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As a being she seems to be very pure. Untouched by what we call modern standards, ideas and ways of life. She is probably the most animal like being I have ever met. I do not mean that in the sense that she is wild, or a survivalist. She is curious. Everything and anything is new to her. She develops like evolution, and has her own method of understanding. Every time I observe her reaction to new introductions, she scrutinises it closely and vividly. Her investigation with such, are always done with a some what playful curiosity. She will not fear anything, unless she experiences first hand, just how dangerous it is. Even then she would not fear it entirely. She is able to learn what precautions to take around dangerous objects instantly.\n\t\nIt is strange to think that she has a favourite colour, when her hair contains every colour of the spectrum. I think the reason she favours that colour is because it was the colour of the Dressing Gown I gave her the first day we meat. To this day she still wears a Gown of that colour. It possibly could be due to an associable memory. Something that gives anyone a happy thought, can often lead to long term effects. Even though I never considered it the happiest day of my life, it seems to me that it was to her.\n\t\nI remember traversing the vast field, but how can a forget? I visit that field often. I can always tell where I am just by looking at the hills and mountains in the distance. I favoured that place just because of its distance form civilisation. There was not a pylon, fence or even a farm near by. My favourite feature was that when the night came, and the sky was clear, I could gaze up and see the universe in a detail that takes the breath away. The grass and the sky had a contrast that you would think is only achievable though a computer. Its emptiness would make most feel scared and lost. To me it was retreat. The stress of of civilisation can be too much to bare. So I commissioned a cabin to be built near the edge of the field. I use it as a getaway, or a private zone for my research. Of course I never expected that having this done would eventually lead to the most interesting discovery I could ever come across.\n\t\nOn the day I was getting ready to have a lonesome picnic. The sky was clear, apart from a weather front in the distance. I expected I would be done by the time it approached, even then the rain would not last long. As I paced through the long and tangled grass, I gazed at the vastness. The sun glazed the surface like polished marble. I was on my way to my favourite spot. It is the top of a small hill located within the western side of the field. That may be a long walk, but it is worth the effort. I often feel the sensation of the world being smaller as the I climb hills. I feel that because the horizon is much closer. When I reach the top, the world becomes a bigger place. And that is what I liked about that hill. The reminder of how big reality is, always fills me with delight. As I climbed the hill, I was eager experience that feeling once more. But on that specific climb, the world did not feel any bigger. Once in a life time, is not a big enough expression to describe what I found beyond that horizon.\n\t\nI can still clearly remember my first sighting of her. Her glistening white fur, her enriching posture, and of course, her hair. Every colour that could possibly be named was within her hair. They ordered themselves like the colours of the spectrum, and each colour glided along its length finely, and evenly. The blend was so perfect, so surreal, so beautiful. What was most amazing about her hair, was its length. I followed her hairs trail with my eyes, until they reached the horizon. Faintly I could still see her hair. There was not end to it. I can tell the reader that I indeed had the erg to follow the trail, and find an end. In the times I have known her, I have made the effort to follow the trail, with no success. \n\t\nAfter I finished observing her hair I looked back to her. I realised immediately that she had noticed me. She looked towards me as if I was something new. I felt I was caught red handed. Like I was not welcome. I should have made myself present, instead of waiting for her to become aware of my presence. I was an intruder to her area, and invader of her land. I gazed back at her. Confused and surprised. I found myself motionless, unable to make sound. I felt that she was the braver one, as it was she who spoke to brake our silence.\n“Hello” was the only word that escaped her mouth. I was still lost in my daze, and her speaking out did not help me. She sounded young. The thought only worked on my mind even more. I observed her once more to make sure I was mistaken with my ideas. I was not wrong. She was indeed a young girl. A feline. A kitten. There was no sign of womanhood, no hint of adult life. I made the estimate that she was around Nine years of age. I would later come to ask her what her age was, but she was hardly aware of the concept of time, let alone how her own age.\n\t\nShe spoke out once more. \n“Are you okay?” Realising my awkwardness I decided it was imperative to answer back.\n“uh... Sorry..! I am fine...Thanks. And, good day to you.” She gestured a quick chuckle. My reply must have amused her. I chuckled with her, thinking that if I did not, she would feel embarrassed.\n“excuse me!” I called to her. “May I ask..? Where did you come from?” She looked at me, like I had asked an obvious question. That may have been true from her perspective, but I was fully clueless to how a young feline made their way to the field.\n“I'm from here” she answered. I could not understand her reply, so I began asked more questions.\n“here?”\n“yes. I have always been here” I was not able to believe her. I had already visited the field numerous times, and had not seen any sign of her. I understand that these planes are vast, but looking at her hair, I do not know how I could have missed her. She tilted her head while she looked at me curiously. “Why is your fur so weird?” Confused by her comment I looked down at my body. I did not know how she could see my fur when I was wearing clothes. I guessed I was not thinking strait, because I realised she must have been referring to my suit. I did want explain, but there were other matters I wanted to address first.\n“excuse me. How long did you say you have been here?” She swayed her body, as if to think about her answer.\n“I don't really know.” She replied. “I have been here for as long as I can remember.” I still held that claim with disbelief. This was the point I asked her about her age. I have already explained the answers I received from asking that.\n\t\nThe many question I had to ask did not cease. Despite my questions, I felt like I was solving nothing. But this is what I did learn. Her name is Optíca. She has apparently lived within the field her entire life. She has no recollection of relatives or family. No god parents that have looked after her. To what she says, I am the first being she has ever met. She has lived alone for her entire life. The description she gave me of her life started me thinking. How could this be real? The fact that her hair was as long as it was already seemed like a dream. Lost in my thoughts, Optíca approached me.\n“are you sure you're okay? You don't look like you are” It amazed me how she was handling the moment. By her words I am the first other she has ever met, yet she approaches me with such bravery, and no signs of cowardice or fear. I lowered myself to her level, so that if she did feel nervous at all, at least I would not feel like a giant.\n“what have you been doing here?”. She could not answer me strait away as she needed to think of her answer.\n“I've been playing.” Of course with every answer came another question.\n“playing what exactly?” she paused to think once more.\n“What ever I can think of” I was still lost in the thought of what she has been doing for the time she has been here. \n\t\nShe looked at me with her playful curiosity.\n“why are you asking me a lot of questions? Why are you here”. I finally snapped out of my train of thought, remember the reason I came out this way in the first place.\n“Oh... I'm came here to have a picnic.” I told her. She then gazed at me with confusion.\n“what's a picnic?”\n“It involves, walking out into a field, much like this one, and eating a meal.” Optíca the rose in excitement.\n“You have food?!” Her sudden burst of energy startled me, but her playful intents helped me to settle.\n“why yes I do” I answered. Her sudden anticipation for food gave me enough sympathy to share the meals I had brought with me. “would you like to be company with me on this picnic?”\n“If I can eat, yes.”\n“Of course you can. I'll set everything up” I pulled out a blanket and lied it on the ground. Afterwards came a flask filled with coffee, a plate and a basket containing sandwiches, crackers and a couple spreadable ingredients. I sat on the blanket and Optíca followed. She explored the basket and pulled out a sandwich.\n“what's this?” she asked\n“That? That is a sandwich.” She studied the sandwich very closely. I realised she did not know that it was the food I brought. “That there is the food I told you about.” She immediately stopped observing the sandwich and took a bit out of it. Whilst chewing she paused, and her eye lids widened.\n“this tasted amazing!” she shouted out. I began to become curious over what what she would normally eat.\n“What is it you eat” She stopped to look at me. Her cheeks were inflated because of how much of the sandwich he had consumed. She adjusted herself and swallowed as much of the sandwich she could.\n“I eat food” she said.\n“where do you usually find food?” I asked her\n“I just look around, then I find food.” The thought of where she found her food worked on my mind. There are many different ways in which she could have found food. I soon decided it was in my best interests to not think about it too much. \n\t\nWe consumed the food from the basket swiftly. Optíca may have ingested more then I have. I suppose that is only natural, since she may have not eaten this much regularly. After we embraced our filling meals, Optíca rose herself and sprung towards me. She grabbed onto my arm and embraced it.\n“Thanks for the food. It was the best food I have ever tasted” I wanted to pull back, because I felt allowing her to embrace me like this was wrong. Considering the fact I hardly knew her, but I felt if I broke her embrace, I would cause her discomfort. So I allowed the embrace, but did not return any gestures. Abruptly I heard a chuckle escape her lips. Then she looked up at me. Laughing.\n“your fur feels funny.” she was grabbing onto the sleeve of my jacket, running her cheek along its surface. Not wanting her to be confused, I explained why it felt so different.\n“That is because this is not my fur.” She gazed up to me in confusion. Then I continued “this is my jacket I wear it over my fur.” She sat there wandering for a moment.\n“Why do you wear a jacked over your fur”? She asked me\n“Many reasons in all honesty. To look nice, to keep warm. But on this occasion I like wearing this jacked.” She chuckled loudly and returned to rubbing her cheek on my jacked.\n“I like how your jacked feels.” she said. I began to gain my first inkling on her innocence, her purity. She was entirely unfamiliar with what we would consider everyday values. When we look at a table, we would see a sheet of wood on top of four wooden poles. But She would see and incredible shape that reflects ones expert ability. Looking down on her reminded me of what sparked my interest of her in the first place. The sun began to reflect off her hair and fur. The glare was almost blinding, but its sight was beautiful. The glare abruptly disappeared. I explored the are around me. The light had toned town. When I remembered why, I looked up. The weather front I saw earlier was on its final approach. It was about to rain.\n“Oh dear.” I nervelessly said. Optíca suddenly raised her head to face me.\n“What's wrong?” she asked. I stood up and began to pack my picnic supplies.\n“I seem to have spent more time out here then I was planning” I told her “It is starting to rain” Optíca began to look nervous.\n“I don't like rain. It makes me feel cold” I looked down to her, realising her discomfort. With the picnic packed I lowed myself to her level.\n“Hey listen” I placed my paw on her shoulder. “I have a cabin over there” I pointed in the direction of my cabin. “It will keep us dry and out of the rain.” She looked around me, hopeing to see my cabin. She looked back to me\n“how far is it?” she asked.\n“We may get caught in the rain, but once we are in there, we will be warm and dry.” Optíca seemed intrigued to the promise of shelter. I then proceeded to walk towards my cabin, and she followed after me. I looked back and notice Optícas hair following her. It's length was still incredible to me. I was not looking forward to letting her hair enter my cabin, and get tangled with the furniture and doorways. At the same time, I could not leave her to be drenched in the rain. Optíca was very excited to see my cabin. Her eagerness to see it detracted her from the coming rain. I smiled. Her enthusiasm pleased me. I still felt like I did not know enough about her. She defiantly had the most interesting character that I had come across. I hoped that while we were in the cabin I could learn more about her. At this point only time would tell.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "In the Eleven years that I have known Optíca, I can tell the reader that she is definitely a sight to behold. As a being she seems to be very pure. Untouched by what we call modern standards, ideas and ways of life. She is probably the most animal like being I have ever met. I do not mean that in the sense that she is wild, or a survivalist. She is curious. Everything and anything is new to her. She develops like evolution, and has her own method of understanding. Every time I observe her reaction to new introductions, she scrutinises it closely and vividly. Her investigation with such, are always done with a some what playful curiosity. She will not fear anything, unless she experiences first hand, just how dangerous it is. Even then she would not fear it entirely. She is able to learn what precautions to take around dangerous objects instantly.
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It is strange to think that she has a favourite colour, when her hair contains every colour of the spectrum. I think the reason she favours that colour is because it was the colour of the Dressing Gown I gave her the first day we meat. To this day she still wears a Gown of that colour. It possibly could be due to an associable memory. Something that gives anyone a happy thought, can often lead to long term effects. Even though I never considered it the happiest day of my life, it seems to me that it was to her.
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I remember traversing the vast field, but how can a forget? I visit that field often. I can always tell where I am just by looking at the hills and mountains in the distance. I favoured that place just because of its distance form civilisation. There was not a pylon, fence or even a farm near by. My favourite feature was that when the night came, and the sky was clear, I could gaze up and see the universe in a detail that takes the breath away. The grass and the sky had a contrast that you would think is only achievable though a computer. Its emptiness would make most feel scared and lost. To me it was retreat. The stress of of civilisation can be too much to bare. So I commissioned a cabin to be built near the edge of the field. I use it as a getaway, or a private zone for my research. Of course I never expected that having this done would eventually lead to the most interesting discovery I could ever come across.
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On the day I was getting ready to have a lonesome picnic. The sky was clear, apart from a weather front in the distance. I expected I would be done by the time it approached, even then the rain would not last long. As I paced through the long and tangled grass, I gazed at the vastness. The sun glazed the surface like polished marble. I was on my way to my favourite spot. It is the top of a small hill located within the western side of the field. That may be a long walk, but it is worth the effort. I often feel the sensation of the world being smaller as the I climb hills. I feel that because the horizon is much closer. When I reach the top, the world becomes a bigger place. And that is what I liked about that hill. The reminder of how big reality is, always fills me with delight. As I climbed the hill, I was eager experience that feeling once more. But on that specific climb, the world did not feel any bigger. Once in a life time, is not a big enough expression to describe what I found beyond that horizon.
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I can still clearly remember my first sighting of her. Her glistening white fur, her enriching posture, and of course, her hair. Every colour that could possibly be named was within her hair. They ordered themselves like the colours of the spectrum, and each colour glided along its length finely, and evenly. The blend was so perfect, so surreal, so beautiful. What was most amazing about her hair, was its length. I followed her hairs trail with my eyes, until they reached the horizon. Faintly I could still see her hair. There was not end to it. I can tell the reader that I indeed had the erg to follow the trail, and find an end. In the times I have known her, I have made the effort to follow the trail, with no success.
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After I finished observing her hair I looked back to her. I realised immediately that she had noticed me. She looked towards me as if I was something new. I felt I was caught red handed. Like I was not welcome. I should have made myself present, instead of waiting for her to become aware of my presence. I was an intruder to her area, and invader of her land. I gazed back at her. Confused and surprised. I found myself motionless, unable to make sound. I felt that she was the braver one, as it was she who spoke to brake our silence.
“Hello” was the only word that escaped her mouth. I was still lost in my daze, and her speaking out did not help me. She sounded young. The thought only worked on my mind even more. I observed her once more to make sure I was mistaken with my ideas. I was not wrong. She was indeed a young girl. A feline. A kitten. There was no sign of womanhood, no hint of adult life. I made the estimate that she was around Nine years of age. I would later come to ask her what her age was, but she was hardly aware of the concept of time, let alone how her own age.
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She spoke out once more.
“Are you okay?” Realising my awkwardness I decided it was imperative to answer back.
“uh... Sorry..! I am fine...Thanks. And, good day to you.” She gestured a quick chuckle. My reply must have amused her. I chuckled with her, thinking that if I did not, she would feel embarrassed.
“excuse me!” I called to her. “May I ask..? Where did you come from?” She looked at me, like I had asked an obvious question. That may have been true from her perspective, but I was fully clueless to how a young feline made their way to the field.
“I'm from here” she answered. I could not understand her reply, so I began asked more questions.
“here?”
“yes. I have always been here” I was not able to believe her. I had already visited the field numerous times, and had not seen any sign of her. I understand that these planes are vast, but looking at her hair, I do not know how I could have missed her. She tilted her head while she looked at me curiously. “Why is your fur so weird?” Confused by her comment I looked down at my body. I did not know how she could see my fur when I was wearing clothes. I guessed I was not thinking strait, because I realised she must have been referring to my suit. I did want explain, but there were other matters I wanted to address first.
“excuse me. How long did you say you have been here?” She swayed her body, as if to think about her answer.
“I don't really know.” She replied. “I have been here for as long as I can remember.” I still held that claim with disbelief. This was the point I asked her about her age. I have already explained the answers I received from asking that.
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The many question I had to ask did not cease. Despite my questions, I felt like I was solving nothing. But this is what I did learn. Her name is Optíca. She has apparently lived within the field her entire life. She has no recollection of relatives or family. No god parents that have looked after her. To what she says, I am the first being she has ever met. She has lived alone for her entire life. The description she gave me of her life started me thinking. How could this be real? The fact that her hair was as long as it was already seemed like a dream. Lost in my thoughts, Optíca approached me.
“are you sure you're okay? You don't look like you are” It amazed me how she was handling the moment. By her words I am the first other she has ever met, yet she approaches me with such bravery, and no signs of cowardice or fear. I lowered myself to her level, so that if she did feel nervous at all, at least I would not feel like a giant.
“what have you been doing here?”. She could not answer me strait away as she needed to think of her answer.
“I've been playing.” Of course with every answer came another question.
“playing what exactly?” she paused to think once more.
“What ever I can think of” I was still lost in the thought of what she has been doing for the time she has been here.
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She looked at me with her playful curiosity.
“why are you asking me a lot of questions? Why are you here”. I finally snapped out of my train of thought, remember the reason I came out this way in the first place.
“Oh... I'm came here to have a picnic.” I told her. She then gazed at me with confusion.
“what's a picnic?”
“It involves, walking out into a field, much like this one, and eating a meal.” Optíca the rose in excitement.
“You have food?!” Her sudden burst of energy startled me, but her playful intents helped me to settle.
“why yes I do” I answered. Her sudden anticipation for food gave me enough sympathy to share the meals I had brought with me. “would you like to be company with me on this picnic?”
“If I can eat, yes.”
“Of course you can. I'll set everything up” I pulled out a blanket and lied it on the ground. Afterwards came a flask filled with coffee, a plate and a basket containing sandwiches, crackers and a couple spreadable ingredients. I sat on the blanket and Optíca followed. She explored the basket and pulled out a sandwich.
“what's this?” she asked
“That? That is a sandwich.” She studied the sandwich very closely. I realised she did not know that it was the food I brought. “That there is the food I told you about.” She immediately stopped observing the sandwich and took a bit out of it. Whilst chewing she paused, and her eye lids widened.
“this tasted amazing!” she shouted out. I began to become curious over what what she would normally eat.
“What is it you eat” She stopped to look at me. Her cheeks were inflated because of how much of the sandwich he had consumed. She adjusted herself and swallowed as much of the sandwich she could.
“I eat food” she said.
“where do you usually find food?” I asked her
“I just look around, then I find food.” The thought of where she found her food worked on my mind. There are many different ways in which she could have found food. I soon decided it was in my best interests to not think about it too much.
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We consumed the food from the basket swiftly. Optíca may have ingested more then I have. I suppose that is only natural, since she may have not eaten this much regularly. After we embraced our filling meals, Optíca rose herself and sprung towards me. She grabbed onto my arm and embraced it.
“Thanks for the food. It was the best food I have ever tasted” I wanted to pull back, because I felt allowing her to embrace me like this was wrong. Considering the fact I hardly knew her, but I felt if I broke her embrace, I would cause her discomfort. So I allowed the embrace, but did not return any gestures. Abruptly I heard a chuckle escape her lips. Then she looked up at me. Laughing.
“your fur feels funny.” she was grabbing onto the sleeve of my jacket, running her cheek along its surface. Not wanting her to be confused, I explained why it felt so different.
“That is because this is not my fur.” She gazed up to me in confusion. Then I continued “this is my jacket I wear it over my fur.” She sat there wandering for a moment.
“Why do you wear a jacked over your fur”? She asked me
“Many reasons in all honesty. To look nice, to keep warm. But on this occasion I like wearing this jacked.” She chuckled loudly and returned to rubbing her cheek on my jacked.
“I like how your jacked feels.” she said. I began to gain my first inkling on her innocence, her purity. She was entirely unfamiliar with what we would consider everyday values. When we look at a table, we would see a sheet of wood on top of four wooden poles. But She would see and incredible shape that reflects ones expert ability. Looking down on her reminded me of what sparked my interest of her in the first place. The sun began to reflect off her hair and fur. The glare was almost blinding, but its sight was beautiful. The glare abruptly disappeared. I explored the are around me. The light had toned town. When I remembered why, I looked up. The weather front I saw earlier was on its final approach. It was about to rain.
“Oh dear.” I nervelessly said. Optíca suddenly raised her head to face me.
“What's wrong?” she asked. I stood up and began to pack my picnic supplies.
“I seem to have spent more time out here then I was planning” I told her “It is starting to rain” Optíca began to look nervous.
“I don't like rain. It makes me feel cold” I looked down to her, realising her discomfort. With the picnic packed I lowed myself to her level.
“Hey listen” I placed my paw on her shoulder. “I have a cabin over there” I pointed in the direction of my cabin. “It will keep us dry and out of the rain.” She looked around me, hopeing to see my cabin. She looked back to me
“how far is it?” she asked.
“We may get caught in the rain, but once we are in there, we will be warm and dry.” Optíca seemed intrigued to the promise of shelter. I then proceeded to walk towards my cabin, and she followed after me. I looked back and notice Optícas hair following her. It's length was still incredible to me. I was not looking forward to letting her hair enter my cabin, and get tangled with the furniture and doorways. At the same time, I could not leave her to be drenched in the rain. Optíca was very excited to see my cabin. Her eagerness to see it detracted her from the coming rain. I smiled. Her enthusiasm pleased me. I still felt like I did not know enough about her. She defiantly had the most interesting character that I had come across. I hoped that while we were in the cabin I could learn more about her. At this point only time would tell.", "pools_count": 3, "title": "Wallace's Memoirs - Entry 1", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "image/png", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "1", "rating_name": "Mature", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "2", "name": "Nudity", "description": "Nonsexual nudity exposing breasts or genitals (must not show arousal)", "rating_id": "1" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "1", "views": "95" }