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Creek has a minion!
Kovu the Darkling
Kovu the Darkling
Creek
Legacy Name: Creek
The
Arid MontreOwner:
BalletAge: 18 years, 3 months, 1 week
Born: January 26th, 2006
Adopted: 18 years, 3 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)
Adopted: January 26th, 2006 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 240
- Strength: 602
- Defense: 593
- Speed: 592
- Health: 603
- HP: 556/603
- Intelligence: 768
- Books Read: 633
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Tribune Columnist
Introduction:
A shadow flew through the forest at lightspeed, intent on keeping its distance from its pursuer. Unable to control herself, the female montre panted heavily from the strenous exercise. Stealthy silence was key to her getaway – and survival – but keeping up this pace was taking its toll on her, especially with the added weight she carried between her forepaws.
At closer inspection one could see a tiny white bundle held in the montre’s embrace; her pup, pale and shining in the dead of night. It was quite a task for the mother to travel such a distance so quickly while covering up her son’s shining white pelt, an oddity in her family. No montre before him had been coloured so strangely – black wings but only pure, startling white elsewhere – and no montre would be coloured the same for generations to come. It worried the new mother. Black wings were not considered a bad omen, but to contrast so sharply against his pelt could be nothing but a warning. Surely her hunters were proof of that, were they not?
All too soon the montre unwittingly exited the forest and exposed herself and her son. There was nothing but grassland left. Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run. There was no turning back now so she kept her course, making a beeline to the horizon. If they could only make it that far before sunrise… But as dawn approached, the female’s hope dwindled. The wind had picked up and shifted, and she could smell how close those she was fleeing from were.
Holding back tears, she dropped her burden and shrieked a battle cry, finally deciding to fight after so long a flight. Perhaps if she could only distract their attention long enough, perhaps wound a few into retreat. Perhaps then her son would be saved…
To be continued…
Favourites:
Season: Winter
Food:
Colours: Grey
Activities: Flying, travelling, searching for and finding answers
A shadow flew through the forest at lightspeed, intent on keeping its distance from its pursuer. Unable to control herself, the female montre panted heavily from the strenous exercise. Stealthy silence was key to her getaway – and survival – but keeping up this pace was taking its toll on her, especially with the added weight she carried between her forepaws.
At closer inspection one could see a tiny white bundle held in the montre’s embrace; her pup, pale and shining in the dead of night. It was quite a task for the mother to travel such a distance so quickly while covering up her son’s shining white pelt, an oddity in her family. No montre before him had been coloured so strangely – black wings but only pure, startling white elsewhere – and no montre would be coloured the same for generations to come. It worried the new mother. Black wings were not considered a bad omen, but to contrast so sharply against his pelt could be nothing but a warning. Surely her hunters were proof of that, were they not?
All too soon the montre unwittingly exited the forest and exposed herself and her son. There was nothing but grassland left. Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run. There was no turning back now so she kept her course, making a beeline to the horizon. If they could only make it that far before sunrise… But as dawn approached, the female’s hope dwindled. The wind had picked up and shifted, and she could smell how close those she was fleeing from were.
Holding back tears, she dropped her burden and shrieked a battle cry, finally deciding to fight after so long a flight. Perhaps if she could only distract their attention long enough, perhaps wound a few into retreat. Perhaps then her son would be saved…
To be continued…
Favourites:
Season: Winter
Food:
Colours: Grey
Activities: Flying, travelling, searching for and finding answers
Pet Treasure
Arid Montre Elixir
Reborn Montre Keychain
Arid Montre Plushie
Arid Montre Elixir
Arid Potion Plushie
Black Inkwell