Name: Ruuko Renigu "the story teller."
Gender: Male
age: 18
Race: Human
Personality: clever, calm, easy to run, wise, kind
Oreintation: Straight
seme,uke,seke: what?
Bio:
in my past i was a very good story teller in my town. but during a long and cold famine, i was forced to be a begger. it was a very bad time where only the rich had belly's. i had been traveling in search of food with no feed and no home, when i entered a new kingdom in sight of a palace and in smell of a kitchen drawn there by the sweet aroma of roasting. and just abot to knock was i when it swung open and knocked me back onto the snow. "Get Out!! and stay out of my kitchen!!" said the cook throwing a begger like my self out into the cold. he began to walk back in and i knew if i said nothing i would have had the same fate as my friend, the other begger. "good day to you." i said. "i boil men for waisting my time." the cook said as a threat. i could tell he meant it. "im sure thats right. good policy!" i said as to not get on his bad side. "do you have any spare water?" i said cooking up a plan. "what?" the cook said as if i had asked him if he had seen a purple pigon chaseing after a pedegry. "oh, just a drop will do." now both the cook and the begger where looking at me wondering what i was getting at. "you see i have this...." i looked at my feet and saw a stone. "stone here. and with a bit of water we can make some soup for my friend and me." the begger then looked at the cook to see what he would say. "stone soup?" he said thinking i must be mad. "mmm, delicious." i said sniffing to stone. "im not stupid! you cant make soup out of a stone!" as to cook said this the begger gained a grin of his face thinking the same thing as me, i was sure of it. i looked at the cook with a face that said he would be missing out if he said no. the next thing we knew we where in the kitchen and to cook was bringing me a large pot of water. "there you're water. there's you're fire now let's see this marvouls soup." he said dareingly. "thank you, thank you." i said dropping the stone into the water with a plop. we all looked into the pot hopeing something would happen. there was a good five second's befre any of us said anything. "how long's this gonna take." the cook asked me. "oh it wont take more then a hour." i said looking back into the water as if i was checking on anything. "oh thats good. marvalous water." and our friend the cook stand over me for an hour. while i consider my soup, a simple stone in boiling water. the cook of course had to check on the other food's they where making. he walk's back over to me. "well?" he said starting to belive it was soup. "yes, there." i said lifting a laidle to taste my stone water. "done." on hearing this the cook tried to get a taste from the laidle but i moved in farther from him and asked if he had any salt. he called for one of his lackie's to bring some and i thru a bit in to the water. i taste it again. "mmmm, almost perfect." a smile came on his face before trying again to taste it. just as before i stopped him. "do you have any stock. some lamb, just a drop will do." he called for some. and after stock, green's and after green's, potato's. in they all go. me and my begger friend smelled the soup before asking for meat. the cook began to scrape some in but we stopped him. "enof! you'll drown the stone!" me and my friend ate the other meat he was going to add. i looked the soup over once more before say it was ready. the cook looked at me with a smile. "now you must remember this is just a humble stone soup." a little later we sat at the table with our belly's full the cook placed his bowl down and sighed with delite. "good. very good." e said with joy. "soup... from a stone." he almost laughed. "you can keep it." i said picking the stone up with the laidle and chucking it the him. "thank you." he caught it but then was reminded that stone's get hot in boiling water. a furious cook drag's me before the king. "punishment!" he rages. "death by boiling!" but all im listening to are the sweet gurggles of my full belly. "answer his magesty block head!" the cook kick's my shoulder and i remember where i was. "pardon?" i say slitly emberassed i had not heard the king. "whats you're trade fool. it can be etched on you're grave stone." the cook said evily. i look at the king. i knew if i failed to make a good impression i would be boiled. "im a teller of story's. a weaver of dream's." i said standing up. "i can sing and in the right weather i can stand on my head. i know seven words in latin. i have a little..." the gaurd's for whatever reason closed their spears infront of me. i beconed them i meant no harm. "and a trick or two. i know the proper way to greet a dragon. i can fight dirty but not fair. i once swallod thirty oister's in a minute. i am not domestic, i am a luxury. and in that sense nessasery!" i had made my point. all i could do was wait. the king looked at the queen. he looked back at me. he then began to laugh. slowly the member's of his court joined in. first the queen then the rest followed. all laughed but the prince, a boy about the age of 6 holding a sock monkey doll. "how excellent! and you can make soup out of a stone and a monkey out of a cook." the cook rushed behind me. "but you're majesty..." he was cut of by the king. "and you tell storys. good story's? funny story's?" i kept my eye's locked on him. "some good, some funny. some indifferent." the cook moved to my other side. "but you're majesty, the punishment." the king thought. "punishment..... yes. you're punishment will be to tell me a story. every night for a year and for each story you tell. you will earn a gold coin." the punishment seemed to be poseing as one but the tone he said it in struck me to my core. "it's my usual fee." i said with a hint of fear in my voice. "but if you run out of story's i shall hand you over to the cook and his boiling oil.... naturally." i swalloed. "naturally?" the prince ripped of the arm to his doll and gave me a sinical smile.
what a punishment. every day i was feed, i told a story, i got my gold coin and went off to m bed. imagine me then, blissfulness. i sat by the fire a told a story to the king, the best part is that he never fell asleep. what more could an artist want. food, money and a lively crowd. every day a 'tink' on the golden calander and a snuggle with my new girlfriend. she was mighty lovely. a year passed, the final day came. the last of sweet punishment.
i wake up full to the brim with life. my girl sound asleep. she really was beautiful. and under the bed a bag filled with 364 gold coin's. and blow me..... i cant think of a story to tell. in a twink im up and pacing the garden. that old crocedile fear leading me a merry dance. but oh dear my mind is a terribal blank, and the oil is on the boil. my girl walk's up behind me as i stare at the oil from a gate in the castle wall. "we have a visiter." she says. "so i see." i said filled with fear. "remember me? we shared you're stone soup." it was the begger we meet earlier in the story. i stared more into the oil. "is something the matter." my girl said to me worried. "nope! no, no, no." i walked away knowing i must think. "anything we can do. is it food you're after or money?" i asked the begger walking deeper into the garden. "oh no. i have both. infact i have 364 gold piece's which i have come to wager against youres." i looked at eh bag he held. it bulged at the side's and my soul went that much closer to greed. "Ruuko is a devil with the dice." my girl said full of pride. "yes! of corse i am but i cant be playing for money. im playing for higher stake's. i must find a story before night fall or i'll..." the begger teased me with the gold infront of my face.
i know, i shouldent have but to gold sparkled. i should have said no, but the gold glittered. the morning flittered away and with it my fortune.
i gave the begger the last of my gold. "there you have it. i have no story and no money." the begger looked at me. "play on." i could not belive him. "with what?!" i said a bit angry how he taunted me. "you're girl." we looked at each other. "you're girl against my winning's." i looked at him not beliveing what he said. "never!" i shouted. "no, go on. play!" she said nearing me. "im sure you'll win." i had a harder time beliveing what she said. i knew she must have faith in me but now this was insane!
to answer you're question, yes she was a blonde.
"i wont. i may forget story's. i may lose money. i may boil but i wont lose you." i said hoping she would stop. "play." she insisted. "you must surly win." she giuded my eye's to the piles of gold. i looked at the begger. ".....tis not my will." i grabbed the dice and cup. i shook praying to god to have mercy. i let them loose on the ground before my heart practically stopped as they stopped on two ones. my girl walked to the begger and kissed him. "whats this!?" i said as my soul sank. "he is my love now, so i must love him." the way she said it was as if i should have known it. "the i am broken." i really was. "will you not play again?" the begger asked. "with what? i have nothing left." i told him. i was about to cry he taunted me so. "i stake every thing now. money, wife, every thing. you're own self." his words frightened my very much. "third time lucky." he said giving me a friendly smile. "stake my self?" i then sighed. "why not. you practically have it already." the begger took the dice and cup. he shook then and slammed the cup rim down on the ground. i looked at him, he looked at me. he removed the cup to reveil two six's. "two six's. naturally." i said as he kissed my, i mean his girl. "well sir i am you're servant on this dismale day." he pulled from his jacket a rope. he put's it around my neck. "am i to be tied up like a dog?" he grinned at me as he got a good grip on the rope. "no, like a hare." he tighten the rope and as he did so i shrunk into my cloth's. i could not see a thing under them. i fought my way out and tried to ask him what 'like a hare' was soposed to mean. but all i could hear was a squeel. i looked at my hand but were they where, paws!? "help! help!!" im shouting but only a squeel comes out. "please help mee!!!!" i said to my former girlfriend. they picked me up and i struggled to no avail. they grabbed my feet and hung me upside down. "do you like our games?" she asked me. "no i dont!! help me!!" the begger picked me up and laughed. "good, because i have other plan's in store for you. but not in that shape." he turned to his girl. "what should i make him?"
"can you do anything?"
"yes but it must be small for my purpose's." she thought for a minute before cheerfully said, "a flea?" i looked at her in shock, my fur stood on end. "a flea is possible." i shreiked in fright.
Nice, i can be popped between the fingers.
the begger strides of. where he carry's me i know not. this morning a man bless and by lunch he is a flea. unless i find a story, it's a boil in the oil.
You get a view on life as a flea. outside it's cold and hungry, inside it is warm and people eat. our friend the begger take us, me and the rest of the flea's, into the kitchen where the oil sizzles to meet the cook. the human body is a kitcen for the parasite and the cook is a feast. the other fleas flock to the cook. the begger pour's onto a table 364 gold piece's. the cook's itch is greed, and he scratch's. the begger come back to the table the cook is now sitting at. "what's that?" he ask's the cook refering to the oil. "oh, thats just oil boiling. it's for a friend of mine. a buffoon who tell's story's. he's nothing, a flea." he laugh's. i did not think it was so funny. "his time will come." the cook say's. the begger put's three straw's on the table each one no more then a centimeter away from the next. "now you say you can blow the middle one away but leave the other two where they are?" the cook say in a very good mood. "my gold say's i can. a meal say's i can't" the begger say's pretending to sound unsure of himself. he put's two finger's on the outside straw's and blows. the middle one fly's at the cook getting caught in his shirt fold's. the cook look's at the begger. "that's cheating." he said. "why." said the begger. i could see where this was going. "i can do that." the cook grab's the straws and set's them back up. he puts his finger's on the two outside straw's and blow's as hard as he can. but the straw dose not fly off this time. this time his two finger's go flying. "m-my finger's...." the cook say's looking at his hand. "not as easy as it look's is it." the begger said dodgeing the cook's fingers. "another game?" the begger say's picking up the straw's. the cook is to busy obsesing over his lost finger's. "my finger's, my finger's!!" he cried. the begger payed no mind to it. "this is simple. i will wager all my gold that i can move one ear but not the other." he moved his hand over his ear. the cook backed away. "that's impossible! i'll not try!" the begger sighed. "as you wish." he began to put his gold back into his bag. the cook's greed over ruled his fear. "no! i want that gold." the cook said sitting back down at the table. "try begger, and curse you...." the begger smiled smugly and moved a hand to his ear. he grabbed his ear and moved it. "thats cheating. he's cheating!" the cook said. "wrong again." the begger said smiling. "i said i could move one ear and not the other, and that is what i have done." the cook growled at him. "you will not make a fool out of me, i'll do it myself." the cook did the same as the begger but must have pulled to hard, for his ear came completely off. as the cook freaked out, the begger packed his thing's and made his way to the king' throne room
Now i know what you must be thinking, 'poor cook' please. he only lost a few bit's, i lost every thing.
as night draw's it's hood and the hour come's when it's the kings story time, i find myself carried to the king on the coat of the begger. the king pound's on the table where every one food was. "where's my story teller!? i want my story!!" as the king rant's a man walk's up behind him with news. "sire, there is a man who would entertain you." the king look's at him "i dont want entertainer's. i loath entertainer's. i want my story and i want it now!" the begger walk's in. "allow me to present my self. ragbag that i am." the begger was then cut off by the prince. "he smell's." the begger kindly smile's at the boy. "i am a begger sir. it is my bisniuse to smell. but i am capable of offence, not simply to the nose" he said as he pulled a rope from his jacket. "and i can throw a rope in a special way." he tosed one end of the rope on the table he king was at. the then threw the other end straight in the air. some how it stuck there and did not fall back. everyone looked straight up. the king was the first to speak. "that's clever."the prince then spoke. "make him do something else. can he do anything else?" the begger then pulled out of his jacket a glowing ball. he showed it to the prince. he was hooked now. with a large swing the begger threw the ball into the air and like the rope, it did not come back down. "where's it gone! i want it! where's it gone!" the prince said just like the brat his was. finally the queen spoke. "the prince want the ball, please oblige." the begger grabbed the rope. "it's at the top of the rope." the prince then got up from his seat. "can i get it?"
"he cant climb a rope." the queen said looking at him. "well in that case." the begger said. he put his finger's in-between the rope's knot's and pulled them apart. the rope insted of falling apart formed a ladder. "now he can go up." the begger said with a sly tone. the prince climbed up the ladder. he climbed and climbed until he was out of sight. every one looked wondering what was taking him so long. the king then ordered, "come down!" the ladder fell, the begger scratch's his beard and shrug's and soon after a round object comes sailing down. the ball! the room was silent, nothing. then a babble of muttering, pointing and indignation. growl's drowned out by the terrorfied roar of the king. "to the oil!!!" a croud drag's the begger into the kitchen. "oh no" im thinking. i cry for help but nobody hears me. the banging of pot's and pan's fill the kitchen. people yelling "To the oil! to the oil!" the cook open's the grate sealing the oil, which is now bubbling menisingly. the cook taunt's the begger before they put him in.
"well ragbag! come to the pot, the terrible pot! come for a boil in the boily oil!" the gaurd's holding ragbag lift him up. "up and INNN!!!" the cook shout's before the gaurd dump ragbag into the oil. there is a few second of evil laughter from everyone in the kitchen before the strangest thing happen's. ragbag come's up from the oil with nothing but a brush and a soap on a rope. he's not hurt or anything infact it looks as if he's taking a bath. everyone stare's in shock. "that's not meant to happen." the cook says. "it's boiling." he said. to make sure the cook put's what left of his finger's in the oil. a hissing sound cry's and and the cook hold's his hand in pain. the cook then feel's something growing from his hand. he take's his hand of of his finger's and he see's all of them. every one now looking at him. "my finger's are back... my finger's are back!!" a sharp pain is then felt from the side of his head and his hand quickly cover's his ear. "my ear... it's back!! my ear's back!" something then starts to come out of the oil. it's the prince, all safe and sound. the guard's lift him out and the prince is still asking where the ball is. "look!" someone shout's and for the first time the relise that the begger's gone. with out a trace.
but what about me? where was i? no longer a flea, no longer anything. and here i am above the palace swirling around. and element nothing more. and then a sudden drop, hurdeling down and the ground rushing twords me!
"i'd been dreaming." i said laying on the ground. all my gold piece's lying around me. two guard's walked up to me. "the majesty want's his story!" one said with othority. "y-yes..." they picked me up and carried me to the king's court. i looked at the king. "the day is almost over and i've herd no story." i was still out of breath from my dream. "sire...." i said.
"do you remember the condition's?" the king said
"i do..." i manedged to say.
"well then, do you have a story to tell me or not?" the king said. the cook then rushed up behind me. "he dose not sire. the pig. let me have him." he said very much wanting to boil me. he rushed back to his spot. i paused for a second. "i have no story sire..." the king and queen looked at each other. "let me tell you what happened to me today......" and as such i began to tell them of my adventures. of hare's and flea's. the worst day of my life, about how my girlfriend betraid me and of boiling oil..... and what a tale it was. how the tear's flowed down the cheek's of the king and the cook and the queen, and when i had finished my story there was a terrible silence. ".... and so majesty, i have no story to tell." the king looked at me shocked and still sobbing. "b-but that's the best story i have ever heard." and on that everyone in the room began to stand and applaud. they patted me on the back and made me tell the whole thing from start to finish, and it was then that i realised what the begger had done. when i was a story short, he gave me one.
the girlfriend, i know some of you are thinking of, was under the begger's spell. she was so taken by it that she went off in search of him. the cook also desided not long after to throw out the boiling oil and kept the stone insted. and now whenever some one come's to his kitchen door begging for food he makes them the best bowl of soup they had ever tasted.
not long after this day some one the cook had hired week's before found me and captured me. and now here i am, in a cage waiting for someone to buy me. but you know how buying a slave is, the one's that are special are the quickest one to be bought. so now i leave you at this and i hope you enjoyed my story
Other Info: if you wish to purchase me i have one request. that you have a fire place and the best place by the fire is saved for me.
