Information
BRAVER
Legacy Name: BRAVER
The
Darkmatter KumosOwner: tim
Age: 17 years, 4 months, 2 weeks
Born: December 9th, 2008
Adopted: 14 years, 2 months, 4 weeks ago
Adopted: January 27th, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 10
- Strength: 22
- Defense: 18
- Speed: 19
- Health: 16
- HP: 16/16
- Intelligence: 1
- Books Read: 1
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
I cock my head to the right, 38 degrees to be exact, and look at the perpetraitor. He slammed his gun against the counter and shout something... correction chinese.“TÄ«ngzhe, rúguÇ’ nÇ bù bÇŽ qián shÅurù náng zhÅng zhège nÇšhái,†...Auto correcting to settings - English."Listen here, if you fail to put the money in the bag this girl," He spat, a bead of sweat slides down his left temple. He shook the gun violently in the female's face, which was contorted in fear and agony.I am n- n- not brave,I AM HUMAN.SYSTEM ERROR. Force shut down in progress.
They snicker, carrying the burden of harvested souls in the fire they hold. Scarred face hidden beneath their cloaks. As to be feared by their looks, many don't survive to tell the description to their souls freedom. Only to be locked away in to a fire that burns brightly in the mist. Others become dumb looking murky eyed, lips pressed together and sealed with string. Some would say their own souls danced away from its body leaving a hollow being. To my kind, we encountered many. Hollowed eyes that spark to life like fire when a soul is near. I fear I lost the last one if I didn't run fast enough. Naive one would say. No one can remember don't breathe, speak or listen to the lies. Boney fingers wrap your face in their hands and smirk, changing their face to a lost loved one. Making you cry out letting you soul escape like silk in to the carrier. Our apprentices were swindled, taken by a hand and lead away in to the mist. Followed by a sharp scream that would blow out the fire.
It lets out a low, cat-like growl, the trees in the back shook as a black streak raced through them. It emerged from the wood and gave a fanged grin. White orbs eyed its newly found prey, taking a crouch and edged forward. A mutated Cheshire cat. Which it growled and hissed as it swings its tail towards the sky. The feline mouth pulls back and drips a black liquid which splattered on the ground. The grass soaks it up and becomes a deathly scorched amber color. The thing would prowl the sides of the forest waiting for the first move of its prey. Prey would instinct it's small, it can run to a crevasse and wait it out. A paw would come crashing down along with a wail. Death would sting the air killing anything in a miles radius. The white orbs would close and the long, silky black body would turn transparent to the background. Waiting for the next move. Prey that would wander aimlessly in to the path of a mutant.
The Creatures
They snicker, carrying the burden of harvested souls in the fire they hold. Scarred face hidden beneath their cloaks. As to be feared by their looks, many don't survive to tell the description to their souls freedom. Only to be locked away in to a fire that burns brightly in the mist. Others become dumb looking murky eyed, lips pressed together and sealed with string. Some would say their own souls danced away from its body leaving a hollow being. To my kind, we encountered many. Hollowed eyes that spark to life like fire when a soul is near. I fear I lost the last one if I didn't run fast enough. Naive one would say. No one can remember don't breathe, speak or listen to the lies. Boney fingers wrap your face in their hands and smirk, changing their face to a lost loved one. Making you cry out letting you soul escape like silk in to the carrier. Our apprentices were swindled, taken by a hand and lead away in to the mist. Followed by a sharp scream that would blow out the fire.
It lets out a low, cat-like growl, the trees in the back shook as a black streak raced through them. It emerged from the wood and gave a fanged grin. White orbs eyed its newly found prey, taking a crouch and edged forward. A mutated Cheshire cat. Which it growled and hissed as it swings its tail towards the sky. The feline mouth pulls back and drips a black liquid which splattered on the ground. The grass soaks it up and becomes a deathly scorched amber color. The thing would prowl the sides of the forest waiting for the first move of its prey. Prey would instinct it's small, it can run to a crevasse and wait it out. A paw would come crashing down along with a wail. Death would sting the air killing anything in a miles radius. The white orbs would close and the long, silky black body would turn transparent to the background. Waiting for the next move. Prey that would wander aimlessly in to the path of a mutant.
Pet Treasure
Holographic Datapad
Female Human Avatar Manual
Male Human Avatar Manual
Ultimate Pet Zapper Liability Waiver
SAI Morse Code Legend
Bashful Blonde Paper Human Mask
Brunette Bombshell Paper Human Mask
Miniature Working Robot