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Writhing has a minion!

Rascan the Celerie




Writhing
Legacy Name: Writhing


The Nightmare Rreign
Owner: Zalla

Age: 18 years, 4 months, 3 days

Born: December 27th, 2005

Adopted: 18 years, 4 months, 3 days ago (Legacy)

Adopted: December 27th, 2005 (Legacy)

Statistics


  • Level: 32
     
  • Strength: 83
     
  • Defense: 83
     
  • Speed: 81
     
  • Health: 82
     
  • HP: 82/82
     
  • Intelligence: 56
     
  • Books Read: 6
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


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Owner - New - Chat - Treasure - Fly Abroad - Letters

Punish
Pet overly by Edgy

"Well now that you're here, I suppose you'd like a story, wouldn't you?" A voice rings out, cloaked in a heavy English accent. The candles flicker to life all around the room of their own accord, lighting up a ballroom-style foyer, complete with two enormous glass chandeliers and just-short-of-smooth cream tile.

A man strides into the room through and elaborate archway set in the back of the room. He is well-groomed and rather charming-looking, the top few buttons of his shirt left open and his black pants tucked into and blended with tall, sleek black boots. His hair hair is slicked back into a low horse tail with a few strands hanging loose. Sharp eyes take you in, the eerily blue-green irises nearly consuming the pupils completely. He frowns, pale brows dipping inwards and wrinkling otherwise smooth sun-tanned skin, tinged the faint rose color of recently washed skin.

"What are you doing standing all the way over there?" he asks, apparently frustrated by the distance. He beckons sharply to you then spins on his head and, in a flourish of flying hair and cloth, stride back through the door through which he'd originally arrived. You have no choice but to hurry after him, hastening your way through the archway with the expectation to see more of the elegant cream decor or at least something of similar taste.

However, the moment you exit the ballroom you are plunged immediately into a world overflowing with color and art, in all shapes, sizes and colors, but every one of them "masterpieces" in their own rights. Some of them have plagues, but most of them just have writing on them or the wall below them. Try as you might, you cannot tell what any one of them says, or even if the strange symbols they bear are letters at all.

"Hurry up!" he calls from somewhere far ahead of you. "It's easy to get lost in here." He doesn't sound particularly concerned with whether or not you get lost and, fearing that you will never escape from this strange place, you dismiss the art and writing in favor of running towards the voice.

A hand reaches out of a corridor to grab you, stopping you from running the wrong direction. He doesn't smile, but at least he's not frowning so much anymore. Before you can thank him though, he's off once more, long legs quickly leaving you behind so that you have to run to keep up with the tall man.

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