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Fricht has a minion!
Sionna the Haru
Sionna the Haru
Fricht
Legacy Name: Peur_116
The
Nightmare TigreanOwner:
LinKaiAge: 9 years, 2 months, 3 weeks
Born: February 9th, 2015
Adopted: 9 years, 2 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: February 9th, 2015
Statistics
- Level: 25
- Strength: 34
- Defense: 16
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 53
- Books Read: 51
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Community Event Director
I’m not entirely sure of what my life was like before I woke up; what kind of person I was, whether I was ever even a part of this world, if I had a name. I can’t even really tell you how long it’s been like this. Time has seemed to stop.
It’s funny to dwell on that concept of time. I have no recollection of what life was before this, and yet, I have this vague feeling of abrupt stillness when I try to think back to it. As if before, motion existed around me in an unexplainable way.
No one notices when I’m around during the day, no one can see me or feel me near them. It’s lonely. I am utterly alone in a world filled with others.
Except when they sleep. The first time it happened, I was confused. I had just woken up, myself, and attempted to wake one of the girls, instead disappearing into another world upon touching her. The world was lovely, filled with sights and sounds that I barely knew. It was beautiful. And I could feel. I could feel everything. I saw her walking alongside of a handsome young man and tried to call out. At first it was as though she didn’t notice, but as she turned towards me, her expression widened into shock and horror. I was immediately thrown out of that world and back into that one of lonely stillness.
Her screams echoed the halls over and over. She was awake and could no longer see me standing by her bedside, frantically attempting to comfort her. As the others rushed in, I tried to explain myself to them, but they took no notice to me. But I was there. I was right there.
I admit my ignorance played out for a dreadfully long period of time. I tried to keep track of the days by counting the suns, but it was simply useless. I lost count many, many suns ago. The girls have come and gone without ever knowing I lived in the same estate as them. I continued to visit them in their sleep, but my conscious became guilty as night after night, they'd awaken in the same cold sweats after taking notice of my existence. Meetings were held frequently to discuss these occurrences, but the Madame only had one word for it - Peur.
It’s funny to dwell on that concept of time. I have no recollection of what life was before this, and yet, I have this vague feeling of abrupt stillness when I try to think back to it. As if before, motion existed around me in an unexplainable way.
No one notices when I’m around during the day, no one can see me or feel me near them. It’s lonely. I am utterly alone in a world filled with others.
Except when they sleep. The first time it happened, I was confused. I had just woken up, myself, and attempted to wake one of the girls, instead disappearing into another world upon touching her. The world was lovely, filled with sights and sounds that I barely knew. It was beautiful. And I could feel. I could feel everything. I saw her walking alongside of a handsome young man and tried to call out. At first it was as though she didn’t notice, but as she turned towards me, her expression widened into shock and horror. I was immediately thrown out of that world and back into that one of lonely stillness.
Her screams echoed the halls over and over. She was awake and could no longer see me standing by her bedside, frantically attempting to comfort her. As the others rushed in, I tried to explain myself to them, but they took no notice to me. But I was there. I was right there.
I admit my ignorance played out for a dreadfully long period of time. I tried to keep track of the days by counting the suns, but it was simply useless. I lost count many, many suns ago. The girls have come and gone without ever knowing I lived in the same estate as them. I continued to visit them in their sleep, but my conscious became guilty as night after night, they'd awaken in the same cold sweats after taking notice of my existence. Meetings were held frequently to discuss these occurrences, but the Madame only had one word for it - Peur.
Pet Treasure
Book of Life
Ominous Tombstone