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Tuggerfub
Legacy Name: Tuggerfub

The Common Experiment #0507
Owner: Yezu

Age: 11 years, 11 months, 1 day

Born: June 18th, 2012

Adopted: 11 years, 3 weeks, 3 days ago

Adopted: April 24th, 2013

Nominate Pet for Spotlight

Statistics

• Level: 97
   
• Strength: 100
   
• Defense: 95
   
• Speed: 100
   
• Health: 130
   
• HP: 130/130
   
• Intelligence: 417
   
• Books Read: 412
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Head of Operations

The Face-Thief

Children, come indoors to play
When begins the dusk of day
For the dark you must beware
The Tuggerfub is waiting there


Eyes and grin of green you’ll see
When he lurks to prey on thee
A mane of sunset ‘round his throat
Spots and stripes adorn his coat


Claws and fangs that snag and latch
Upon the poor soul he does snatch
When victims of the beast are found
The horror of his crimes abound


He does not scratch or bite or eat
For that would be a simple feat
The only mark of harm to trace
Is that he steals his victim’s face


The sing-song fright tale was more or less true, though it was woven to inspire disobedient children to listen to their elders. No child wanted to be dragged away by the terrible Tuggerfub and lose their face! But as the song was chanted by bards and other story telling folk, Tuggerfub watched and listened from the woods, his pointed ears swiveling to and fro to catch every tune and word.

He was amused by the tale and it made him grin, just as the song told. A green, toothy grin that glowed faintly when the shadows of the wood grew thick. Sometimes, he’d creep close to the edge of town and just grin and grin at windows and those gathered around small town fires- just to see the shock and fear and hear the gasps and screams. The townsfolk were, after all, the ones that made him out to be a horrible monster…

In fact, the little song and his occasional appearances had become so popular with the townsfolk; a little festival of sorts was formed and took place every Fall. The town would cook up a feast of their finest harvest and burn fragrant dried plants over a fire in an offering of peace to Tuggerfub. They revered him as not just a monster, but some sort of guardian of the forest, and did not wish to incite his wrath.

The festival delighted the creature and he watched from thickets and trees as they feasted, burned their little offerings and danced around the fire all night. But what enticed him the most was the festival tradition of wearing masks that covered their faces. He’d heard one of the men explain to a group of children that they would wear the masks in hopes that- should Tuggerfub be displeased with the town that year and drag away any unfortunate villager- he would mistakenly steal the mask instead of the villager’s face and let them go.

All this sounded like a great game to Tuggerfub, and so he decided to rouse up the excitement of the festival.

The third year of the festival, he waited just at the edge of the light cast by the fire and watched. The townspeople ate. They sang. They danced. They told stories. And just when the story of Tuggerfub was being told, the beast leapt out from the dark with a roar, shaking his thick mane. The townsfolk all screamed and scrambled to get away from the monster, overturning tables and throwing instruments in the chaos- but that did not deter him.

Dashing for the victim he’d chosen at the start of the night, the forest guardian pounced on a child no older than 11 years. With one great paw, he pinned the son of the town elder to the grassy ground and veered over him until they were face to face. The child trembled under his claws, he could feel the hot breath of the mighty beast upon him- and just as those great, green eyes stared down at him, jaws parting to undoubtedly take a bite of him, the boy shut his eyes tight and cried out-

And he felt the decorative, wood carved mask lift from his face.

The weight holding him down lifted and he dared to open his eyes to see Tuggerfub clutching the mask in his teeth. Shocked that he was alive, the child simply stared at the creature for what felt like minutes. And before bounding off into the wood where he’d come from, the boy swore he saw the infamous Tuggerfub wink at him… And he was gone.

In the following years, the town continued to celebrate the festival- but with one change. When stories were being told and the festivities continued, Tuggerfub would leap out and snatch the mask from one of the villagers before darting back into the forest. His image had turned into something from terrible and fearsome to whimsical and bold-

Turning from fable to legend….

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