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Update :
Jan 26th : changed music, hopefully the last time x_x Added border images.
Jan 24th : @_@ Coded Kou's page. I never want to code again.
Also finished Koudelka innnnnnnn.... Less than 12 hours xD *Will replay 7 times*
-invalid_words-  Over - High and Mighty Color (Yeah I changed it ^_^; )    Alias : Koudelkah Name : Koudelka Iasant Nicknames Given : Witch, Age : 35 Gender : Female Species : Zafara Mother : Abandoned Father : Deceased Siblings : Abandoned Love : Edward Children : Halley Petpet : None (Yet) Occupation : Medium, Psychic Abilities : Can see/hear the dead. Can communicate with spirits. Has a strong healing magic. Selection of elemental spells. Yes, she's very magical. Element : Light Nationality : Welsh Weapon of Choice : Varies Appearance Fur : Somewhat Messy Eye colour : Brown Nose colour : Pink Spikes colour : Spotted Pastel Colours Main Pelt Colour : Very dark Gray blue/purple(#393943) Secondary Pelt Colour : Type of Slate Blue (#576C80) Tail Tip : Burnt, tip still glows like an ember. Markings : An array of purple/purple brown spots on ears, tail and legs. Heart and wing marking, criss cross patter through heart, made of various purple shades. Accessories : A bangle around each wrist, markings etched in and green type gems, also one near end of tail. Brown choker around neck, golden markings and patterns along with a golden jewel. Lastly, a very important golden pendant on a silver string. Very, VERY, VERY important.   You follow Koudelka closely, looking behind yourself often with unease. She almost seems to be getting annoyed with this behaviour, but keeps her mouth firmly shut. A glint in the corner grabs you eyes, and you reckonize it as the necklace you dropped earlier. As you dart over to grab it, the only thing that meets your hand are piercing teeh, slicing into your skin. You shriek, and Koudelka instinctively grabs her gun and shots off a few rounds, right into the head of the monster that's decided your hand is a snack. Its grip loosens, and slowly it slumps to the ground, dead. You recoil back, standing up and holding your hand. Your breath gets caught in your throat as you hear loud screeching. Just as your eyes set on some small monsters, possibly children of their kind, they drop to the group as quickly as the first. Of course, it was accompanied by shots from Koudelka's gun. Koudelka reloads her gun, putting it away in the bag. She turns down the hall, not waiting for you. Y-you killed them...! T-that was a family..!! You shout, staring at the blood on the gorund. And a hungry one at that. Those things can strip you clean in a minute. She states, continuing. But... They were probably just babies... What about the rest of that family... You begin, turning around to look at her walking away, Can you even imagine what they would feel, having to leave their children on their own?! You ask her. She comes to a halt, looking over her shoulder to look at you. No, no you wouldn't! You're not a parent, so you couldn't know. You state, crossing your arms, victorious. Actually, She begins, I'm a mother. You look at her for a moment, Oh come on, like I'm going to believe that. She turns around, putting her hand in the pouch and pulling out some sort of small flip book. Looking down, she goes through a few of the plastic pages before holding it out to you. Your eyes rest on the photo. My little boy's just turned 13. She explains, a hint of pride being picked up in her voice, I still need to get a photo of him at the moment. You stare of the photo for a moment. It's a picture of her, only when she's slightly younger, holding a young zafara who looks about 5 or 6. It's quite a happy photo by the looks of it, both of them smiling for the camera and Koudelka truly seeming to have a mother's love. She must be telling the truth, although... I can't see much resemblance... You say, looking her in the eyes. She gives a slight nod, Mainly only my pelt markings and genes seem to have come up, I suppose. She states, He looks more like his father. She pulls it back, flicking through a few more plastic pages before holding it out again. Sweet Borovan, he does... You say with a slight gasp, looking at the other in the photo. A zafara, just a bit older than what Koudelka was in the previous one, holding the little zafara. You can definitely see in that one, although without Koudelka's own genes as she stated, he probably would have looked very different. Although, of course, they are both younger than the last. Koudelka's son looking about 2. So. Koudelka begins, putting it away, I know all too well the hardships of having to leave my own flesh and blood for the greater good. You stomp your feet, seeming a bit furious now, How could you leave your son?! When, how old?! A few years ago, I had to leave him on his own. She confesses Why? You hiss. If I didn't... Those... They... They would have killed him. I couldn't bare to even think of that... ...What..? You ask. It's... A long story. She says, turning around and beginning down the halls again, ... ---And thus, her story continues---     -image- Starlet is a rare breed of Bika. They're only specialized around the region here, bred as a stead rather than as a common pet. I purchased her some years ago, quite cheaply compared to the usual hundred-thousand price range her kind pitch. She's quite a good Bika, a cross of the breeds I believe though. (I guess that explains why her price was lowered.) She's fast, so she does her job. Some times too fast in my own opinion. Along with that, she seems to show more affection than most people I've met in my journeys. I'm a little ashamed to admit, but the money I do managed to scratch together usually goes to taking care of her. Buying her food, keeping her mane brushed, sugar cubes, all that jazz. There's no point me being well looked after if Starlet isn't here to help me. I can always get more money, but I don't think I'll be able to find another creature like Starlet.      Rules: READ THEM. Even if you're from a board, READ THEM. Do Not steal. Srsly. Do Not enter into any contest what-so-ever. They're so small, srsly. Do Not claim as your own. Do Not remove my name. Do Not take a custom that is not yours. Do Not remove my link. Do be polite. Do speak English. Do request a trade if you have your own set, or I won't be happy at all. Do Send me a neomail, FOLLOWING the rules, even if you're FROM a board. Being on one of my boards doesn't give you some sort of greater privileges. Arg. Do post 'Phenomenon' as your title for a request Do have 'Nemeton' as your title for a trade Do Respect the status ONLY neomail me on this account. To any other accounts will be flat out ignored. The status on my (Mieu) main (JadeCurtiss) overrides what's below. Status: Requests : Open/Closed Trades : Loved/Closed Request Waiting List : Trade Waiting List : None Form Someone asked me to type up a form so... Here goes! Main Account : So I know where to contact you Pet's FULL name : So I can fine Reference : Where I can find a reference. A MUST. Eye Color : Yeah, just tell me ^_^; Anything else? : Anything extra I need to know?  A checklist for your convenience 83
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