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Kal has a minion!

Rah the Brass Whelpling

Kal
Legacy Name: Kal

The

Bloodred Legeica
Owner:

Amon

Age: 14 years, 7 months, 3 weeks

Born: September 11th, 2009

Adopted: 14 years, 3 months, 2 days ago

Adopted: February 2nd, 2010

Statistics

Level: 44
Strength: 104
Defense: 100
Speed: 101
Health: 100
HP: 100/100
Intelligence: 26
Books Read: 20
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Store Clerk

Black and white dots start to blur his vision. He can hear his own heart drumming against the sensible membranes inside his ears. Not only his heart but he himself is racing, too. Still, it's been a long time since he had last felt so good. So alive.
How ever much this 'alive' was worth once they caught him. And he can feel they're drawing closer. They probably had never felt such rage before. Something like this to happen...
Even though he already knew from the start that his chance to get out of this alive was next to nothing he didn't care back then and still doesn't. The only thing that matters, the only thing left worth mattering he hold tightly clutched to his chest. A soft echo of his heartbeat sounds through the wooden boxes casing. Content he achieved his goal he has no intention of losing this game however. They want to play chase? They'll have to find him first!
Fired up again he regains some speed and runs up he stairs ahead. Somewhere along the winding staircase a door appears at the side like an emergency ext. He almost kicks it in while trying to be quick but soundless at the same time. While stumbling into the room he hastily closes the door again. His eyes scan the area immediately. The room is so dark he can hardly make out anything at all. First thing in sight is a jackpot already however. Inside huge curtains are covering even bigger windows. What might be a child's first choice of hideout in a game of hide and seek looks like a good idea to him now. He quickly pulls the drape aside turning his back to the window. The moon, so bright it probably is full, illuminates the room. Before he puts the curtain back into place he shortly gains a glimpse at the furnishing. It's plain and lacks charm. That aside it doesn't tell much about the person living here. But some pieces look a bit feminine as if a woman not sure of which style fits her chose them. Not that it matters. One of The Order is and will always be one of The Order, regardless of the gender. Will always be heartless. At that thought he has to snicker. What a joke. The person lacking a heart would actually be him. But even without he is still not as cold as they are. Emotionless.