Standing At Falas Special Clutch

Name: Lethe Gray

Aliases: Shard, Baeris, Vanya, Sanger, Tani, Viridia, Charybdis, endless others

Gender: Female, obviously

Gender preference: Male, but wants to be one. Go figure.

Age: 39

Hair: Brown, often dyed multiple colors

Eyes: green hazel with gold and orange flecks (requires glasses, not shown)

Skin: Art! (as shown!)

Rank: RPG creator, explorer, procrastinator, Net junkie

Marital Status: single, ex boyfriend (yummy)

Pets: Cats. Lots of Cats. (Toots, Boxer, Purrsephone, 13375qu34k, Rex, Mews) and Snake (Carmine), Whiplash, talking flitter

Talents: Artwork, Scripting, novel writing, website design

Dragon: Blue Bhavaiyath; Pet: Gold-Mottled Blue male Talking flit Whiplash

Friends in Crime: Sara Letha Katrina the 3-headed me-dragon (nexus exchange); a bunch of Flamingo Flitters (from Ty at Ryslen), Dooooom (giftie from Rachael at DouPas); Flamingodragon (birthday giftie)

Prelude (Drew) - Page 1 - Page 2 - Page 3 - Nik

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Of course I had an internet connection. That was something that was absolutely essential for me. Even after being out and about in the Nexus, one couldn't have enough time on the 'net. Emails and games, downloading music and porn... okay, more music than porn... Buying, not downloading... whatEVER!

I had noticed that the pink flamingodragon on my lawn had bred. Seriously. What was up with that? It was plastic or something... With a heartbeat apparently. And where had it found a partner? Was it one of Whiplash's offspring that did the deed? Was it male or female? I wasn't really sure!

Whatever it was, there were all these little - noisy - tiny flitter-things on my lawn. Whenever anyone would pass by they'd freeze still, not make a peep. But the moment a passer by was out of eyeshot or looking away, I noticed as I gazed out my 2nd story work room's window, they would scamper around and find new poses to freeze in. It was sheer comedy.

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Meanwhile, out back, as long as Bhavaiyath let her, Sara Letha Katrina hung out and talked at him for hours. My god, could she talk. Like me, I suppose... But she also had several email accounts and forum presence on places I habited myself, so it got kind of confusing when people figured out we had the same IP address and name, but were clearly not the same person.

One such moment of confusion led to a particularly weird encounter. I hadn't thought there were dragons here, in this world where I'd settled. But perhaps like the other places I'd invented, there was much more to it than I originally thought. I didn't design it to have them, but there they were. Maybe on their way from other planets or universes, but either way there was one guy on a forum who just wouldn't shut up.

He was so angry all the time. SLK and I would type replies quickly in his threads, asking him to back up his reasoning and to show examples of why every single thing involved with ... well, whatever, because he was everywhere, was gloom and doom for the whole Intarweb.

He never did, of course. He just came back with yet another thread slightly mis-spelled, about the current doomcon of the forum.

And at one point, SLK and I talked (through the back window and my laptop balanced on the windowsill) about what this guy had wrong with him and what we'd do if we could just talk to him face to face.

Well it turned out he 'heard' us. He was a dragon after all. And somehow, they just know. And especially if you're a forum troll, you just know when people are talking about you behind your back. Well - even when people aren't, they think so.

He showed up in the back yard one morning, yawning and growling because he hadn't had any coffee yet, but chatting it up with Sara while Letha tried sleeping and Katrina was looking up at me with those angry green eyes of hers.

Sara called up to me, "Can we keep him? He's got a wireless!"

I tapped my fingers on the doorframe, and shrugged. "Do we have a choice?"

Bhav muttered into my mind, obviously not, he's already moved his stuff into the back end of the yard.

"Well then, ... um, I'd say welcome but not really. Have fun. Don't break anything. And I swear if you try eating any of the cats I'll kill you myself." I sternly warned him, but he didn't really care. Forum troll or no, when faced with actual true doom - it was easily ignored.

Maybe he cried wolf to himself one too many times, eh?

(Sara / cat; Katrina / dragon; Letha / goat)