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In the BC this week with Zan is little _Saori. The pic is covering the old art work of his, which i really should update XD.
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Ack! Lost part of the story to the "l1nk" word ruining html. Fixing it as i get time...

(-blocked-aravan_fox before I can remember. But later... *He shakes his head sadly.*

My earliest memory is being 5 years old and my kougra sister, HraSeth, stealing my glowing eyrie plushie. She knew i needed it to protect me against the dark. I'm not blessed with cat-vision like she. *He looks thoughtful.* Perhaps she tormented me in jealousy. Perhaps she wanted to put me in my place before I outgrew her. But that naughtiness ended the day Momma brought home a homely little aisha kitten with funny antennae from the Kadoatery. I know aishas don't come from the Kadoatery, but that's where Bishie came from, on my honor! *He gives you his best "honest" look.*

Yes, I live with two felines, both of which are lovable... even HraSeth, when she wants too. She babied Bish like her own kit. Life was idyllic in our home in Meridell. But then, war. *Zanyel grimaces, takes a deep breath, and continues slowly.*

Out of the darkness came Kass' war machines. We were in the path of the first battle for Meridell. So unexpected! It was the best Momma could do to save us. Hraseth, at 13 years of age, being dragged away from her worldly possessions, and her prized tiger furniture by Momma. I, at 14 years of age, too stunned to do anything but carry Bish. And he, poor kitten, only 6 years old and not knowing anything other than his first taste of fear. I pressed him into my chest feathers, hiding the worst from his vision. *Pain is etched in his eyes as he pauses to find words. Finally, you feel him skip details to finish his story quickly.*

We escaped to Roo Island. You would think the worst over then. But, no. Bish was very sick soon after the whole event. He slept through the illness, but we were all heart-sick on top of heart-broke. *Zanyel grins at you, the first positive emotion you have seen.* Don't worry, he's doing much better these days. Ask him about his illness. Somehow, he finds it exciting. *The grin fades. * HraSeth, however, turned introvert and moody. I suppose she realized that security is an illusion. She has very few people she will allow close anymore. I, myself... *He grips his bokken tightly in anger.* ...am well. I have taken up kendo though. My family will never be vulnerable again! *His nostrils flare, and he grits his beak. Then, noticing you still looking on, he averts his gaze. After a calming moment, he returns to his cherry tree without looking back.*