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Trinadtsat has a minion!

Kroovy the Slivyne

Trinadtsat

The

Nightmare Sheeta
Owner:

Age: 1 year, 6 months, 3 weeks

Born: October 29th, 2011

Adopted: 1 year, 6 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: October 29th, 2011

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 12
HP: 12/12
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 18
Job: Unemployed

Let me now chronicle my experiences with the creature called Trinadtsat, who is at this very instant basking in front of the fireplace like some hellish pet hound.

She --I use the feminine pronoun as she claims to be female-- is an entity of darkness. In appearance she is not unlike a goat, albeit with curling, twisted horns and clawlike hooves. Her coat is charcoal grey with black markings on her forelegs and down her back. It is thick and surprisingly soft, velvety even. Her long ears are ragged and torn-looking, although she assures me that this is simply how they are meant to be rather than the result of any injuries. In fact, the very notion of something wounding her amused her, and her laughter is a horror all it's own.

Many things amuse her. I've heard that terrible, grating, hissing laugh more than once.

Her eyes are pitch-black with tiny white pinpricks for pupils, and those teeth of hers certainly haven't been found on any mundane ungulate that ever lived. Smoky wisps trail off her body, and if she should wish to, she can simply dissipate into immaterial darkness. She speaks with a harsh, guttural accent that I can only assume is the norm for her kind. Doubtless her native tongue is not the one we are conversing in.

Trinadtsat is elusive when asked what manner of beast she is. You will get answers, but they are often roundabout. She has, however, stated she is not a demon. When I asked her if she was, she replied in the negative. "Similar, yes. Much like them in ways, but not of the same kind. But perhaps I lie." and she laughed again. Neither is she a ghost. Indeed, she scoffed at the very idea. "I am not, and never have been any part of a human." she said. "Humans cannot become something like me. Nor am I animal spirit. Similar looking, not similar being."

My peculiar "friend" is often accompanied by a black snake. The creature is docile enough and, curiously, pulses a sullen red. Trinadtsat has named it "Kroovy". It seems an awfully silly name to me, but the animal appears to be her pet, and so I suppose she can call it whatever she wishes. Out of curiosity I asked her why she'd named it so. She grinned and replied, "Because she is red, red. The red, red Kroovy." Yet another one of her jokes that I am not in on.

She either feeds on or causes nightmares, possibly both. All I know is that some nights I have been plagued by terrible dreams, the likes of which I will not record here as I would rather not try to recall them. I will awake from sleep in a cold sweat, shaking and heart all aflutter, only to find Trinadtsat perched on top of me, looking smugly satisfied. This is not a nightly occurence, but still happens more often than I would prefer.

Sometimes she disappears for weeks at a time, but I know she will always return. By her own admission, she enjoys it here. When she comes back, she will present me with a gift. It will usually be some sort of precious jewel or other bauble, almost always dark in color. These are meant as "payment" for allowing her to remain with me. Of course I accept them graciously. One, it would be rude of me to refuse. Two, she has hinted there would be consequences of some sort for rejecting her gifts. "I treat my friends well, and we are friends, yes? If you were to refuse these tokens of my esteem, I should think we would not be friends then. I am also thinking you would not like what not being friends with me means. It is not pleasant, no. Not pleasant at all."