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If I die young bury me in satin

Lay me down on a bed of roses

Sink me in the river at dawn

Send me away with the words of a love song

Uh oh uh oh

Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother

She'll know I'm safe with you when

She stands under my colours, oh and

Life ain't always what you think it oughta be, no

Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby

The sharp knife of a short life,

Well, I've had just enough time

~

The last few breaths came, for Farren's comrade, quickly, but for Farren, in the timespan of what seemed to be his whole life. The stories really were true, a life flashed before one's eyes when they met death. The cold air of the forest seemed to cloud Farren's throat and choke him, pulling him closer to eternal rest.

  Oh, how Farren wished he had just stayed home with his beloved owner on that night all those years ago. Oh, how Farren wished the mist and fog had not swirled him into uncharted territory and prevented him from reaching home. He had become a wanderer, thus his name. He had forgotten his previous name long, long ago, at the start of the earth.

But now he would go home to his owner. Surely, his owner had perished as well. Finally, they could fly together, watching their children and grandchildren, all their descendants, enjoy their seemingly long but in reality short time on this earth, and greet them together when they, to, had lived their time to the fullest.

Farren's life, though, had not been the fullest. In terms of the years of his species, Farren was still considered young. He was leaving too soon. A liquid clouded Farren's eyes- was that mist, or were those tears of his, showing emotion that he had so long ago forbid from his face? It did not matter, though.

Farren was glad that on his short time on Earth, he had been able to spread stories. He roamed the forests, receiving and creating and telling myths and memories, spreading love and emotion. He had gotten rid of emotion, given it all away and given in to darkness.

Soon his soul was rising up, looking warmly at the young Fantsuneko below him, gliding down to it and nuzzling its muzzle. 'You are not alone,' Farren told it, giving it strength and warmth to survive even the coldest winter. 'I've had enough time, now you live yours.' Of course, the young male could not see or hear him, buy saying those words made even Farren believe.

As the words left his mouth, a pang of regret shadowed his mind. There were so many more things I wished to do... He cried out in his mind. I question you, gods! Was this meant to be? Not gaining an answer, he climbed the light staircase to the sky and flew through forests of stories. Stories that brought back memories.

Would his death always mock him, for the everlasting time in his afterlife? Afterlife, which was meant to be peaceful? Even up in the heavens, air was cold and unwelcoming.

As he wandered around the clouds, he came across a faint voice. Soon, a familiar breath on his back and a hand under his stomach welcomed him as well. Finally, his owner had found him! But she did not look the same. His owner had grown old and faint in his time away, creases lining her face. It seemed she, at least, had lived a long and peaceful life.

'Lily!' Farren greeted, but to his dismay the woman shook her head.

"Quick," Even the tone of her voice conveyed her anger and worry. "This was a mistake, it was not your time, but the small one next to you. You must go back and travel the world, and I will see you when your job is done. You have much to experience still, young one."

And with these words, a flash lit up Farren's vision, stating a goodbye to the quick, yet unsweet reuniting with his owner. His feet once again met solid ground, and this time the ground sunk under his paws again. He looked down, mesmerized by the white fluff under his claws and puzzled by the fact that he was alive yet again.

He seemed to be in a new place he had never experienced before- lights lit the sky. But they were not any lights- they were beautiful. Blues and greens danced across the skies, intertwining with purple and inviting eyes to be drawn to it. Aurora Borealis, was it? The Northern Lights.

With this, Farren noticed something- he looked different. He had taken on the form of a warrior Fantsuneko, gaining antlers and a beautiful share of the Aurora between them. Farren had always been different, with his open eyes, but now he really stood out.

As his fur was buffeted by the white hailing down on his fur, ruffling and unruffling the beautiful pattern, he stood in serene silence and took in the beautiful sight before him, determined to memorize every detail. This story would be a good one, for sure.

~

Ok can I just say how much I love this bb,,, scREAM!! I really connect to the design- I love stories, telling and reading them, and I loved the design as soon as I saw it and now I love Farren even more now that i've drawn and written about him hhhhhh. This will be one of many entries, I really hope to get him but if I don't I hope they go to a really loving and caring home!

Farren | 137 y/o
Male Fantsuneko
Normal Body

I spent lots of time carefully choosing a name and backstory, and finally came to a conclusion when I saw the name Farren. Not only do I love to say it, but it also means wanderer- which fit perfectly into the story!

For anyone who couldn't understand the backstory, Farren died saving his comrade and was brought back to life, thus gaining antlers and the orb. He always has had open eyes, and that's why he started to tell stories! To spread the knowledge of how beautiful colors and sights were! He wanders around and tells stories, and is really angsty about wanting to see his owner again :'')

Fantsunekos (c) StanHoneyThief
Art, writing (c) Roseqalaxy

Description

!!Please click the picture for higher resolution!!

If I die young bury me in satin

Lay me down on a bed of roses

Sink me in the river at dawn

Send me away with the words of a love song

Uh oh uh oh

Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother

She'll know I'm safe with you when

She stands under my colours, oh and

Life ain't always what you think it oughta be, no

Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby

The sharp knife of a short life,

Well, I've had just enough time

~

The last few breaths came, for Farren's comrade, quickly, but for Farren, in the timespan of what seemed to be his whole life. The stories really were true, a life flashed before one's eyes when they met death. The cold air of the forest seemed to cloud Farren's throat and choke him, pulling him closer to eternal rest.

  Oh, how Farren wished he had just stayed home with his beloved owner on that night all those years ago. Oh, how Farren wished the mist and fog had not swirled him into uncharted territory and prevented him from reaching home. He had become a wanderer, thus his name. He had forgotten his previous name long, long ago, at the start of the earth.

But now he would go home to his owner. Surely, his owner had perished as well. Finally, they could fly together, watching their children and grandchildren, all their descendants, enjoy their seemingly long but in reality short time on this earth, and greet them together when they, to, had lived their time to the fullest.

Farren's life, though, had not been the fullest. In terms of the years of his species, Farren was still considered young. He was leaving too soon. A liquid clouded Farren's eyes- was that mist, or were those tears of his, showing emotion that he had so long ago forbid from his face? It did not matter, though.

Farren was glad that on his short time on Earth, he had been able to spread stories. He roamed the forests, receiving and creating and telling myths and memories, spreading love and emotion. He had gotten rid of emotion, given it all away and given in to darkness.

Soon his soul was rising up, looking warmly at the young Fantsuneko below him, gliding down to it and nuzzling its muzzle. 'You are not alone,' Farren told it, giving it strength and warmth to survive even the coldest winter. 'I've had enough time, now you live yours.' Of course, the young male could not see or hear him, buy saying those words made even Farren believe.

As the words left his mouth, a pang of regret shadowed his mind. There were so many more things I wished to do... He cried out in his mind. I question you, gods! Was this meant to be? Not gaining an answer, he climbed the light staircase to the sky and flew through forests of stories. Stories that brought back memories.

Would his death always mock him, for the everlasting time in his afterlife? Afterlife, which was meant to be peaceful? Even up in the heavens, air was cold and unwelcoming.

As he wandered around the clouds, he came across a faint voice. Soon, a familiar breath on his back and a hand under his stomach welcomed him as well. Finally, his owner had found him! But she did not look the same. His owner had grown old and faint in his time away, creases lining her face. It seemed she, at least, had lived a long and peaceful life.

'Lily!' Farren greeted, but to his dismay the woman shook her head.

"Quick," Even the tone of her voice conveyed her anger and worry. "This was a mistake, it was not your time, but the small one next to you. You must go back and travel the world, and I will see you when your job is done. You have much to experience still, young one."

And with these words, a flash lit up Farren's vision, stating a goodbye to the quick, yet unsweet reuniting with his owner. His feet once again met solid ground, and this time the ground sunk under his paws again. He looked down, mesmerized by the white fluff under his claws and puzzled by the fact that he was alive yet again.

He seemed to be in a new place he had never experienced before- lights lit the sky. But they were not any lights- they were beautiful. Blues and greens danced across the skies, intertwining with purple and inviting eyes to be drawn to it. Aurora Borealis, was it? The Northern Lights.

With this, Farren noticed something- he looked different. He had taken on the form of a warrior Fantsuneko, gaining antlers and a beautiful share of the Aurora between them. Farren had always been different, with his open eyes, but now he really stood out.

As his fur was buffeted by the white hailing down on his fur, ruffling and unruffling the beautiful pattern, he stood in serene silence and took in the beautiful sight before him, determined to memorize every detail. This story would be a good one, for sure.

~

Ok can I just say how much I love this bb,,, scREAM!! I really connect to the design- I love stories, telling and reading them, and I loved the design as soon as I saw it and now I love Farren even more now that i've drawn and written about him hhhhhh. This will be one of many entries, I really hope to get him but if I don't I hope they go to a really loving and caring home!

Farren | 137 y/o
Male Fantsuneko
Normal Body

I spent lots of time carefully choosing a name and backstory, and finally came to a conclusion when I saw the name Farren. Not only do I love to say it, but it also means wanderer- which fit perfectly into the story!

For anyone who couldn't understand the backstory, Farren died saving his comrade and was brought back to life, thus gaining antlers and the orb. He always has had open eyes, and that's why he started to tell stories! To spread the knowledge of how beautiful colors and sights were! He wanders around and tells stories, and is really angsty about wanting to see his owner again :'')

Fantsunekos (c) StanHoneyThief
Art, writing (c) Roseqalaxy