strong hand grabbed the nape of his neck and dragged him away. "You will treat them well. You hear me?" the human said harshly. "If you respect me you will follow my directions."

Marred slunk off to a different part of the deck, not wanting to face Seboro. Of course I respect you, Seb. That doesn't mean I have to obey you, though. He began planning how he would face the lion, Rajah, in a duel, and being the victor in the fight. He would then eat Rajah, of course. Let that show the lion of long ago what kind of creature he was.

With these fantasies he began to doze. Screaming suddenly pierced his dreams and he woke up. He followed his keen ears to the girl's room. Was she having a nightmare? Marred couldn't stand nightmares himself, although he would never admit it. Most of his were about him and Seboro being seperated forever and never being able to see each other. Or about Seboro hating him. Those were really bad nightmares for Marred knew he could count on Seboro always in real life. He didn't know what he would do without his human sometimes even though he often acted as if he didn't need the human. They were duo-semis. In an old language the phrase meant two halves. If a half is missing its companion they can never be whole.

Marred waited until the screaming stopped. He could hear some movement in the room then settling down. After a couple minutes of waiting he went in the room. Padding quietly up to the bed in which the girl, Isabelle, lay with her creature, he rubbed his face against her leg and said, "I know how nightmares can be scary and hurt terribly. Just remember they are not real unless you chose them to be."

His ears suddenly flattened to his head as a noise that was a cross between a shriek and the grating of nails running down a chalkboard rang out. I thought the two below decks were told to be quiet! He was frozen on the ground for a couple seconds more as he recovered from the noise. He hoped the girl didn't wake up while he was recuperating.

OOC: Sorry this took so long and doesn't have many viewpoints. As you can see, you aren't the only one who has a trouble sometimes (I run out of time too). I also understand writers block.

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Seboro was jolted from his cooking job by a grating sound that seemed to echo from the bottom of the ship. I told them to keep the prisoners quiet! This is what I get for not doing the job on my own. Fuming he finished slicing the pepper he was cutting. At least for him he was angry. Since he was the calmer side of the duo-semi the strongest anger he had felt at all was something a level above annoyance. That didn't mean he didn't know the prisoners had to be kept quiet, though. He realized the importance of that. He just didn't get really angry about it. No one knew why duo-semis worked the way they did, not even the duo-semis themselves.

He stormed up the deck to the man who was in charge of the prisoners. The man, Garrit, turned around to face Seboro. His smile quickly vanished to be replaced by a fearful look. "That wasn't the bottom of the boat scraping something, was it." he said softly. "No, it wasn't. I thought you were in charge of keeping them quiet first and foremost." Seboro said loudly. In his experience people spoke in loud tones when they were angry, so he copied their techniques. "I didn't know they could make such a noise at such a volume." Garrit said. Garrit had learned that if one was reasonable with Seboro and defended themself well he would sometimes lessen the punishment.

Seboro yanked the trap door open and yelled, "Don't do anything you even think would make noise! I want to hear nothing from you!" He was glad the girl was asleep at this point. The noise shouldn't penetrate into her room if the door was closed, which there was no reason for it not to be. He glared at Garrit. "You get off lucky. This time. Less of a portion of dinner for you." Seboro walked back to the kitchen, so buried in his worries and anxieties that he didn't notice Isabelle's door, slighly ajar.

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The screech rang again and again in Marred's head. It was a horrible noise. He shuddered, then realized Isabelle had spoken. "What was that?" The girl looked scared. "I... don't know," Marred replied. Which in a way was the truth. He didn't know what exactly cause the noise. Sure, he suspected the prisoners, but the question wasn't what did he think the noise was.

Through the door way, which Marred had foolishly left open, Seboro's voice could be heard. "No, it wasn't. I thought you were in charge of keeping them quiet first and foremost." Pause, likely the Garrit man was speaking here. Then, "Don't do anything you even think would make noise! I want to hear nothing from you!" Marred's first thought was, Jeez, he can never reach the proper levels of anger, can he. After that he looked at Isabelle. What would she think of Seboro's shouting?

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First Retha's ears had to bear the abuse of the nail and now an angry person was yelling at her. This meant the people who had captured them had heard the noise. That meant no food. Well, at least we saved some water. What was so important about being quiet?

Kivan walked over to her and began to ask her to write something. He explained he was curious how the dream he just had would look on the wall. "But make sure to scratch the wall with your claws, not the nail." He began to tell the story of his dream and Retha recorded it. She was amazed at his dream of the First Creature. Now there was a name to the enigmatic figure. Meito. She gladly reccorded each detail of the story, glad to have something to do to take her mind off her mistake. It was a bloody beginning to her kind, but one that lasted and made her who she was today: a sentient creature who was bonded to a human who she loved and knew was loved by in turn. It was the sort of love a brother would have for a sister, but deeper and more ingrained in the soul.

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"It looks... interesting." Kivan said as he eyed the finished story Retha had scratched out on the wall. All the symbols meant nothing to him. He could tell the words were actually a mixture of the same set of symbols over and over, but couldn't make sense of it. Uncapping the water bottle he took a swig. He swished it around, gauging how much was left. There was enough to last the two of them 8 hours, maybe a little more. Not a happy thought when you didn't know when the next water supply was coming.

"I wonder if anyone else uses symbols to talk. Wouldn't it be neat if you invented something totally new?" Kivan mused, excited at the brilliance of his creature. Although he couldn't understand the written language, he understood how it could be useful. With it he could put symbols on a Nodelga leaf and everyone else would know that he went fishing. It was a way to talk without actually being there in person.

The symbols' attraction was a hook, and Kivan, after some thinking, swallowed the line. He couldn't resist the advantages to this method of communication. "I will be more patient now. Please teach me how to decipher these."

Retha turned to him, ears perked up and smiling. "Each symbol has at least one sound to it. Let's start with a basic one. This is the symbol for the a sound..."

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"What was that all about?" Isabelle asked, uncertainly. "I know you know."

Marred's ears flattened against his skull. Thanks a lot, Seboro. You left me with a very sticky situation here. What should he do? Well, there was always the option of telling the truth. Yeah, but since when was the the girl and her creature supposed to know about the prisoners? I was given orders not to mention them. By a dead serious Seboro. I don't want him to be angry at me.

He could lie, but he was no where near as good at it as Seboro. Sure, his human could be bland in his emotions, but that did have its advantages. Like being able to lie well. So no, Marred wasn't going attempt to lie. That would probably end badly.

Then Rajah said, "Yes, please explain." Marred glanced at the lion who seemed smug about something. The dammed purring noise he was making drove Marred crazy. Marred never purred himself, he couldn't, despite his catlike aspects. This lion showing off really irritated him. This lion. Marred's eyes narrowed as he sized the other creature up. He had forgotten the sound from below decks, all he cared about now was besting the lion.

He would not lose. He was sure of it. Tail swishing back and forth, he released musk from his scent glands, filling the room with a sharp, almost citrus like smell. Except it was more sour and bitter than any citrus fruit that was normal. Crouching with a low growl, he prepared to spring.

Then he the ringing of the dinner bell. Immediately he regained some of his composure. I almost gave Seboro a bad face. I can't lose myself like that again in the future. Not anytime soon, at least. To the girl and her creature he said, "It's time to eat." He opened the door and walked to the dining area, where Seboro had made pasta with sausage and peppers. Looks like I was saved by the bell. I just hope the girl and her creature don't bring up my mistake.

OOC: I hope Marred's scent isn't unrealistic or unimaginable. I have no sense of smell myself, but I wanted to show aggression without actual fighting.