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Boke has a minion!

Abel the Death Trot

Boke
Legacy Name: Boke

The

Angelic Darkonite
Owner:

War

Age: 12 years, 8 months, 1 week

Born: August 23rd, 2011

Adopted: 10 years, 9 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: July 12th, 2013

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Beach Comber

Introduction

Subeta is a strange place.

My name is Boke. I started life as your everyday Tigrean, common in color and nothing fancy (except my rambunctious attitude maybe, heh). I was adopted as a kitten by a lovely girl, we'll call her Jane. She was young and eager at the time, quite like myself; we made a good pair. However, she was a pretty sheltered kid, her parents never letting her stray beyond the boundaries of Riverside. The city was too 'dangerous', the beach too 'dirty', the glade too 'sacred' and the Veta too 'spacious'... I remember overhearing Jane argue with them on a regular basis, the poor girl. But I suppose they had a point, she was only fifteen and in no shape to wander around alone, even with me at her side. After all, I was still just a kitten.

But Jane was stubborn and creative, I'll give her that; she knew her parents held her safety as their primary priority, and the only way to sway them was to have a body guard. She convinced me to be that guard, a task I was more than eager to do. We agreed that I would start training to become stronger and in turn be able to escort her not just through neighboring areas, but over all of Subeta. Honestly, I agreed not just to help Jane, but because of my own curiosity as well... I'd heard so many stories about Shinwa and the many Goddesses of Subeta and wanted to see them, to meet them.

We didn't expect her parents to outright deny my training, however. The center was in the heart of Riverside, we could practically see it from our front yard, but they were adamant; Jane was to focus on her studies in school before wandering the world. Again, I could see their point, but Jane was so furious. She was... a rebellious child, like most teenagers seem to be nowadays. Although she had just smiled and nodded at the rejection, I could see the way her eyes sparked; she was up to something.

The next day started as normal, I was escorting Jane to school like I did everyday. However, when it came time to part ways, I was surprised when she instead picked me off the ground, a huge smile on her face. "You're coming with me today! There's someone that can help us!" she had said before tucking me away into her bag, leaving a small hole open for me to peek through. It was... different, but if there really was someone that could aid us, I was more than happy to be a stowaway.

I think I had fallen asleep, or at least zoned out, when I was unceremoniously dumped out of the bag. I was about to comment about how rude that was when my gaze fell upon a strange boy; his skin was a pale, almost grey hue, with long black hair and two spiraling horns that sprouted from his head. Jane explained that he was a Ji-Meneb transfer student from Darkside and that he lived next to something called a Zapper, which could make me stronger. The whole ordeal sounded fishy, but I couldn't back down after seeing the desperate look on Jane's face.

I was handed off to the boy, we'll call him Zed, and bid a fond farewell from Jane. I didn't want to leave her, but she told me I'd be brought back to the school daily to be checked up on, so there was that. I fell back asleep in Zed's backpack, and by the time I was dumped (yet again), we were in a strange, dark room. I cringed as multiple rows of lights came on, fixated at the spot where I sat. I looked up and gulped, staring down an ominous looking purple and red contraption, Zed falling in line beside it. I had opened my mouth to ask where we were when another being emerged from behind the machine, a Clawsion by the looks of it but... humanoid? I was clueless at the time, I hadn't seen other pets stand on their hind legs like that. He engaged Zed in conversation briefly before taking coins from him, then turning to give me a toothy smile. "Lets see what happens!" he had cheered before pressing a button on the machine, causing it to buzz and whirr rapidly. I remember not liking it, wishing I had rejected Jane's idea, but her eager expression had been imprinted into my mind. With a defeated sigh, I closed my eyes and accepted the beam as it erupted from the laser.

It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. I was knocked out regardless, but when I came to, I had the nastiest headache. It felt as if my skull had split open, and soon I would learn that it had indeed done just that; I had become a Darkonite. Getting to my feet had been a chore, I wasn't used to having hooves, or balancing with two tails instead of just one, and that headache... the look on Zed's face was of pure terror. Apparently that wasn't supposed to happen. He began to argue with the Clawsion, desperately asking him to change me back to normal, but that was impossible. Unless I was zapped back into a Tigrean or given an elixir, I was stuck a Darkonite... forever.

It was a difficult conversation to have, and one I remained silent for. Zed had tried so hard to convince Jane that he could reverse the change if given time, but Jane was beyond reasoning; all she could see was her friend's supposed betrayal, and a pet that was not her own. She told Zed to never speak to her again, and to take 'his pet' with him before running off in tears. At the time I was heartbroken, but still young and scared. I put my faith in Zed to change my back to normal so I could happily reunite with Jane, but as I was to find out upon returning to Darkside, Zed wanted nothing to do with me either, instead blaming me for his fallout with Jane.

And just like that, I was alone.

I spent the better part of my childhood stealing food and salvaging shelter wherever I could. It was always too muggy and uncomfortable in Darkside, but I was getting used to it; my hide was much more adaptable to the climate than it would have been in a coat of Tigrean fur. The headaches slowly became bearable and my hooves more manageable... I was evolving into the perfect Darkonite. My kind, along with Swampies, were pretty common among Darkside; many I learned were throwaway experiments or vigilante pets hunting for their owners. I tried to avoid them whenever I could, they could be a bit... cruel.

People were pretty scarce too. I didn't encounter many, but the few I did were often shady and a bit... strange. There was one guy called Asmodeus that wasn't too bad though and I'd often spend time chatting with his Rreign, learning more about the world and what was in it. Asmodeus told me I was different from other Darkonite in the area... I was too friendly, sociable. He said I ought to try and visit the Sacred Lands, that I should ask the Wizard for advice and a possible potion to change me back to normal. But he reside across the ocean, how was I to get there?

Thats when I met... him.

He was a 'very loose acquaintance' of Asmodeus (also a 'thorn in his side', apparently) that came around from time to time to try and suggest new combinations for his lab, all of which were generally stupid ideas. Asmodeus claimed there was no-one more trustworthy to escort me, although in hindsight I can practically smell the sarcasm dripping from his tongue. The guy was lanky with untied boots, a mess of brownish black hair, dull white eyes and a toothy black bandanna strapped across his face... and called himself War. Apparently he was an avid traveler who searched for 'lost knowledge' and knew Subeta like the back of his hand. All Asmodeus had to do was wag a book in front of his face to bribe him into taking me to the Sacred Lands; he practically threw me over his shoulder and ran off.

And so started our adventure.

Credits: Profile by: Ringo

Chapter 1 - Sacred Lands

"Sa... Saheri... mas?" The word was weird and slippery on my tongue, and from War's expression, probably mispronounced. Again.

"Saherimos, not mas." the man waved a hand dismissively, turning his gaze back over the side of the ferry. "Close enough, though. We're just about there, see?" he pointed off into the distance. I hoisted my upper body onto the rail and looked out.

At first all I saw was the same fog that had been surrounding us for the last couple hours and was about to comment so, but another glance revealed a silhouette that began to darken against the horizon. It started small then grew and expanded until it engulfed the small ferry entirely as it pulled into the harbor. As we stepped onto the dock, a gust of wind sent a shiver down my spine, causing War to snort. He pulled his bandanna tighter around his mouth as he scanned the area.

"Welcome to the Sacred Lands!" He chimed dryly, gesturing around. He must have seen the doubtful look on my face, as he folded his arms. "Deserts can be sacred too, y'know."

"If you say so." I chuckled, falling in line beside him. "So the Wizard lives here of all places?"

"Mm-hm." War replied, taking the lead as they followed a path into a dense fog. "The Oracle too, and Shinwa."

"What?" I blanched at this, looking up at War incredulously.

"Yep." War perked his brows at me. "I told you this land was sacred. Now stay close; I don't want to waste any time looking for you if you get lost in the morning fog." He looked back ahead and I nodded, sticking close to his heel. I'd ignore his attitude for now - after all, I was only here to see the Wizard.

It didn't take us long to reach civilization, the buildings being fairly obvious against the desert horizon. The fog had begun to lift and I was met with towering statues of Shinwa, the ominous-looking arena and... a lot of empty space. War wasn't kidding, this place really was a desert. I still wasn't sure why it was such a mystical place but before I could ask, War was dragging me up the steps of a colorful building and straight inside, where a Kumos immediately jumped to its feet and greeted us warmly. I instinctively raised my heckles at the Kumos; old habits die hard.

"Hey, Luna." War reached forth, patting the Kumos on her head. "Wheres the old man?" He flinched as Luna growled a little, causing War to wave his hands dismissively. "Alright, alright, it was a joke. My bad." His arms folded and Luna seemed momentarily pleased. She turned and looked towards a separate room, barking a few times.

tbc

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Credits: Profile by: Ringo