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Peaches Ettinchi Draggy | born 6/15/2013 | 5 | Peaches is your all around diva! She is known for her eloquence and grace that all young ladies such as herself should have. Might we mention that she keeps it no secret? After all, the first pink creatchi is allowed boasting rights...right? Of course, don't be ridiculous! This girl has also picked up the habit of referring to others as 'darling'.
This Creatchi is known for not wanting to get her dainty little paws dirty! For what if she got a bit of mud on her paws?! Gracious no!
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Rest in peace, Peaches (July 9th, 2013) Peaches is resting easy now. |
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Thimble tilts his head to the side, just as he did when he was young. "How come? Where are you going?"
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Peaches gave a soft laugh "I am alright my dear boy." She places a kiss on her forehead "Though..momma will have to leave soon."
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Thimble rushes over with the news of a grand-egg, but stops short when he sees his dear mother with greying hair! With a worried expression, he takes her hand in his. "Are you alright momma?"
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Hannibal places his hand on Peaches' belly, and can just barely make out the feel of an egg.
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Surprised at the Ettinchi's fluency in Handish, Hannibal replies, "Yes indeed, I too am a descendant of Zetta IV. And thank you for the compliment, you have rather nice fur yourself!"
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"Why hello there little ettinichi." Peaches gives a small wave "My, what lovely fur you have." She crouches down, thinking for a few moments "Ah...no offense hun, but are you part of the family tree or something of the sort? I haven't really been listening to the gossip train as of recent."
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Hannibal introduces himself to Peaches, saying how wonderful it is that the two are finally able to meet.
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Now a child, Thimble often trots off after his mother, wherever she goes. He quite enjoys seeing the fancy life of his dear mum!
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Don't worry little mama, your boy is in good hands!
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Minky stops by Peaches' home one last time, bidding her a fond farewell. She's going to miss her beloved friend. The faded red Grendel gives her friend one last thank-you; a shimmery gown woven from iridescent forest silk.
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