You want to hear about me?
Why would you want to hear about me? I mean, I guess I'll tell you – but I'm only doing this because Mr. Loren said that you were alright.
I trust him, not you. But nobody's ever asked me any questions before. I've been around for thirteen years and not once has anybody ever really asked me anything.
So, why do you care? Because, before Mr. Loren, nobody ever cared about me. Never met my dad, my mom skipped out on me. I grew up in an orphanage and I wasn't alone, either. There were a lot of kids. I guess war just does that to people. Yeah, it sucks, but it's true. I was just one of 'em. The Citadel's full of 'em.
And even if I'm not really one of them anymore, I'm still just some girl on the street with a notebook. So, I guess you can sort of understand why I'm asking why in the heck you want to hear anything about me.
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Montana "Monty" Loren
13 in human years.
Capital City, Darigan Citadel
Living with adoptive father, M. R. Loren
Monty is guarded and quiet. Those who don't know her well might assume that she is shy, and that wouldn't be far from the truth. She has a marked reluctance to interact with those outside of her circle. She keeps this attitude not because she holds herself above others, but because she holds herself below them.
Even among her own her circle, she is reluctant to show her true self. She keeps her self safe behind a wall of sarcasm and cold indifference.
In her life - as a child living without a family in a war-torn country - she has learned that this is the only way to stay in one piece.
Monty figures that if she weren't a born and bred Darigan, she might be pretty. She dreams of small bones and fine feathers, and maybe a golden beak for good measure. What she doesn't realize is that she's already pretty. Her fur is a dark purple and her wings are wide and silky. Her claws are sharp enough to cut through steel and her beak is a pure shade of onyx. She is beautiful, but she hides her body underneath layers of clothing (her favorite is her dark trench coat) and dyes her, admittedly shaggy, hair.
- sandwiches from the shop down the street
- a warm house
- her father
being hungry -
people who can't handle Darigan pets -
SPYDERS OMG -
i've seen some years
The streets were dark and ravaged, the sky and moon were hidden by the smoke of below and the woman stood, hunched over the wailing thing, in an empty doorway. It's the best for her,
the woman said, choking back tears. Staying with you is what's best for her,
a man said, his voice even.
She broke into a sob. You don't know that! If the boss finds her, he'll kill her!But the boss won't find her! You two will be far, far away!
The woman sobbed again and the baby, picking up on her mother's distress, began to cry louder. Shh,
she cooed. It's okay, baby. It'll all be alright.She doesn't want to leave you,
the man pointed out.Ren, do you think that I want to leave her!
she shrieked. He stiffened. That was low. I'm sorry.
She did not reply.Baby, baby,
she whispered instead. I love, baby. Don't you cry, it'll only be for a little while. Then your daddy will come back from the war and he'll come and find me and we'll be one big, happy family again.
The man swallowed, hard. The woman set the child down carefully into a basket. Respath will come back, won't he?
she asked her companion. He sighed. The war has changed him.
She didn't look at her companion. The war's changed everyone.
She steeled herself and took a deep breath. When they send you back out there, you make sure to tell him that we're waiting for him.
He sighed. I'll try my best.I know,
She turned then, but before she walked, she looked back.I love you, Monty.
ii. Children of the War
The end of a heartfelt, tear-stained letter.
- and never forget, Montana, that you have a family. They may not be with you now, but they will always, always find you.
A downfall.You've gone too far, Respath!
Ren moaned, clutching the stab wound on his lower right side.Oh? And should I have not? After what these people did to us? Did to your families? Our homes?
the Darigan Eyrie shot back, glowering.You have a daughter, Respath,
Ren told him, weakly. She's beautiful. Don't do it. Go home. See her.
Seconds that seemed like hours passed until Respath finally said She is no daughter of mine.
An article in the Daily Darigan.
- this year the children that were born during the war blow out the candles on their tenth birthday. For many, it is a bittersweet one. Over half of all children born during wartime in the Darigan Citadel have lived their entire lives in one of the many orphanages that dot the floating castle in the sky.
A spokesperson for one of the largest orphanages in the country explains. Many of these kids lost their parents in the war. Moms and Dads in the army, or sick at home. Others had families who had no choice but to give them up during the years following the war because they just didn't have the money to care for them. It's a tragedy. Nobody wants to adopt these kids because most of them have the curse strain. The ones that didn't got adopted by out of country Neopians when they were children. Now these kids are growing up.
Yes, yes! I wept, but I had something else in mind.
with everything i feel...
I don't like company. I didn't go looking for friends.
They found me and now they won't leave my house.
An Annoying... Thing
I'm used to people knocking on my door and asking for help, but most of them are more collected about it than this one. One evening she came a knockin', with a freshly bitten Werelupe in tow. My first instinct was to turn her away, but then she mentioned a grandmother. Nice woman, old Gnorbu. We do herb swaps. So I helped her and her unfortunate companion. I thought that was going to be the last of her.
It wasn't. This kid seems to be under the impression that we're friends. I don't know what I did to deserve this. She's loud, obnoxious and pokes her nose into places she shouldn't. My life was simpler without her, but... well, I'll admit that things are more fun with her around. And, heck, maybe she's sweet.petpage
A Disgustingly Mild-Mannered Zombie
It appears that I'm not the only unfortunate soul that Dil has picked up along the way, this one just happens to be one of the few people who can connect the dots between "Danielle" and "Danger". Bru owned the bookstore I used to frequent. He was mild-mannered back then and he's mild-mannered now, only a little more dead. Apparently Dil found and attacked him in the woods. Poor guy,
I've seen things and I've met things, but Bru's the only Zombie I've ever been able to say I know personally. He's just as nice as he used to be. I haven't been able to ask what happened to him - how he got that way - and he seems thankful for it. He's done the same for me. What can I say? I appreciate this guy. He knows when to keep his yapper shut.petpage
Dil's Unfortunate Werelupe Companion
This is the unfortunate soul that, reportedly, passed out in Dil's backyard after a bite. She brought him to me and I treated his wounds. They weren't severe, just a little swelling. He's stuck around, mostly. He's from Neovia, like me. A few years younger, so I didn't know him. I know how they take to monsters like us around those parts.
Howl (who was stuck with that name before the bite, apparently) is a gentleman. True Neovian born and bred. If I were younger, I'd remark on how boring this was. I had met hundreds of guys like him. But now... I find it endearing. Almost refreshing. But I shouldn't get to used to it. He's got a future ahead of him, despite his curse. Other villages take a kinder lurk on his situation and I'm sure he'll marry a nice non-monster and have little non-monster children. So I should just forget him while I still can. It shouldn't be too hard. It's not like I like
him or aything.petpage
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