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Traverse has a minion!
Minion the Misses Treeant
Minion the Misses Treeant
Traverse
Legacy Name: Traverse
The
Glade NeelaOwner:
GoldenrodAge: 10 years, 4 months, 1 week
Born: December 23rd, 2013
Adopted: 7 years, 4 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: December 12th, 2016
Statistics
- Level: 5
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 13
- Speed: 10
- Health: 24
- HP: 10/24
- Intelligence: 3
- Books Read: 3
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Towel Folder
To be Glade, hopefully.
He traverses across the forest, stopping only when he couldn't go on anymore. He didn't stop when he saw delicate little flowers, delicious green grasses, delectable fruits and berries, and kept on moving in his delirious state from hunger. He didn't stop when he saw swift rivers, sweet mountain springs, swelling ponds, and kept on moving with his vision swirling and unfocused from thirst. He didn't stop when he saw compressed beds of moss, comfortable shades of trees, comparably safe caves, and kept on moving with his limbs complaining with the strain of tiredness. Stopping to eat only when it felt like his stomach was so empty it had long turned to dust, peristalsis grinding empty intestines together in an attempt to move non-existent food through. Stopping to drink only when the thirst was so extreme his gums had long gone dry, the body no longer able to spare enough moisture to even produce saliva. Stopping to sleep only when his body shut down on its own, no longer able to keep itself upright in its exhaustion. For he couldn't stop, and kept on walking until he couldn't remember why he couldn't stop; he then did stop, for he couldn't remember why he couldn't stop.
He traverses across the forest, stopping only when he wanted to. He stopped when he saw delicate little flowers, delicious green grasses, delectable fruits and berries, and only kept on moving when his delirious state from hunger stopped. He stopped when he saw swift rivers, sweet mountain springs, swelling ponds, and only kept on moving with his vision stopped swirling and wasn't unfocused from thirst. He stopped when he saw compressed beds of moss, comfortable shades of trees, comparably safe caves, and only kept on moving with his limbs stopped complaining with the strain of tiredness. Stopping to eat long before it felt like his stomach was so empty it had long turned to dust, peristalsis never missing the chance to grind full intestines together in an attempt to move food through. Stopping to drink long before the thirst was so extreme his gums had long gone dry, the body able to spare enough moisture to produce plenty saliva. Stopping to sleep before his body shut down on its own, never getting to the point it was no longer able to keep itself upright in its exhaustion. For he could stop, and kept on walking until he stopped, as he couldn't remember why he couldn't stop.
He traverses across the forest, stopping only when he couldn't go on anymore. He didn't stop when he saw delicate little flowers, delicious green grasses, delectable fruits and berries, and kept on moving in his delirious state from hunger. He didn't stop when he saw swift rivers, sweet mountain springs, swelling ponds, and kept on moving with his vision swirling and unfocused from thirst. He didn't stop when he saw compressed beds of moss, comfortable shades of trees, comparably safe caves, and kept on moving with his limbs complaining with the strain of tiredness. Stopping to eat only when it felt like his stomach was so empty it had long turned to dust, peristalsis grinding empty intestines together in an attempt to move non-existent food through. Stopping to drink only when the thirst was so extreme his gums had long gone dry, the body no longer able to spare enough moisture to even produce saliva. Stopping to sleep only when his body shut down on its own, no longer able to keep itself upright in its exhaustion. For he couldn't stop, and kept on walking until he couldn't remember why he couldn't stop; he then did stop, for he couldn't remember why he couldn't stop.
He traverses across the forest, stopping only when he wanted to. He stopped when he saw delicate little flowers, delicious green grasses, delectable fruits and berries, and only kept on moving when his delirious state from hunger stopped. He stopped when he saw swift rivers, sweet mountain springs, swelling ponds, and only kept on moving with his vision stopped swirling and wasn't unfocused from thirst. He stopped when he saw compressed beds of moss, comfortable shades of trees, comparably safe caves, and only kept on moving with his limbs stopped complaining with the strain of tiredness. Stopping to eat long before it felt like his stomach was so empty it had long turned to dust, peristalsis never missing the chance to grind full intestines together in an attempt to move food through. Stopping to drink long before the thirst was so extreme his gums had long gone dry, the body able to spare enough moisture to produce plenty saliva. Stopping to sleep before his body shut down on its own, never getting to the point it was no longer able to keep itself upright in its exhaustion. For he could stop, and kept on walking until he stopped, as he couldn't remember why he couldn't stop.
Originally coded by: dreamsky
Edited by: Goldenrod Background by: 7Themes.com
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