In a story, the setting is probably one of the most essential parts of the plot. Be it sunny, that particular time is usually bright and cheery. Be it Rainy-Dreary and miserable. In this case, the sky is clear, without so much as a dot of cloud or any interuption of the cerulean stretch. The sun is high in the air, interpreting that it is about mid-day, plenty of sunlight left. We are set on an island, in the middle of an ocean of some sort. Whatever body of water it might be, it is unusually beautiful, the crystalline waters a delicate shade of cyan. How did we get here, though?
Granted, it is hard to recall the last few hours, but you can come up with a few possible explanations. A shipwreck? Or perhaps you are an oceanographer, and this is one of your latest findings-Some unknown (and probably unnamed) island. I find myself dearly wanting to call the place "a deserted island". It rolls off of the tongue (or rather, petpage) so much nicer than simply-"an island". But alas, saying so would be false, because in the distance, you can see what seems to be a rather large hut made of all sorts of foliage from the forest, just beyond the clearing. But still, the assumption cannot be made that the island is inhabited-Suppose the shack is simply the remain of a tribe from many a year ago? Yes, the only way to be sure is to investigate.
The walk across the beach is fairly short, although you have to stop numerous times to avoid your trousers from getting wet. Despite this, you have arrived after a few minutes-You might have timed it if your watch had not fogged up, disabling it from working. Upon reaching the hut, you finger the outside;it is made of various sizes of bamboo poles, cut cleanly at the tops and tied together with some sort of rope material that is unknown to you. The knots are neat and all look similar to each other-The inhabitant must have been rather keen about this. The ceiling seems to be made of the rope material, tied to the poles and crossing each strand. You have to admit, it is impressive. The entrance is covered in some sort of translucent material-How curious. Convinced that the hut is without an inhabitant, you enter.
How very wrong you were. Upon your entrance, a tannish creature at the far end of the hut turns around swiftly. It remains on the spot for a moment, then pads towards you. You can now distinguish it's gender, Female. Her appearance is unlike any creature you might have seen, although distantly resembling a neopian creature called a 'lupe'. Her eyes are oddly peircing, a variation of pea green. A reddish brown draperie covers her back and envelopes her underbelly. The ends are tied to small, golden bells that tinkle softly as she moves. Her coat fur is a lovely cream tan hue, without so much as a speck of dirt, or, more likely on a beach, sand. Among all of this, a flower of some sort is curled around her left hind leg. The stem oddly resembles the color of her eyes, while the flower is almost the exact pinky color of her nose.
[Yes?] Says the lupess. Unsure of how to reply, you simply stutter on an 'I'. She cocks her head, intent on getting a reply out of you. After what seems like forever, you come up with a replial.
[I didn't know the hut was inhabited], you stammer. [Miss,] you add uncertainly.
Before you have a chance to apologize, she replies with a bright smile.
[It's quite alright, I don't mind. And my name is Severiia, or Sev. Why don't you have a seat?]
[Oh, no, erm.. I couldn't intrude on your hospitality..]
[But I insist!]
[Well, I suppose that...]
[Alright then!]
She gestures toward a somewhat crudely shaped chair...made of sand. You sit.
[Why don't I get us something to drink?]
Without waiting for a replial, she trots out of the hut. You sit patiently, for a couple of minutes, then, sure that she is gone, stand and inspect the hut. Everything is magnificently made, and you marvel over the sand counter, where a couple of objects sit. Amongst them is a book, the pages made of dried banana leaves, and binded with vines of some sort. You flip open the cover as Severiia walks in.
Horrified, you return the book hastily to it's place.
[Oh, no, go ahead] she says with a reassuring smile.
You slowly take the book back, and turn the next page. It is titled: Family
Tabb. She's...well, odd, and crazy, like most owners are made out to be. A couple of adjectives to use here would be penguiny, avacado-like, duck loving, cat obsessed, and overall Tabb-ish. She loves to draw and roleplay and do other things, but is too lazy to list them all. She always takes pictures with her cat hat, so good luck finding a picture of her without it :) NOTE TO SELF: Don't let her anywhere near my fig newtons-They will DISAPEAR. (Past experiences...)
Yasu, or Yasutani. My sister. She's not blood related, none of my siblings are, but she might as well be. Despite our difference, we're very close. She's fun to be with-Sometimes you want to be in on the action, y'know. She loves practical jokes, and is unusually good for her experience. She is very tomboyish, and won't stand for any threats to her loved ones. She is also a queen of sarcasm.
Xhitell. Wow. Xhitell, well, he fancies himself as a lady's man. I wouldn't look at his petpage quite yet, your eyes might singe out. He's got a very nice personality, I've got to admit. He's funny but somewhat moody. He'd love to roleplay with...women.
Lu, or Luminiscent. She's absolutely awesome. She's very sweet and caring. She's a mistress of magic, and enjoys it deeply. She lives on a lavender cloud. :3 It's very nice ^^
