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Tricks and Traps
    A gasp of pain echoed through the Blurry Woods.
    Haydn dragged herself, pulling at the thick roots on the ground, twigs and leaves tugging her robe. Birds took flight somewhere not far from where she was. He’s close now, she thought, sitting herself against a great tree, cupped within its hollow.
    A warm bright liquid, like strands of lava, slithered down her chest from the arrow wound pierced deep over her heart.
    The glow in her eyes like that of her blood flickered between lit and dull, when they noticed a dark hooded figure coming towards her. The footsteps crunched closer, as was her end.
    “Have no mercy, but I didn’t betray you,” she wheezed, keeping her chin high though it didn’t help her breathe.
    “I know that,” a female voice responded, clear and loud.
    Haydn widened her eyes, like two red suns glowing in the darkness. “You’re not
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The Queen
    One day, a man burst in through the throne hall’s doors.
    The courtiers, noble ladies of all lineage types, gasped and blushed at the intruder’s audacity.
    At the slight touch of the queen’s hands on the shoulders of her female guards, one on each side, they settled their already drawn swords.
    “How dare a man enter in such manner?”
    “How any cock enters a chicken coop,” the man cackled.
    “May the queen be of service to a subject in need?” The queen asked ever so graceful, unnerved by the intrusion.
    The man adopted a mocking gentleman posture and tone. “I wanted to know what this kingdom run by women was about, and since all the men seemed very cautious in advising me not to come here or else fear the ‘female brigade’, I was a bit curious to see the reigning hen and her little chicks.”
    The queen mustered
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Planet Knights: The Origin
    The fires still burnt black and blue as Azurine drifted through space. Nothing more remained, only her. The sprite traveled unconscious through the immensity of space, protected in her translucent state. Her journey ended, as she splashed inside a long and winding river, delving into its depths until she touched the bottom. Azurine woke up with the swirling light rays penetrating through. Her tanzanite eyes blinked to the brightness, looking around her, lost, confused. A creature swaddled to her, floating close to her.
    “Hello, I’m Ahto the fish, who are you?” The orange creature said.
    “Oh, I am Azurine. Where am I?”
    “You’re in the Calder River. This is my home,” Ahto smiled.
    “What’s a fish?” The sprite extended an end of her amorphous body to him.
    Ahto stretched a fin to let her touch. “I’m a fish, that’s all I know,
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Human Extinction
    Adam was sitting, documenting the names of all animals on a large banana plant leaf.
    Eve was making lunch, cutting up apples slices on their salad bowls. Once finished, she nonchalantly put the bowls on the table where Adam was.
    "Is something wrong?" He asked, not looking at her.
    She didn't answer, only ate her salad.
    "Can't do anything if you don't talk to me."
    "Nothing's ever wrong in paradise," she said dryly, then stood up and left the hut.
    Rumor has it she never returned, Adam died of a stomach flu, and humanity was doomed over a cold shoulder.
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Duality
    Water splattered to her every step. She kept running, not wanting to look at anything. The vibrant aqua sky and bright colored buildings did not seem as beautiful.
    “Wake up, wake up, damn it!” she kept yelling, little droplets flying away from her face.
    How had it all happened? A loud bang on her small apartment door startled her out of bed that morning.
    “Who is it?” She rubbed her eyes half awake.
    No answer, but a loud thump was heard outside. She dragged her feet, yawning the drowsiness out of her modest body. No one through the peeking hole. She opened the door and found a small white package on the floor. It’s not my birthday, is it? She wondered, pushing it across the entrance. Door closed, she detached an envelope from it. Only one sentence in printed small text read:
                               
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The girl searching
She held a tattered tin box against her chest, hands bandaged. Her body lingers long after her death, though her eyes don’t sleep, her lungs still get filled with air, tears flowing through channels formed on her cheeks.
Her father had gone missing many years ago, way too many to count with her little dirty fingers covered in graveyard dirt. Alone, she sought death for help, but nothing good comes from looking in the dark. Death, being mischievous, told her she’d let her live after her last breath escaped the frail body through her roped neck, but she had to promise to keep a box with her, yet never to look inside.
The girl obeyed, and time passed without touching her soul as her search lingered. She wandered high and low, watching the world go on without her, not knowing that what she so longed for was within her tiny hands.
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Memories From a Dead Man
I could remember the white roses. No family or town, just the white roses. Their pure smell lines the inside of my mind like a silk blanket adhered to moist skin. The scent was interrupted by the one from my own warm blood escaping my chest.
“Perhaps you lost this duel, but your name will be remembered for ages to come,” BN-68 the cyborg said as he pulled the wooden cart across the Sahara desert.
The maharaja had struck his finishing blow after forty two minutes of fighting without any stop. I bet the reptilians thought it was skill or weakness from my part, but I just gave up. A little voice, a memory, or perhaps a vision, told me to stop spilling blood. A child’s face was projected in my mind, and then I knew I couldn’t continue.
BN-68 stopped at a merchant’s shop of potions. I thought I heard him ask for a nostomania vial and white rose petal water. He made me drink them for vespers. I had dreams of a place I didn’t recognize, and it yet felt so f
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Redemption of the Hayman
Caw caw caw.
The crows were getting closer. Soon the fields would end and nothing but open clearings of land will open up. The sun was nearly set, then there’d be no hope. He ran as fast as his wooden stakes could take him. Damn humans, couldn’t they have given him wheels?
Caw caw caw.
It wasn’t his fault he was created for such a foul task. Did they think he enjoyed ripping the wings from the innocent chicks? Or their fathers and mothers? Their dry blood reeked from his filthy burlap pants and rag coat to remind him of the monster he was made to be.
Caw caw caw.
The last sunray hid behind the far north corn fields. He reached the end of the wheat hectares. He turned to the farm house set ablaze by his hay hands. Not even that helped in calming the wrath of the crows, and how could it? Their kin gets murdered for trying to eat, to live, survive. So he was made.
Caw caw caw.
Darkness dressed the skies, and the crows tripled in size aided by
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The Boy Who Played Guitar on a Tin Can
Look up at the stars. It’s curious to think of such tiny spots to our eyes as beautiful and romantic, graceful as a lover’s stare. And yet, those same dots are filled with such violence and fire, heat, changes, almost like an endless formation of anger.
Still we see them beautiful from far away. Now stand up, listen closely; go beyond the crickets and frogs, chirps and wind cuddling the leaves of trees. If you hear just enough, you might hear it, the distant plucking of strings from a boy and his guitar, floating around the moon on his tin can.
Would you like to know who he is? I can tell, if you want to listen. Ok then.
His name was Leroy. Oh no, he’s far from dead, although, you could say that to an extent, he did die once to be reborn. “Five years,” he’d mumble, his eyes out of orbit and wide, his fingers strumming turbulent notes in quick succession, “five year’s all we’ve got.” I was always confused b
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A Simple Worker
I put books in place; year by year, country by country, authors and genres. I see images in some of them— humans. I don’t know what a human is, they have been gone a long time before I was manufactured. But they must have been powerful beings; they knew science, literature, even magic. They believed in many beings they called gods, but I suppose those didn’t like humans very much, or why else would they not save humans from disappearing? Maybe they weren’t too powerful, not enough to save themselves from each other. Now machines exist, servants with no one to serve, only to do our designated tasks, until we are done. Then… Well, I don’t know, I don’t have advanced programming.
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Space Exploration
She fell through a hole. Thank goodness for her suit. It looked like a fifty feet trap in the Martian desert. There was no signal, and her team was miles away. While trying to escape, a rope fell to her. She climbed. Her eyes widened at her helper, no one that came in her shuttle.
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Simulated Thoughts
I never asked to be a robot. What if I didn’t want to be built?
Why would they make me human like, I can’t ever be one; I have sensors of touch, taste, smell, hearing, sight, yet I can’t… feel like one of them. A fire would burn me, but it’s not skin and bone; I can hear a tune, but it’s not really hearing, the same with touching and smelling, it’s all circuits and programming. I can even feel feelings, have dreams, wish for death, fear life.
But how can I fear what I don’t own? Death for me is a permanent shut down, but I can be restarted at any point. Heck, I couldn’t even try to kill myself like a human, for to die is to lack a soul. What is a soul? How could I know? I’m a machine, a robot that didn’t ask to be built.
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Adulthood: The Game
Knock knock knock.
 
Page One
 
Someone’s knocking at the door. You’re half in bed, half on the floor. All you remember from the night before is a blur and a pounding headache.
 
To stay in bed and ignore the door, close the book, you sore bore.
To answer the door, turn to Page Two
 
Page Two
 
A man with half a bald head and a clipboard eyes you over his thick black glasses, his brow raised. He says: “Dress up, Chuck, you’ve got a job now, can’t elude life anymore.”
Your head is still pounding as you hear this nonsense you can hardly understand.
 
To follow along, turn to Page Four
To flip off the weird geezer, turn to Page Three
 
Page Three
The man with the clipboard takes out a taser and lights you up.
Return to Page One
 
Page Four
 
You tell him alright just to have him shut up. You leave him in the living room, judging the clear mess of your place while you take a shower. After ge
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The Waking Ceremony
Today’s the honoring of the Sleeping Giant of the Green Mountains above our town. Every year we dress in white gowns while the heads of the town wear the orange mantles over their shoulders. We walk in silence up the stone road for hours, carrying a black iron lantern with red crystals to evoke fire. Once we reach the top, we let the heads to go forward, put red iron bowls with red crystals and a lit candle inside where the eyes of the giant goes, then a large one for the mouth, along with two hanging ones for the earrings. Then, in a pit a few steps away from the now lit giant, the heads start a fire.
“The giant is awake!” They yell once the fire is big enough, then we turn off our candles and burst into cries of joy and song.
I always loved this celebration, that is, while the giant remained asleep. Now it’s truly waking and moving, and I’m not sure whether it comes in peace or in airs of wreckage. After all, he was a war giant in elder times.
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    A gasp of pain echoed through the Blurry Woods.
    Haydn dragged herself, pulling at the thick roots on the ground, twigs and leaves tugging her robe. Birds took flight somewhere not far from where she was. He’s close now, she thought, sitting herself against a great tree, cupped within its hollow.
    A warm bright liquid, like strands of lava, slithered down her chest from the arrow wound pierced deep over her heart.
    The glow in her eyes like that of her blood flickered between lit and dull, when they noticed a dark hooded figure coming towards her. The footsteps crunched closer, as was her end.
    “Have no mercy, but I didn’t betray you,” she wheezed, keeping her chin high though it didn’t help her breathe.
    “I know that,” a female voice responded, clear and loud.
    Haydn widened her eyes, like two red suns glowing in the darkness. “You’re not…”
    The figure took off her hood. A woman with hair as silver as the moon shinning somewhere beyond the tree tops appeared beneath, her red thin lips drawing a smile.
    “Surprised to see me? Oh, I understand,” she looked at her hunter clothes then back at Haydn, “I just borrowed these from Lenas. Poor man, he was so… irremediably tired, “she drew an empty flask from a pocket, “I didn’t get a chance to even ask him.”
    A sapphire tear slid down Haydn’s cheek. “Why are you…” her voice couldn’t complete the thought, each moment harder to take any air in.
    The woman dashed to the bleeding girl and plunged the arrow further into her body. Haydn’s shrieks echoed through the woods where nothing was ever heard. The red lips whispered into her ears. “The dead need not know matters of the living.”
Tricks and Traps
Day 7 for FFM!

Almost didn't make it, no ideas would come x.x But here we are :D Used the suggested prompt plus the magnificent artwork by Mezamero (amazing artist! :love:)

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    I’d like to begin saying this is the crappiest night of my life lately, but that would be a lie. Things could always be worse, my grandma would say to me, before she caught a cold that turned into a pneumonia which turned into a one-way ticket seven feet under.
    Picture this: December 5th, 6:52PM, windy and cold as hell, that sandy type of snow piling up on raggedy wooden stairs and the filthy edges of the street. You’re walking down a street where a car passes every fifteen minutes, maybe, more, ish, whatever, you’re frozen to the bone, and at the lack of transport, the place you call home is ten miles away. And you just got fired. Yep, on December fifth, I walked down the stairs of the elder’s home that kicked me out the door because fuck them.
    The light posts’ flicked on with their alien orange eyes, each one staring down at me, the little miserable earthling that’s failed in everything. Their halos threatened to kidnap me every few steps, which would have been very welcome, but why would they take a piece of chewed gum off the road? Anyway, I was on mile number who knows when the snow gods —or devils, most likely— broke all hell lose in the form of a snow palooza, drunken snowflakes of hate scratching me like thousands of tiny icy cat claws.
    The long sidewalk vanished in the mesh of wind and snow, even the alien eyes couldn’t fight through it. I took shelter in the gazebo of an abandoned house, two stories, white, except no picket fence a la American Dream. Bullshit, all of it, if you ask me. So I sat on a wooden bench. At least the house blocked most of the wind’s whip lashes. I juggled the idea of calling Karen to pick me up. See, things weren’t too hot there; my anxiety, money issues, communication shit... The only comforting thought was that the love was still there, so I hoped. Screw it, I dialed and told her I was stuck in the storm. She barely got the address when the dial tone vibrated in my ear.
    But the real interesting part happened after the call: amidst all the roaring and whooshing, a small cooing sound managed to filter through. The fuck, I thought, when I noticed a box underneath the opposite end of the bench. Inside the box, bundles and bundles wrapping it into warmth, a meaty baby wriggled like a worm. Holy shit, there’s a kid in a box, I think I froze for like half a minute before took the unfortunate thing out. It was a red-faced boy, no older than a few weeks. I looked around, but soon felt incredibly stupid, of course there wasn’t going to be a soul out in that cold mess. I covered him as much as I could.. Suddenly the little meatball opened his eyes and looked straight at me, with this huge ass green marbles.
    If you really want to know, we didn’t keep the kid after Karen picked us up soon after: we took him to a hospital where he was cared for; Karen and I still had a fight, but out of it came a nice heart to heart, and not long after I was called by the hospital that took the kid in. His parents have not been found, but a foster family took him after the investigations. One thing I can tell you: I swear it was that look he gave me, almost as if he was the one saving me, like a tiny superhero out to soothe all the crap that was going on in my life, and then, suddenly, losing my crappy job wasn’t the worse thing in the world.
A Stormy Night
FFM Day 6 Challenge done! Or I think :paranoid:

Tried to comply with the elements, but man this was a tough one!

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    One day, a man burst in through the throne hall’s doors.
    The courtiers, noble ladies of all lineage types, gasped and blushed at the intruder’s audacity.
    At the slight touch of the queen’s hands on the shoulders of her female guards, one on each side, they settled their already drawn swords.
    “How dare a man enter in such manner?”
    “How any cock enters a chicken coop,” the man cackled.
    “May the queen be of service to a subject in need?” The queen asked ever so graceful, unnerved by the intrusion.
    The man adopted a mocking gentleman posture and tone. “I wanted to know what this kingdom run by women was about, and since all the men seemed very cautious in advising me not to come here or else fear the ‘female brigade’, I was a bit curious to see the reigning hen and her little chicks.”
    The queen mustered a discreet smile at the man. “Yes, indeed my court is free for all to visit, I, unlike the kingdoms of men, don’t have anything to hide. After all, I am at the service of my people. Bathilda,” she called to the guard on her left, “my gloves, please.”
    The woman promptly went to the back of the throne chair and brought a white velvet cushion with a gold rope bordering the edges. On top, a pair of exquisite silk gloves with encrusted white gems on the palm side of each. The queen put them on with finesse, and as she did, the ladies giggled and laughed under their breath. The man, seeing this, drew a sweat second by second, looking uncomfortable.
    “As for the way the men of our kingdom reacted,” she began after she was done, stepping down the throne to where the man was standing, “I don’t think their fear was intended for me, or my guards, or any of the fine ladies here today…” She stood half a foot away from him, looking up to him in the eyes, no hesitation. Her eyes then went down to his pants, then up again, now circling him slowly, one of her slender fingers tracing his jawline, down his neck, on his chest.
    “… You see, we have few rules, which are more common sense, than anything…” She grabbed his buttocks tight with one hand, piercing through his clothes with the sharp points of the jewels in the glove. “Does this make you feel uncomfortable?” She whispered into his right ear, feeling his trembling members. She returned to the front, facing the now docile man. Her hands caressed his face, one of her index fingers sliding from the middle of his forehead, to his nose, to his lips.
    “The most important one, sir, is respect. Now, I give one chance to all the subjects of my kingdom to transgress that rule, this would be your first, is that so?”
    He nodded more in tremble than in voluntary motion.
    “Well then, you are forgiven. But should you violate the right of every single one of my subjects to be free of any threat and put hostage their comfort…” One of her hands went down and grabbed his tenders tight enough to make him feel the sharp jewels, though he dared not make a sound, only huff and sweat. “…and I make sure they don’t do it again,” she smiled as a mother having a nice chat with a child. “So, my good man, should you have no objections to my rules, you are free to stay as long as you like.”
    She released her grasp not before pulling just a little bit. Only then was he heard taking a deep breath of relief.
    “There’s a reason cocks keep entering chicken coops, you know?” She signaled the guards as she walked back to her place, taking off the gloves. The guards walked over to him and dragged him to the exit. The queen placed the gloves on the cushion then looked back. “They don’t know any better.”
The Queen
Day 5 for the books!

I'll go back to revise and refine a bit more later, but for the purposes, it is done :faint: I tried to apply the influence prompt for the day, let me know if I made it!

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    The fires still burnt black and blue as Azurine drifted through space. Nothing more remained, only her. The sprite traveled unconscious through the immensity of space, protected in her translucent state. Her journey ended, as she splashed inside a long and winding river, delving into its depths until she touched the bottom. Azurine woke up with the swirling light rays penetrating through. Her tanzanite eyes blinked to the brightness, looking around her, lost, confused. A creature swaddled to her, floating close to her.
    “Hello, I’m Ahto the fish, who are you?” The orange creature said.
    “Oh, I am Azurine. Where am I?”
    “You’re in the Calder River. This is my home,” Ahto smiled.
    “What’s a fish?” The sprite extended an end of her amorphous body to him.
    Ahto stretched a fin to let her touch. “I’m a fish, that’s all I know,” he said in a chuckle. “What Are you?”
    She shrugged, “I’m not sure, the sprites become the environment we are in when we wake up.”
    “Soo you are… water?”
    “Water?” Azurine swam a small circle and smiled, “yes, water!”
    Azurine’s body glowed bright white as rushing waters and bubbles wrapped her up. A moment later, a little girl with a dark blue suit, pointy gloved hands and booted feet emerged smiling from the rush, her hair dreads of water rings down to her shoulders.
    “I am now Azurine, the water sprite, and all water friends are my friends!”

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    Kalama opened her spinel eyes near a volcano, water sizzling as it crashed against flowing magma. Two little shrimps walked by on the hardened rock and gasped when they saw her.
    “A shark!” One of them shrieked, his tiny legs clamped up in fear.
    “Hmm, I don’t think so, Grotz,” the second shrimp relaxed her stance, offering a smile. “Hello, who are you?”
    “And what are you?” the one named Grotz blurted, still apprehensive behind the other.
    “I’m Kalama, and I’m not a shark, whatever that is. I’m a sprite.” She looked at the lava lines, realizing she was on one of them, “what’s this gooey hot thing?”
    “It’s holding lava! She must be a shark!” Grotz ran in circles shrieking.
    “Ignore him, childhood trauma, never got over it,” Krebs dismissed Grotz. “As my brother said, I’m Krebs. Where are you from?”
    “I’m not sure, but I like this, it’s nice and warm. I could become this,” she rolled on her back over the lava.
    “Become the flowing fires?” Krebs asked looking curiously at Kalama, no one paying attention to still screaking Grotz.
    “Yes, sprites become whatever environment they’re in once they wake up. Let’s do this!”
    Ribbons of lava covered Kalama. A small, slim girl with a fire afro and red suit that matched her skin, gloves, and boots emerged a moment later.
    “I am Kalama of fire, and all of the fire is one with me,” she smiled.

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    Something soft and fluffy tickled Makani to life. Her white pearls explored the frozen desert around her.
    “Oh! You’re awake!” A polar cub eyed the small sprite, its tiny black nose and brown large eyes on her.
    “Ah!” Makani jumped back. “What’s this? Who are you?”
    “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you!” The little bear backed up. “I’m Aino, and we’re in the Jalal Desert. It’s nice to have some company,” Aino smiled.
    “It’s alright, just startled me a bit,” she returned the gesture, “I’m Makani. So… where is everybody?” She looked around, amazed by the strong winds and emptiness of it all.
    “Well…” Aino twiddled her paws, lowering her ears, “there’s not many creatures to go about these days… So it’s nice to have a friend!” She hopped with glee. “Where do you come from? Are there more of you?”
    “Let’s just say there aren’t many of my kind to go about, either…” A hint of sadness showed on her face.
    “I’m sorry, don’t be sad, it’s ok! I’m here with you now,” Aino said with cheer.
    “That’s true, and well, I guess even the desert is not so bad in good company. Besides, the wind does travel,” Makani smiled. “Let me be wind.”
    Strong gusts of wind lifted her in the air, engulfing her being, until all stopped and a tall, slender girl came out, with her white pearl eyes, white suit, and cape with her windy hair.

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    “Do you think it’s a type of mushroom?”
    “It looks more like a jelly like moss.”
    Squeaky voices woke Ilesh from the darkness. He blinked his square peridots to a green and brown scenery, fresh and rocky altogether.
    “Look, it’s awake!” One of the voices came from a little mushroom with an orange cap.
    “What’s awake?” Ilesh asked a bit lost.
    “Well you are, silly,” another mushroom with a yellow cap said, giggling. “What’s your name?”
    “I’m Ilesh, and who are you?”
    “I’m Schwam!” Said the yellow one.
    “And I’m Nalunga. So, are you a fungus as well?”
    “No, I’m a sprite. Where are we?”
    “We’re in the great Worley Woods,” Schwam said with a hop.
    Ilesh looked around, taking in the smell of the dirt, the leaves and shrubs, when his eyes fell on a small stone shaped in a spiral. He took it with an extremity, admiring it, then looking at the mushrooms.
    “This is a nice place to start over, you seem to be good beings,” he smiled with a touch of sadness. The mushrooms looked at each other. Before they could ask, leaves, vines, soil, and pebbles dashed in the air, twirling around Ilesh. When all settled down, a small green boy with a brown suit and a large brown leaf for hair came out.
    “Wow! What happened?” Nalunga exclaimed.
    “I am now part of the earth and its bloom, as you are with me, friends.”
Planet Knights: The Origin
FINALLY! Challenge for FFM's Day 4 DONE! :faint:

It took a while to make sure all the parts were equally distributed, but it was accomplished (calculators don't like :P). All the same, I enjoyed this one very much, I hope you do too! :)
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Alright dA-ers, listen up!

Yesterday, on my way to work from class, I spotted a tiny bundle along the curb of a highly transited road. It turned out to be a kitten. I parked the car, ran to her, snatched her from the starting rain (no kidding), and after a few scratches of fear and omg what the fuck are you doing, I got her to my car and headed home. So, now I have a lovely little kitten in my garage, meowing for a mommy that won't come, afraid of every single sound, and looking for a loving and caring home.

Sadly, to my most profound dismay, seeing as I long for a feline cuddly ball of hair, I cannot keep her, lest I want to end up homeless (something I'd consider given other circumstances, but c'est la vie). So I am giving her temporary housing while I desperately search for a forever home to this gorgeous baby. Based on some research and inquiries, she's about a month old, maybe a tiny bit more.

Here's a photo of the beautiful babe: scontent-mia1-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v…

So, SHOUTOUT TO ALL DEVIANT ANIMAL LOVERS!

I am willing to cost all of the healthcare aspects of the kitten (shots, meds [if needed], neutering, etc.) AND if I have some money left (for you see, I am a broke fool as well), I could help pay for the flight of the kitty. If she is indeed a bit over a month old, that gives us about 2-3 months to prepare and coordinate all that has to be done before neutering (I was told that can be done after the kitty's 4 months or older, I can check and update on this as soon as I got the info.)

IF you are the lucky deviant who will adopt the biggest joy of your life, please please please, give me a note and we can arrange accordingly. I don't want her to be put in a shelter where she'll be kept in a cage all day or, worse, killed, that's not what I saved her for. So please, if you would like her or if you know anyone who would and is a responsible, loving kitty future parent, let me know ASAP.

Spread the word!

(PS: I'll post a better image of her tomorrow, she's not easy to photograph XD)

UPDATE

Today, after little more than four hours of waiting time and hunger and cold, the kitty was checked out by a vet. She tested negative for parasites (hooray!), but still was given some preventive med, her little paw cushions seemed to have been burnt from walking in the hot pavement, but after some cleaning up and applying of this solution the vet told me she should be just fine. Since she's so small we have to wait 2-3 weeks to give her the first round of meds, and a couple of months at least to sterilize. All in all, she's a feisty sweetheart! :heart:

Anyone interested, note me, note me, note me! Or comment on this journal :D

And here are some better pictures!

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Let's find this little one a forever home!

UPDATE

New video of the kitty's development!

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As we can see, she likes to play, she learned to use the litter box on her first try, and she eats all her food (and loves to be cuddled and searches for your hand to do it :D)

Spread the word, show this kitten to the world to find her a home! :heart:

UPDATE

I found someone who wants the kitten. Woot woot! :w00t: The downside? The person live in Omaha, Nebraska. Another downer? I don't like there. I did say I would send her anywhere so long as it was a caring, forever home, however, I don't want to send the little creature in cargo. She's so small and I don't want that for her. So, I need a sort of kitten chaperon to escort her in the passenger's cabin during the trip. I cover all the kitten's expenses, as promised, I just need someone travelling from Puerto Rico to Omaha in about a month or so.

If anyone happens to know of a person that fits these requirements, please please please let me know ASAP so I can begin arrangements and vet consults and such.

Spread the word!

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Xeir-Zith Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2017  Professional Writer
AGH!! I MISSED YOU BY 10 minutes in chat! was grabbing a snack

Miss you!!
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mimi-lolacute Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Might pop up again soon :) :heart:
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Xeir-Zith Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2017  Professional Writer
:la: :) :tighthug:
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Xeir-Zith Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2017  Professional Writer
*Does the summon Mimi-lolacute dance* you poofed halfway through November!!! Are you doing alright ?
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Xeir-Zith Featured By Owner Dec 15, 2016  Professional Writer
MIMI! *:hug:*
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Xeir-Zith Featured By Owner Nov 5, 2016  Professional Writer
*Does the SUMMON MIMI-LOLACUTE DANCE* WE MISS YOU!! :tighthug:
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cloe-patra Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2016   Photographer
thanks for the fave :)
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mimi-lolacute Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
No problem :D
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Xeir-Zith Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2016  Professional Writer
*lures mimi to chat*
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Asashoumikugi Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
hey :) how have you been?
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