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"Miriah"
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Artist: SutsurikeruEmail: Littledende1@cs.com Website: -- Character's Story: "So, you've heard the rumors?" the first boy said. "Of course! I don't believe it-not here in Bakaneko land." "I know! She's only twelve!" the first whispered again. "A goddess? That rumor could EASILY have just been started by the clothes she wears-" "Hello! Can I help you two boys?" Having been so distracting by their ideas raging through their minds, the two didn't notice that the very girl they were talk about had approached them after overhearing a few loud whispers. She smiled and her dark, purple eyes had a special glint to them. The boys backed off in surprise and in fear, but she stepped from behind the bush and drew nearer. Upon each step they stumbled backwards, she would just advance to match every uneasy step they managed. Her beautiful purple eyes blinked once in confusion. "You can call me Miriah," she began slowly in a soft, sweet voice. The boys' tension subsided a little. "I overhead you, sorry. I'm sorry to disappoint you-but I'm not a goddess and I don't have any special 'powers'. I'm just a normal neko girl here in Bakaneko land!" "I told you!" the second boy nudged the first in the arm while stating this. "Sorry to disturb you-" the first boy bowed quickly and then grabbed the other by the arm, doubt still on his mind. "Come ON!" he urged, pulling the Second away with him. "You got lucky that time, Miriah," a boy's voice expressed. "I know. I'm still getting used to this…I USED to be normal like them…good thing they didn't find out my true identification." "As for the boy who doubts…I'll make sure he knows nothing," the voice paused and the owner, a shaded figure hidden deep within the shadows, examined the look on Miriah's face. "Don't worry, though. Just a little convincing with assuring words will do," He turned and seemed to fade into the shadows. Miriah sighed and tugged at her 'skirt'. "Oh," she muttered softly, lifting her right foot noting a now-trampled flower. She kneeled and her lips spoke soft words and her hand raised over the flower. There was a small silver glow and she stood up and turned around. "It's going to be fun helping around here." The childish eyes of a 'normal' 12-year-old girl returned and she strode away. The small flower rose, straightened itself out, a few petals floated to their original place, and the flower's beauty returned. Comments: -- |
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