here will go junk once I'm not totally too lazy to write it all out muahaha.

FireHearrt: I haven't got a terrible lot of friends, I suppose I never really made the time to make them. Anyway, Hearrt has always been there with me ever since I returned from the Storm Palace (she's very much like me, we share many of the same talents), we spar together and develop our powers, bounce ideas off of eachother, the usual creative garbage. Hearrt has the sweetest, calmest, most trusting personality I've ever seen on a person, I feel completely secure around her (and I feel sort of slimy too, I've never been nor ever will be half as good and kind-hearted as she is.)

Luchaie: Luchaie is... sort of a touchy subject... Almost the minute after I was introduced to my longlost brother Akidjano I was meeting all of his friends and only naturally the first one I become acquainted with is.... Luchaie. Luchaie was the love of my young life, no exaggeration. I've always been sort of... not exactly flirtatious, but extremely... interested in guys, call me whatever names you wish. Luchaie fit the bill to almost every last description of my perfect guy. And for a while things went okay, I don't even know if he was entirely aware just how in love with him I was, and I was on the verge of telling him all about it, finally spilling my guts after all this time, when Jano returns from his first voyage with the terrible news: Luchaie is dead. I can't tell you how many weeks went by of solid tears, me and Jano's misery was unparalleled by any I've ever read about or known of before.

And then years later Luchaie returns. I don't know how or why, but he's back, more substantial than a ghost, he's an angel. I don't understand the full kinetics of his situation, he's told us all he's forbidden to speak of it, but he's back and that's all that matters.

However... there's a new complication....

Just in time for Luchaie to return, I'd fallen for another Lupe, a Lupe who was considerably more than I'd ever dreamed to find in a man. Even though the pair of us were smitten from the instant we locked eyes on eachother... seeing Luchaie even after all this time... evoked some feelings that I should never feel. No one should ever feel when they belong so perfectly, so inexorably, to someone else. Suktaro is my one and only love, no matter how Luchaie may wish it otherwise.

Passing over that slight conflict between them, Suktaro is one of my most treasured friends, friend before lover. Even when... Ani happened, he could handle it. He came straight back to me, the tie hadn't been broken by our separation and it isn't broken now with a daughter that he didn't sire. The only issue is Kajanko...

(sorry these relations go on forever, Kaylema's stories are many and very complicated. She's been our favorite object of abuse :))

AuburnAura: Aura. *a growl rips suddenly from her lips as she stiffly frames the name.* I was so desperately lonely after Luchaie's death I clung to whoever would put up with me. Aura stuck around only to use me, and I hate to admit that I was just the barnacle she needed. Looking back I can't even recount all the evil she put me through, all of the abuse I'd been led so unknowingly through. However, and probably for the best, my eyes were finally opened after me and Akidjano's vicious argument. AuburnAura whisked me away in my distraught state to a club she'd been specifically forbidden to attend by KitKat and Kylie themselves. They'd even abducted all her identification so that she couldn't sneak off and get in without their knowledge. However stupid and brainless Aura may appear she's no idiot when it comes to getting what she wants. She forged I.D.'s for us both and before I knew it we were inside, Aura dumping me with some guy and hitting the dancefloor. That "some guy" is Ahniyra's father.

Arkune: .... if you're confused by why I was so... vicious earlier, he's the reason. Recently I've been getting threatening letters and messages and I think they're all from him. I'd better not get ahead of myself...

So Aura left me, distraught, angry, hurt. I was in no mood and no shape for a party, I'd worn myself out so much from the arguing and the shouting and the crying that even my voice was weak with the rawness of my throat. She ditched me, and my misery was evident on my face, because Arkune immediately acted concerned and bought me a drink (I wasn't even of legal age! Neither of us were. But again... the wonder workings of Aura...) At the bar he coerced me into sharing my problems, and he responded with a sincerity and a concern that I was unprepared for. I was dazzled; he was in no way unattractive, and the sheer poetry and comfort of his words (coupled of course with several martinis) had me senseless before I could stop myself. Desperate and clingy, I went with him. And little did I know the events that would set in motion....

Immediately afterward I was overwhelmed with shame. I fled from the club, leaving Aura so high and drunk there was no way she'd be able to make it home, much less out the door. But I didn't care, I was too sickened with myself. Tears already resurfacing and streaking my face, I ran all the way home, tearing through the house without a word to anyone. I locked myself in my room and cocooned myself in my sheets, wanting never ever to leave them. At some point in the night Akidjano knocked hesitantly on the door, and, fearing I'd be discovered more than a replay of our argument, I shrieked at him to leave. His shadow dithered outside in the hall for a moment, and then with a resigned sigh it faded. I was stricken with myself, the stupidity and patheticness of me.

But it got harder to hide. There were more dire consequences of my snap decisions than I ever could have imagined. I hid for days, not even leaving to eat. Kitkat and Kylie eventually wedged the truth from Aura, who'd been discovered the day after the night of the flyaway party passed out headfirst in a dumpster behind the supermarket, and they assumed my continued absence from the dining hall was because I feared punishment. Already onto Aura, Kitkat and Kylie took it in turns to dawdle outside my bedroom door, talking through the crack calmly, saying repeatedly that in no way would I be punished, it was a mistake anyone could make, it was Aura's fault for manipulating me in my darkest hour. Their forgiveness made it even more unbearable. After several successive weeks of silence from me they eventually stopped, and I was left alone in my room, unbothered.

But I was starving. Still to terrified of being found out to venture downstairs for a proper meal, I'd raided all my packs, all my furniture, all the pockets of my clothing in search of any kind of nourishment, most of it in the form of powerbars and hard candies. I couldn't take it, the cravings were reaching a magnitude I couldn't ignore and my body was so weak I hardly had the energy to stay awake. For the first time in over a month I left the solitude of my room, late one evening, my distended stomach roaring and churning inside me.

The warm aroma of the night's roast greeted me, persuading me more powerfully than anything had ever tempted me. I slipped downstairs as quietly as possible, tiptoeing to the stove, where the leftovers of ham had been wrapped tightly in tin foil and set to incubate. As I peeled back the layers, literal strings of drool dripping from my lips, the light suddenly flipped on and I gasped, the half-warm ham dashed to the floor. I whirled around in terror, and saw to my irascible horror Akidjano standing frozen in his place, paw still on the switch.

I flinched away, wishing beyond all wishes the astounded look would slide from his face, the lights would suddenly go out and he'd think it was just a trick of the florescent bulbs. I couldn't stand the shock and disappointment in his eyes, the silence stretching between us was more horrible than I can ever describe. A few more seconds ticked by, dangerous, heavy, like the short time before the detonation of a live stick of dynamite, before Akidjano's face split into a mad sort of grimace, the rage exploding from him in tangible waves. The argument that followed was unprecedented, doors slammed open thunderously from above, the elephantine steps of forty-plus pets booming their scorn. Not able to bear the shame I turned and ran, my belly weighing me down some, Akidjano's roaring bellows echoing after me. My stomach still growled.

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I ran and ran, my paws thudding heavily on the pavement, asphalt fading eventually to dirt, to fields, to salt flats, to meadows, to the woods, and finally to the coast, where my body finally gave up on me. I puttered to a stop and collapsed, I was more than spent, I was beyond living. The pain and fatigue in my very bones was so great I no longer felt it, the numbness was spreading and I knew I was going to die, there was no way around it. As the black pressure closed in my eyes slid shut, and I welcomed the painless release with a wan sort of smile on my face.

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It didn't come. I woke up suddenly, laying on plush overstuffed throw pillows piled on a feinting couch of marble. Blinking blearily, entirely disoriented, I gazed around the vast, clean room. It was wide, circular, and comparatively bare, though no less beautiful than the Taj Mahal. Gossamer curtains of the finest cloth I'd ever seen fluttered in the open sunshine flooding the white alabaster structure. I sat up, thoroughly convinced I'd died and somehow qualified for heaven. I even half-hoped to see Luchaie come striding through the high mullioned doors to my left, for his soul was surely purer than mine, and if I could make it in he'd be here for certain.

But that fantasy was shot down abruptly as a creature of the fay tittered daintily in through the dual doors instead. It was a Faerie I recognized from my own stint in Faerieland.

Her name is Avein and she was my mother's assistant with me back home. She's not my most favorite person on earth, and I wouldn't even extend the lie far enough to even call us friends. Nevertheless I was grateful for her presence. She explained the lot of what had happened to me. Avein herself had been flying over the coastlines the night of my flight, and spotted me passed out in the sand. Wasting no time, she used her brand of magic to whisk me off to this temple, where I'd been put on extensive healing treatment. It was one whole week since I'd left my home, and I'd been out cold for all of it.

The other Faeries and creatures of the fay nourished me, and taught me. Apparently it had been my mother's plan to ship me off to this temple all along, as I'd shown prodigious potential in my powers enough for Merayn to have called for a fortune to be told on me. (Avein explained this all by the by, don't want to lose you here.) As the prophecy revealed my name had been down as an Air Sage ever since I was born; no one it seems had bothered to tell my mother.

I was taught theory and physics while entering my third trimester when I could not begin the rigorous training sessions Avein had planned for me, and in two months time Avein herself helped deliver my pup.

Ahniyra. Avein suggested it. In the old fay language it means "Half-moon." Avein didn't explain herself further, but the name sounded pretty anyway, and after that it stuck.

~~~~~(there's more to the story but I'm afraid that's about all I can ask of you readers today, her life is so very full of tragedy hehe.)~~~~~~~~

Well... both my blood family and my adopted family are fairly extensive, I mean, I come from a family of seven children! And the grand total of pets in Kitkat and Kylie's boarding house exceeds like... forty, all combined.

These are the pets who're with me originally though, before all the others came.

Niakii: From the start she hasn't liked me. Even now, though she's polite and courteous enough, there's always some steel in her eyes whenever she looks at me, a locking in her jaw. I don't know what I ever did to make her hate me so much, but there you have it. She's kind of like the housewide nanny, I guess, she cleans up all the messes and cooks and cares for the tots 'n junk.

Iisiella: Izzy. Well... she's a character. She was missing when I came to the house, she'd run away and gotten lost and tied up in all the Darigan business, but I met her soon enough and I'm not terribly sure if I like her or dislike her. She's a good person to have on your side, though, because that means you're less likely to be pranked by RookieRascal. Izzy's cookie-obsessed and crude, mostly I just try to keep out of her way.

Akidjano: He's my brother and probably my best friend in the whole world, even if I only met him a few years ago. He's not terribly pleased with me at present....

Currently there is an issue with Ahniyra's father. Arkune is believed to have been sending Kaylema threatening messages, and more frightening than the death threats is the fact that Arkune apparently knows where Kaylema's hiding place is, which steepens the danger further. Kaylema has no idea what to do other than go haywire with protection, rushing anyone to approach and rendering them to immobility until she can straighten out who's who. More than simple protection for her own life she would hate herself indefinitely if any of her newfound accomplices were killed in the act of guarding her.

Arkune's apparent desire is to reclaim Ahniyra as his own, since technically she's his child too.

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