Once upon a time, oh dahlng dings, there was a mythical mystical creature called Nameloc. She was a gorgeous garrulous girl, with the gift of the gab, and a glorious set of vocal chords. When her voice took flight, she could charm the birds from the trees, the salamander from the pond, and indeed capture the hearts and spirits of all who basked in her sultry songs, and mellifluous melodies. Her voice flowed from her very soul, and a tortured and troubled soul it was. Contrary to the brave face she presented to most of the world, beneath that thin veneer lurked all manner of doubts and insecurities and secrets. She was a master of deception, an art honed by her skills on the stage- her appearances in all manner of guises in musical and dramatic performances were a delight to behold, but as they say “art mimics life” and the reverse was also true. The characters she portrayed were drawn from her life’s experiences, and her life was peopled with characters more fascinating than fictional. She often took refuge behind the mask of makeup- both cosmetic and prosthetic. Slipping on some lippy helped her face her day job, where she soothed the sick and tended the troubled. Slapping on a ghoulish mask was essential to her nocturnal persona, where she terrified the tremulous, and scared the witless. But as the saying goes, beauty can be skin deep, and inside our skins it can be difficult to appreciate our own beauty. Despite the support and reassurances of her friends and family, Nameloc remained unconvinced of her worth and value in all their lives. The pain and despair she felt convinced her that they may not care if she toppled from the tightrope between life and death that she so precariously walked. So how marvellous it was when a small miracle sparked a glimmer of happiness and hope in her heavy heart. Emerging from the grotto she called her home, deep in the shadowy recesses of Anupakat , as her eyes adjusted to the moonlight, she made out the reptilian form of a small creature, curled up in a clump of grass. It was a tiny rodentasaurus, newly hatched, but abandoned by its mother, the notoriously selfish rodentasaurette, a descendant of a long line of French dinosaurs, a “femme du nuit “ which is a polite way of saying a saucy slapper. No doubt she had disappeared in search of a good time, leaving her hatchling helpless and hungry. Nameloc had a veritable menagerie of creatures filling every corner of her grotto already, but there was always space in her heart, and home, for another. She scooped the baby rodentasaurus up in her gentle hands, and the moment her eyes locked onto those of the lizard she realised that this was her true calling. Others of her species formed lifelong and monagomous relationships with one other, but her heart and home was big enough to nurture the needs of a variety of creatures as diverse and varied in their needs as she herself was. So she named her new protegee Ruoivas,because to her he had truly been just that, a Saviour !
Posted on: Sat, 05 Oct 2013 01:32:57 +0000
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