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Mogget
Legacy Name: Mogget

The

Custom Nightmare Archan
Owner: Merlin

Age: 18 years, 2 months, 2 weeks

Born: August 2nd, 2008

Adopted: 12 years, 1 month, 1 week ago

Adopted: September 10th, 2014

Statistics

Level: 7
Strength: 16
Defense: 13
Speed: 13
Health: 21
HP: 21/21
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Toys Played: 0
Job: Candle Reader

By: User not found: iridescent

A white fluffy cat laps milk from a china bowl sitting on the floor of a grand dining hall. A glowing shrouded figure drifts by, a servant on the way to the kitchen. The cat looks up and grumbles, "Next time put it on the table. I shouldn't have to eat on the floor!" The servant ignores him and keeps going. Mogget shakes himself and stroll over to the outdoor patio where he begins to methodically clean his whiskers. He lifts his head to sniff as a breeze blows by. He sniffs again, keeping his nose in the air. There is something.. Something not quite right. It reminds him faintly of rust, copper, blood and dirt. He gazes out over the vista of mountain, forest and waterfall. One day they will have to look into this...

WIP! Sabriel fanpet. Link to his wishlist.

Dislikes: water.
Demanding, sarcastic, hundreds of years old, likes fresh fish and milk, smart. Has a binding that doesn't allow him to say certain things. He's very expressive, as in his fur bristles when angry and he cleans himself when deep in thought. He uses his claws to get your attention. He can draw maps and sticks his tongue out when concentrating on writing.
He does find himself drawn to helping the Abhorsens and even seems to have some kind of affection for Sabriel. However, that is in cat form. Once back in demon form he is transformed with hate and evil and would gladly kill everything in his path to gain freedom. It's kind of like his alter ego.
A creature of Free Magic. Sarenth and the ring bind him. His tongue is pink and he can taste charter marks to make sure a person is free or bad charter magic. Will drape around your neck when he wants to be carried.

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The path wound up to the front door ofthe house, a cheerful sky-blue door, bright againstwhitewashed stone. A bronze doorknocker in theshape of a lionâ€™s head holding a ring in its mouthgleamed in counterpoint to the white cat that laycoiled on the rush mat before the door.Sabriel lay on the bricks and smiled up at thecat, blinking back tears. The cat twitched andturned its head ever so slightly to look at her,revealing bright, green eyes.â€œHello, puss,â€ croaked Sabriel, coughing as shestaggered once more to her feet and walked forward,groaning and creaking with every step. Shereached down to pat the cat, and frozeâ€”for, asthe cat thrust its head up, she saw the collararound its neck and the tiny bell that hung there.The collar was only red leather, but the Charterspellon it was the strongest, most enduring, bindingthat Sabriel had ever seen or feltâ€”and the bellwas a miniature Saraneth. The cat was no cat, buta Free Magic creature of ancient power.

â€œAbhorsen,â€ mewed the cat, its little pinktongue darting. â€œAbout time you got here.â€Sabriel stared at it for a moment, gave a littlesort of moan and fell forward in a faint ofexhaustion and dismay

Sabriel lifted her head to look around and once againmet the green eyes of the cat that wasnâ€™t a cat.The creature was lying near her feet, at the endof the bed.â€œWho . . . what are you?â€ Sabriel asked nervously,...
â€œI have a variety of names,â€ replied the cat. Ithad a strange voice, half-mew, half-purr, withhissing on the vowels. â€œYou may call meMogget. As to what I am, I was once manythings, but now I am only several. Primarily, Iam a servant of Abhorsen. Unless you would bekind enough to remove my collar?â€Sabriel gave an uneasy smile, and shook herhead firmly. Whatever Mogget was, that collarwas the only thing that kept it as a servant ofAbhorsen . . . or anybody else. The Chartermarks on the collar were quite explicit aboutthat. As far as Sabriel could tell, the binding spellwas over a thousand years old. It was quite possiblethat Mogget was some Free Magic spirit asold as the Wall, or even older. She wondered121why her father hadnâ€™t mentioned it, and with apang, wished that she had awoken to find herfather here, in his house, both their troubles over.â€œI thought not,â€ said Mogget, combining acareless shrug with a limbering stretch. It . . . orhe, for Sabriel felt the cat was definitely masculine,jumped to the parquet floor and saunteredover to the fire. Sabriel watched, her trained eyenoting that Moggetâ€™s shadow was not alwaysthat of a cat.

â€œItâ€™s only one of the servants,â€ Mogget said, ina patronizing tone. â€œCharter sendings, and prettylow-grade ones at that. They always burn themilk.â€

Mogget purred under the scratching, but asSabriel leaned close, she could hear the faint pealof the tiny Saraneth bell cut through the purr, andshe was reminded that Mogget was no cat, but aFree Magic creature. For a moment, Sabriel wonderedwhat Moggetâ€™s true shape was, and his truenature.

Mogget didnâ€™t answer, but sat at her feet, andmade a movement that looked very much like hewas going to be sick. Sabriel recoiled, disgusted,then halted, as a small metallic object fell fromMoggetâ€™s mouth and bounced on the floor.â€œAlmost forgot,â€ said Mogget. â€œYouâ€™ll needthis if Iâ€™m to come with you.â€â€œWhat is it?â€ asked Sabriel, bending down topick up a ring; a small silver ring, with a rubygripped between two silver claws that grew outof the band.â€œOld,â€ replied Mogget, enigmatically. â€œYouâ€™ll162know if you need to use it. Put it on.â€Sabriel looked at it closely, holding it betweentwo fingers as she slanted it towards the light. Itfelt, and looked, quite ordinary. There were noCharter marks on the stone or band; it seemed tohave no emanations or aura. She put it on.It felt cold as it slipped down her finger, thenhot, and suddenly she was falling, falling intoinfinity, into a void that had no end and nobeginning. Everything was gone, all light, allsubstance. Then Charter marks suddenlyexploded all around her and she felt gripped bythem, halting her headlong fall into nothing,accelerating her back up, back into her body,back to the world of life and death.

Surprisingly for such an ancient spell, she feltlittle more than pins and needles as the collarcame free. Then it was open, and suddenly179heavy, like a lead rope, or a ball and chain.Sabriel almost dropped it, but it became lightagain, then insubstantial. When Sabriel openedher eyes, the collar had simply ceased to exist.Mogget sat still, on her lap, and seemedunchangedâ€”then he seemed to glow with aninternal light and expand, till he became frayedat the edges, and the light grew and grew. Withina few seconds, there was no cat-shape left, just ashining blur too bright to look at. It seemed tohesitate for a moment and Sabriel felt its attentionflicker between aggression towards her andsome inner struggle. It almost formed back intothe cat-shape again, then suddenly split into fourshafts of brilliant white. One shot forward, oneaft, and two seemed to slide into the wings.Then the whole Paperwing shone with fiercewhite brilliance, and it abruptly stopped itsheadlong dive and leveled out.