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Biyluff had learned of the hope for survival from a lime-green Creatchi. To have faced reality and realize how slim her race really was. The passion Mahgoany had felt latched on to the blue ettinchi as well that had created a short-termed rivalry. Biyluff had learned the devotion and care from her well-acquainted friend Gormez. A Grendelchi who had given up his own prankster gambit attitude at his own expense for the well-being of his family and friends. His fiery fervor showed broadly with the extent of his many speeches he had given to Biyluff, speeches that the ettinchi listened intently. And last but not least, Biyluff had learned the feeling of what it was like to be a mother. To care for one as though it was her very own. The blue ettinchi had found a small, fragile baby that looked just like her..alone in the desert. This set off a strange twinge in her chest, a feeling that if you could ask the ettinchi what it was..she would not be able to answer completely. Biyluff just felt drawn to Clara, to want to wrap her up in her arms and protect her from the harsh sandy environment. And that is what she did..well partly..considering Clara wouldn't allow Biyluff to stay that clingy. The blue ettinchi's genetic mutation that brought bursts of shivers throughout her body if not kept by a furnace had finally caught her to her breaking point in her senile years. A creatchi was already drained in their older years, but with a mutation such as hers...it made it that much worse. The shivers had began to become uncontrollable, even by a furnace. So the ettinchi set out from her home, spending her last few percious hours say goodbye to her dear Clara and then going into a deep slumber by Gromez's grave. Rest in peace Biyluff...You will be missed. |
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She still got to have a daughter though 
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A well developed and properly cared for Creatchi that didn't have a mate. I think she deserved one. | |||||||||
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Just came back here to reminisce...she has to be my favorite of all my Creatchis. She was the one I spent the most developing...awww..I miss her. | |||||||||
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A long time has passed since Biyluff passed away - a long time for a shelter to go without care. When Gomaz found it, Biyluff's old home was in shambles. The black Nornchi does not normally pass by this abandoned shelter on his way home - he is just really lost. Should of paid more attention to the stars and not to his heart! Nonetheless, fortune seems to be in his favor, as an old furnace sticks out of the cobwebs like a sore thumb. Perfect! With this, his friend will not have to suffer the cold when she comes for a visit! Gomaz gets to work, dismantling the furnace piece by piece, cleaning them as he sticks them into his wagon. He feels an odd compulsion to wave before he leaves, despite being the only one there. With goodbyes out of the way, he departs along with the furnace. Gomaz's mind wanders back to the memory of Sahara, telling him about her mutation - her need for heat, as he returns home. | |||||||||
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My Creatchi's grandmother? 
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I'm sure she will! ..man her time is almost up isn't it..? I've been refreshing his page constantly..and even when I see her in the graveyard..I'll still be shocked ;-; | |||||||||
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Oh no . . . ;_; But it'll be ok . . . I'm sure this means she'll get to see Gormez and her other old friends again, right? | |||||||||
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Clara had to stop and take everything in slowly. It was a lot for such a little Ettin to process; maybe even too much. She looked to the little blinking device that had been placed in her paws. With confusion, she shifted her gaze to her friend. What did Biyluff mean by giving her this precious object? Sadly, the little Ettin just didn't understand that Biyluff was trying to say goodbye. Yet she did know one thing: Luffy was crying and Clara didn't like that. The little Ettin scooched closer to the bigger one and, careful not to drop the blinky thing, wrapped her little arms around Biyluff in a hug. "No cry," she said quietly. "No cry, Luffy." | |||||||||
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Biyluff runs a hand through her tuft of now gray fur, staring at the reflection of herself in the lake. She glances towards Clara who was fast asleep. Oh little one..I will miss you when I must pass.. | |||||||||
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Clara didn't stir too much as she was carried out of the barren desert. She slept peacefully, tiny arms wrapped around Biyluff. However, after a short while, she began to make quiet mumbling sounds in her sleep. | |||||||||
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