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Motka
Legacy Name: Motka
The
Hydrus GhostlyOwner:
RaspyAge: 11 years, 4 months, 2 weeks
Born: December 20th, 2012
Adopted: 10 years, 6 months, 4 weeks ago
Adopted: October 8th, 2013
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
His head ached with frustration. Running his thumb along his pendant – the one thing that would never part with him – Motka stilled in the cold storm rushing into his cavern. Only the numbness seemed to hamper the energy surging through his body every single moment of his existence.
He’d been submerged in the waters long enough to know instinctively when it was safe to forage, where predators awaited, and where he could find temporary companionship – though to his knowledge, there were none quite like him. He knew it was wrong for him to be there, yet rarely why.
His mind came and went as it pleased.
There was no worse feeling than knowing something important lay just beyond his grasp. It had begun with small realizations – How did I forget that? Then, he would begin to forget his own name. In desperation, he had tried to etch it into his skin, but he could find nothing that could puncture it.
Some days, he got a sense of déjà vu and would even forget a memory in the midst of reliving it. This had first been followed by a fit of hysteria, but he had learned to quench it after realizing he had not the peace of fatigue to end it. Instead, he had learned to distract himself.
The cold storm passed and Motka dug into the hole in the cavern wall to fish out a snack. He sunk his canines into the shell of his treasure and sucked out the insides. He hadn’t a need in the world; the waters fulfilled his ravenous appetite for adventure, and usually for food.
Motka ripped and tore into the flesh of the creature in his hands. His stomach would be satisfied, but his chest was tight with unease.
That morning, he’d had an unusual visitor. “Are you faring well, my pet?†Motka could not speak. “I am glad to hear it. Take care, yes?†The name of the man rested upon Motka’s useless tongue, but faded as quickly as it had come. He hadn’t even held onto a blur of the face.
Nothing could mend the shards of his maddened mind.
Pet Treasure
Water Mage Amulet
Legend Water