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Onix has a minion!

Bones the Skeletal Dog

Onix
Legacy Name: Onix

The

Custom Bloodred Anyu
Owner:

Francine

Age: 19 years, 3 months, 4 days

Born: January 28th, 2005

Adopted: 11 years, 4 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: December 17th, 2012

Pet Spotlight Winner
January 16th, 2017

Statistics

Level: 75
Strength: 142
Defense: 78
Speed: 106
Health: 78
HP: 76/78
Intelligence: 18
Books Read: 18
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Weapons Tester

Spotlight Comments

Once the severity of the situation finally sunk in, after many an hour staring off into space or generally being an absolute horror to everyone until I could come to terms on my own time, the first thing I did was say goodbye to my hair. I knew that it was something that had to be done, but it had to be one of the many things that had helped me carry on despite the horrors going on around me. It's silly really, the thought that just fibers growing out of your head would hold so much emotion. I had lost so much over the past month, but it was the loss of this; my final stand, that had pushed me over the edge. Not even when I lost my eye did I harbor such a sense of loss as I did as I watched the locks fall from my head.

The pile grew, as my head began to feel lighter. It was true that it was because of my hair that I lost my eye in the first place. Carelessness around the infected will get you killed, and I was lucky in many ways that I had fell when it wrapped it's disgusting tendril around my mane. Of course, I had to fall on something sharp, something that I never was able to identify. Was it an ill placed stick? An upturned rake? I never found out, and it was only with sheer force of will that I was able to dispatch the monster before hobbling back to camp to get my wound tended to. Thank goodness I wasn't bitten, after all.

Bones, my loyal companion, was the only one there to comfort me as I used a blade to chop off my hair. Bones was the only infected that I had ever seen to be non-agressive and amazingly, he had saved my life more than once. Having him with me made things easier, as his tail rattled with what I can only consider to be the way he showed happiness. Once the deed was done, I pulled a small compact out of my pack. Vanity was one of my old traits that I never lost, despite the horrors around me, and as my reflection looked back at me-- one filled with scars and a white milky eye, the only thing I mourned was my hair.

That night, I took the hair clippings and buried them in the ground as if they were a part of my family. I did not go so far as to utter a eulogy, or to read verses from the holy book. Instead, I turned on my heel, called Bones to me, and made my way onward. Onward and upward. My heart ached, my soul ached, but my life... well, my life was here, however damaged it was.

Where does my story end? Who knows, I'm still writing it. Still kicking, still screaming, still surviving. I hope it has a happy ending, that is my one wish. A happy ending.

Happy.