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Sassafras the Etalocohc


The Common Torrey
Owner: Nadalee

Age: 7 years, 4 months, 3 weeks

Born: July 17th, 2012

Adopted: 7 years, 4 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: July 17th, 2012


  • Level: 5
  • Strength: 12
  • Defense: 13
  • Speed: 12
  • Health: 12
  • HP: 10/12
  • Intelligence: 2
  • Books Read: 2
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed

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A girl walked slowly and carefully through a densely-wooded area. It was cooler out than normal, and she shivered, but trudged on. The sun filtered through the trees, which were just growing back their spring leaves and welcoming the warmer months. It was a brilliant day, and today she felt would be fantastic.
I am so glad I got to come here!, she thought to herself. Oregon's so pretty. I can't believe I got a job with those field researchers! She snapped a quick photo of the trees. It's work for me to go running around in forests! Jeez, this is fantastic. With that, she let out a whoop and ran to the nearest tree. She climbed it easily and lay back on the trunk to soak in the day. Sighing loudly, she looked around her and back down to the ground.
"Wow, I'm high up!" she laughed. "It's been such a long day already, wandering around...I think I'll just take a nap..." and with that, she drifted off to sleep.
She woke up merely minutes later at the sound of an ear-splitting howl. She checked the area quickly and her eyes widened at the sight directly below her: a large, hairy bi-pedal creature, about the height of two grown men. It looked straight at her and made a whistling noise. She stared, and then realized what she was seeing. It was a real live Sasquatch. She had heard of them in books, even seen a documentary once, but the fact that they were really!
"Hey, buddy." She said down to it. It made a strange face, nearly a smile, and tried to reach up to grab her. She tucked her legs under her just in case; she didn't want to accidentally become this creature's next meal, friendly as it seemed. "Nobody ever sees your kind around. What're you doing out in the open?" It made a sound between a cow's lowing and a kitten's mew, again making the strange expression.
She brought up her camera quickly and snapped a shot. The Sasquatch made a distressed noise and lumbered back into the woods. "No, wait!" she cried after it, but it was already gone. She looked at her picture, but all you could really see was a dark-furred blur. " close!"
Years into the future, she would swear she had seen the young Sasquatch. No one would believe her until she came across the Bigfoot Field Researchers Organization, who exclaimed over her photos with awe. They hired her to walk around the woods all day and take pictures.
And, although she never saw the creature again, she felt herself to be a very, very lucky believer.

A large, hairy creature lumbered slowly through the forest. His arms swung limply by his sides, his flat face seemed blank, and his feet dragged against the floor as he walked. It was his normal routine, searching for something that only he knew. Suddenly, he looked up and sniffed the air. Ah! That smell! He knew that smell! His feet moved quicker, his breathing increased, and his arms began to pump. He broke into a full-on run, continuing towards the smell for a few moments until it became almost overpowering. He halted and waited, hidden behind some leafy foliage.
The focus of his attention was a human female. She had her hair done up in two buns, with a large, professional photographer's camera on a strap around her neck. She took several quick pictures of the scenery, then stopped and stared longingly off into the distance. The creature watching her, undeniably a Sasquatch, let out a low mooing sound. She turned abruptly, camera ready and eyes wide, and a smile that took up nearly all of her face, but he was very well hidden for something of his size. The smile drooped; she sighed and muttered to herself, passing the camera back and forth between her two hands. The Sasquatch continued to watch her as she took pictures of the surrounding underbrush. A few hours later, she gave one last look around and headed towards the forest's edge. He would have followed her, but to do so he would have to step into the clearing and reveal himself.. He loved it when she came, but he could never show himself to her; he was too shy, too fearful. He would merely watch her from afar while she searched for him, and, in this strange, disjointed way, they were friends.
Story by Lilt

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