This is my beloved table. It's been in this house ever since I moved in; and I've never once thought of getting rid of it. Seriously, it's...perfect for me. Made of dark, silky teak, it's really sturdy and elegant in a way. I usually sit here and write down important memories and stuff like that in my journal.
I think you'll want to know about my history, don't you? Right, here's the entry on my history!
History
Danette was born in an alley in the great bustling city of New York. She believes that shortly after she was old enough to care for herself, her mother has either succumbed to nature or abandoned her - at such a tender age now she is still extremely baffled about the 'disappearance' of her parents. Though extremely bright for a young child, her mind hasn't been developed enough yet to wrap around the complexity of the event.
"The only thing, the only faint, sweet memory my mother has left for me is her gentle, wise voice, saying in a tender yet searing tone, 'Danette, did you know why I named you after that Native American tribe? It's because you're courageous. You might be timid, but you're a true warrior in battle.'"
She learned to be independent, warning herself never to rely on others and being smart enough to 'melt' into the dark shadows whenever she spots a human or anything that could harm her. She observed how the stray dog (which visited the alley every day for the rats) hunted and copied it, perfecting her techniques by first lunging at table scraps, then eventually growing bolder and more confident to hunt rats and birds, preferring to hunt the latter because of their ability to fly and her thirst for challenges.
Eventually, after a series of daily stomach-aches and dwindling strength, Danette realized that she couldn't survive only on those rats and feathered creatures. What was more, shady humans brandishing spray-paint had been ravaging the alley walls, and a few of them had almost dyed Danette's pelt blue once; the little kiamara decided to find a decent forest to live in so that she could hunt and eat a wider variety of food to obtain the nutrients she need.
But traveling through a busy city filled with people wasn't the easiest thing for a small kiamara pup. In fact, it was an utter nightmare for Danette.
Danette had squeezed and wriggled past at least twenty menacing humans who had outstretched arms, ready to pat her. She ducked under countless briefcases, collided into a few enormous humans and barely evaded the stranglehold of many, many gurgling-with-excitement human kids. Occasionally she stopped several kiamaras and asked them frantically in her high, quick voice for directions to the nearest forest, but all of them said the same thing, "Get on a ferry."
Her shoulders slumped under the great pressure of fatigue, tears springing to her eyes because of the empty, hollow ball of crushing disappointment, Danette slowed to a shuffle. She felt as hard and dry as a dried apricot then - passers-by brushing past her were alarmed by the blank, almost lifeless look in her eyes.
Danette snapped out of her torpor when a few people impatiently brushed past her, muttering huffily about her inconsideration. She mumbled a few apologies and backed out of the crowd, slamming into something hard. "Oof!" she squeaked, turning around. "Sor - " she started, then realized that she had almost apologized to a bench, of all things! Danette blinked, a hysterical laugh bubbling out of her mouth. She stopped when another thought rushed to her mind - it was the first time she'd laughed in a long, long time.
"What's so funny?" a voice alerted her of another kiamara, standing in a casual stance beside the bench. Surprised, Danette whipped around and felt a blush creep into her face as she saw another kiamara staring at her with an incredulous expression on her face. "I - " Danette frowned as she racked her mind for a decent explanation that would not make her sound loopy. "I was, uh, I mean..."
The other kiamara tilted her head with an expression in her eyes that said, "I'm waiting."
Danette had never felt so silly before in her entire life as she said lamely, "I bumped into something and thought it was a person so I turned to apologize - "
" - but it was a bench!" The black-and-blue kiamara finished for her, humor lighting up her eyes as she laughed. Then she stopped and smiled brightly at Danette, who had been blinking in astonishment at the sudden positive change in the other kia's mood. "I'm Buru, by the way - but I'd prefer it if you call me Blue."
"Uh, hello Blue! I'm Danette. Erm, how are you?" Danette said awkwardly. It was the first time since she'd held a conversation with another of her kind. "That's really cliché, but I'll answer anyway. I'm rather fine today, but - " Blue scrutinized Danette's face, making her uneasy - "you look kind of lost...?"
Danette's eyes widened as she realized that Blue had an accent different from that of the New Yorkers' - a foreigner who could widen her horizon at last! Forgetting about the question, she blurted out, "You're not from New York?"
"Duh! I'm from Paris." Blue grinned, pride sparking in her eyes as she mentioned her homeland. "I'm here for a holiday, which will end tonight." She pulled a face.
"Where're your parents?" Danette frowned.
"I came alone. Oh, don't give me that look! I'm independent enough to go to faraway places by myself, and they sent some person to keep an eye on me here, of course." Blue rolled her eyes, letting out a huff.
Danette couldn't believe her ears. Blue was so lucky! She had freedom, yet also had people who cared deeply for her. "I don't have any parents; I think they abandoned me." A shadow passed over Danette's face as she continued, "I just woke up one morning to find that my mother had disappeared. I don't really care now, I mainly focus on hunting and staying alive."
Blue looked stunned. A frown creased her face, and then she said firmly, "That's it. You're coming with me to Paris. I'll get you somewhere decent to live in, so that you won't have to worry about your survival anymore."
Cheyenne's head, which had been lowered in her grief for her missing parents, jerked up in surprise as Blue's words registered in her mind.
A tear left a sparkling trail down her cheek.
"And a little cosy cottage nestled deep in a forest abundant with prey is where I reside now."
I think you'll want to know about my history, don't you? Right, here's the entry on my history!
History
Danette was born in an alley in the great bustling city of New York. She believes that shortly after she was old enough to care for herself, her mother has either succumbed to nature or abandoned her - at such a tender age now she is still extremely baffled about the 'disappearance' of her parents. Though extremely bright for a young child, her mind hasn't been developed enough yet to wrap around the complexity of the event.
"The only thing, the only faint, sweet memory my mother has left for me is her gentle, wise voice, saying in a tender yet searing tone, 'Danette, did you know why I named you after that Native American tribe? It's because you're courageous. You might be timid, but you're a true warrior in battle.'"
She learned to be independent, warning herself never to rely on others and being smart enough to 'melt' into the dark shadows whenever she spots a human or anything that could harm her. She observed how the stray dog (which visited the alley every day for the rats) hunted and copied it, perfecting her techniques by first lunging at table scraps, then eventually growing bolder and more confident to hunt rats and birds, preferring to hunt the latter because of their ability to fly and her thirst for challenges.
Eventually, after a series of daily stomach-aches and dwindling strength, Danette realized that she couldn't survive only on those rats and feathered creatures. What was more, shady humans brandishing spray-paint had been ravaging the alley walls, and a few of them had almost dyed Danette's pelt blue once; the little kiamara decided to find a decent forest to live in so that she could hunt and eat a wider variety of food to obtain the nutrients she need.
But traveling through a busy city filled with people wasn't the easiest thing for a small kiamara pup. In fact, it was an utter nightmare for Danette.
Danette had squeezed and wriggled past at least twenty menacing humans who had outstretched arms, ready to pat her. She ducked under countless briefcases, collided into a few enormous humans and barely evaded the stranglehold of many, many gurgling-with-excitement human kids. Occasionally she stopped several kiamaras and asked them frantically in her high, quick voice for directions to the nearest forest, but all of them said the same thing, "Get on a ferry."
Her shoulders slumped under the great pressure of fatigue, tears springing to her eyes because of the empty, hollow ball of crushing disappointment, Danette slowed to a shuffle. She felt as hard and dry as a dried apricot then - passers-by brushing past her were alarmed by the blank, almost lifeless look in her eyes.
Danette snapped out of her torpor when a few people impatiently brushed past her, muttering huffily about her inconsideration. She mumbled a few apologies and backed out of the crowd, slamming into something hard. "Oof!" she squeaked, turning around. "Sor - " she started, then realized that she had almost apologized to a bench, of all things! Danette blinked, a hysterical laugh bubbling out of her mouth. She stopped when another thought rushed to her mind - it was the first time she'd laughed in a long, long time.
"What's so funny?" a voice alerted her of another kiamara, standing in a casual stance beside the bench. Surprised, Danette whipped around and felt a blush creep into her face as she saw another kiamara staring at her with an incredulous expression on her face. "I - " Danette frowned as she racked her mind for a decent explanation that would not make her sound loopy. "I was, uh, I mean..."
The other kiamara tilted her head with an expression in her eyes that said, "I'm waiting."
Danette had never felt so silly before in her entire life as she said lamely, "I bumped into something and thought it was a person so I turned to apologize - "
" - but it was a bench!" The black-and-blue kiamara finished for her, humor lighting up her eyes as she laughed. Then she stopped and smiled brightly at Danette, who had been blinking in astonishment at the sudden positive change in the other kia's mood. "I'm Buru, by the way - but I'd prefer it if you call me Blue."
"Uh, hello Blue! I'm Danette. Erm, how are you?" Danette said awkwardly. It was the first time since she'd held a conversation with another of her kind. "That's really cliché, but I'll answer anyway. I'm rather fine today, but - " Blue scrutinized Danette's face, making her uneasy - "you look kind of lost...?"
Danette's eyes widened as she realized that Blue had an accent different from that of the New Yorkers' - a foreigner who could widen her horizon at last! Forgetting about the question, she blurted out, "You're not from New York?"
"Duh! I'm from Paris." Blue grinned, pride sparking in her eyes as she mentioned her homeland. "I'm here for a holiday, which will end tonight." She pulled a face.
"Where're your parents?" Danette frowned.
"I came alone. Oh, don't give me that look! I'm independent enough to go to faraway places by myself, and they sent some person to keep an eye on me here, of course." Blue rolled her eyes, letting out a huff.
Danette couldn't believe her ears. Blue was so lucky! She had freedom, yet also had people who cared deeply for her. "I don't have any parents; I think they abandoned me." A shadow passed over Danette's face as she continued, "I just woke up one morning to find that my mother had disappeared. I don't really care now, I mainly focus on hunting and staying alive."
Blue looked stunned. A frown creased her face, and then she said firmly, "That's it. You're coming with me to Paris. I'll get you somewhere decent to live in, so that you won't have to worry about your survival anymore."
Cheyenne's head, which had been lowered in her grief for her missing parents, jerked up in surprise as Blue's words registered in her mind.
A tear left a sparkling trail down her cheek.
"And a little cosy cottage nestled deep in a forest abundant with prey is where I reside now."