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Michka has a minion!

Gust the Lumoth




Michka
Legacy Name: Michka


The Steamwork Pherret
Owner: Raspy

Age: 10 years, 11 months, 2 weeks

Born: May 19th, 2013

Adopted: 10 years, 10 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: June 9th, 2013

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 6
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 2
     
  • Books Read: 2
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


Two brothers, damned to an eternity apart.

Frayed nerves dragged with each attempted movement. Sparks burst with the scraping of metal. Stalled flutters in his circuits were the only signals of life.

His body was aged – hopeless.

Michka had crawled through miles of stone without finding anything of interest. Whether he was walking in circles or trapped in a labyrinth without escape, he didn’t know. It was no longer of importance; the wreckage forming a body would be unable to reach any significant distance without collapsing. The bracelet around his wrist gave him a good idea that there never had been a means of escape. The moth caught in his circuits was the only cause for doubt.

His dusty playground gave him little choice in activity. Processing cracks in the ground and reminiscing about better days filled the time between system shutdowns. His restlessness forced him awake, but he tired of his mind being consumed with a world that seemed like mere fiction. It was a futile record of his life; there was not so much as a pen in his stone prison to pour his endless thoughts into. In a way, though, he was relieved – he would be so tempted to use it, and he didn’t want to give that damn mage the joy of knowing what made him tick.

Michka didn’t know whether or not to be grateful that his body would soon collapse. The thing was a bother to try to work with and the grinding, scratching sounds were nearing traumatic levels. He knew no way, however, to destroy himself entirely; thus, his future would be reduced to an eternity of a single view and truckloads of vicious, smoldering blame: half to that (usually) worthless mage and half to himself for inflicting the consequences of a petty, overlived grudge upon his own flesh and blood.

“Wherever you go, I will follow. Whomever you trust, I shall win over. Whatever you gain, I will tear from your hands. I will force you to your knees and revel in your tears until the day you admit defeat.”

Michka cursed his own arrogance.

Pet Treasure


Precious Stone Bracelet

Pet Friends