Inachis has a minion!

Flutter the Vind

[center] [i] Name:[/i] Inachis Io
[i] Origin:[/i] Latin for Peacock Butterfly
[i] Meaning:[/i] soul of those who passed away[/center]

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[i]Symbol of:[/i] lightness, freedom, nature
[i]Likes:[/i] butterflies, caterpillars, ladybugs, meadows, summer, wind
[i]Dislikes:[/i] rats, toads, lizards, rain[/center]

[center]Often times, butterflies are seen as "souls who have passed on". They are believed to be loved ones that have passed from one life to another, but keep a part of themselves upon the Earth to watch over the ones they have left behind. They are delicate, and often times weightless. Beautiful and swift, one might take extra precaution not to harm these delicate souls..

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Warm, salty tears slowly ran down Inachis's face, caressing his cheeks before hanging upon his chin, trembling there for a few moments before dropping to his opened palms. His eyes were glazed over with his tears, his gaze staring hard at the cracks of his palms. His whole body felt numb, and his soul felt lost and alone.

He couldn't believe that she was gone. She was just with him, cooing into his ear and petting his arm with her delicate touch, something she was known well for. His grandmother was the kindest, smartest woman he had ever known. Ever since he was little, she took the time to take extra care of him, trying to teach him the way of nature.

She was particularly fond of butterflies, her favorite were these large blue and yellow ones that would often land on her nose, causing her to smile brightly and laugh that endearing laugh of hers that Inachis remembered well. Though Inachis personally had no real personal liking to butterflies, and often swatted them away.

His grandmother would implore him to treat them with more respect, she would explain to him how fragile their little limbs are, but Inachis would rarely pay attention. He would often run after them with a jar, trying his hardest to catch every single one he could - to his grandmother's dismay. She would shake her head and release the butterflies he had caught, squeezing his shoulder as if to get him to watch the beauty of them as they went, explaining to him how people thought they were the bodies of passed beloved souls - something he would easily ignore.

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Inachis wiped the tears from his face with the back of his arm, sniffling slightly before resting his hand into his paws. Why did she have to leave? Couldn't she have stayed with him? She had taught him so much about the world around him, everything he knew was because of him. "Grandmother.." He choked out a small cry, tears beginning to flow again.

Then suddenly, within a few moments of his tears dropping, one of the large blue and yellow butterflies that his grandmother had loved so much, quietly fluttered down infront of his face, then rested gently upon the tip of his nose, seemingly staring him straight in the eyes.

Inachis looked up, and much to his surprise, he didn't move a single inch. He sat there, staring at the butterfly, entranced by the beauty of it. He felt something in the pit of his heart as he stared at the butterfly, a warmth, a remembrance. He saw his grandmother's face, and a smile began to creep upon his own as he remembered what she had told him. "...Grandmother?"

The butterfly lifted itself and fluttered in the air for a few moments before landing softly upon one of his paw tips, fluttering its wings and resting there quietly. Inachis smiled, lifting the butterfly up to look at it once more, his eyes that were once full of tears now beaming. "I'm going to take care of you, little butterfly. I'm going to take care of all of you. I promise."

From that day on, Inachis has been dedicated to taking care of all the butterflies within Peka Glade, therefore earning the title "Guardian of the Butterflies".[/center]

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♫

Caterpillar in the tree
How you wonder who you'll be
Can't go far but you can always dream

Wish you may and wish you might
Don't you worry, hold on tight
I promise you there will come a day
Butterfly fly away

Butterfly fly away
Flat your wings now you can't stay
Take those dreams and make them all come true

Butterfly fly away
We've been waiting for this day

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[center]Overlay by SoraNoRyu & kontoly - Story by bust
Art by sheimi - Bytail
CI by Snake - shroomy - Kassey (x4) - Mutationification[/center]