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Shadowmere_854
Legacy Name: Shadowmere_854
The
Bloodred TorreyOwner: Nebular
Age: 13 years, 2 months, 4 weeks
Born: December 19th, 2012
Adopted: 13 years, 2 months, 4 weeks ago
Adopted: December 19th, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Finally finally finally morphed Shadowmere!
More information to come, here is a brief story in the meantime.
His broken and tattered wings beat silently in the air as Shadowmere turns his nose to the air currents. He inhales deeply, picking up the dozens of subtle scents wafting from the dreams of children below. The flavors of the scent drift through him, and automatically he sifts between them until striking a rich chord. He focuses in on the smell, gliding through the air towards it. As he gets closer he can pick apart the different tones. It’s from a girl, young—no more than 10 years old. And at the moment, her innocent mind is being plagued with a nightmare.
Perfect, Shadowmere grins to himself. He approaches the house and as he comes in contact with it, his form shifts. He flows against the wall, becoming one with it, melding to it. He has become a shadow. He slithers across the tiled rooftop, down the outside walls, until he reaches a glass window. He flows through it easily, and drops to the floor before reforming himself as his animalistic shape again.
The girl is as he thought, youthful and sweet. They always did make for the best nightmares. Shadowmere opens his mouth and lets the gas inside his body flow out, an inky black cloud that hangs over the girl’s head. It mutates on his command, depicting the scene inside the girl’s mind. She’s being chased by a bunch of monsters, how unique. Shadowmere rolls his neon-colored eyes before drifting into the black mist and entering the girl’s dream.
She’s out of breath as she sprints down various streets, time seeming to crawl as the assortment of monsters behind her get closer. Shadowmere appears at her side.
“Come with me, I’ll save you!” he shouts. The girl turns to him with wide eyes before taking his outstretched paw. He yanks her onto his back, wings fully blown in the way they only can exist in a dream. They fly together for a little while until the little girl no longer sees the monsters. He lands with a soft thump on top of a building.
The girl is still shaking and crying. “There, there,” Shadowmere says, opening his arms. “It’ll all be ok.” There is a moment of hesitation-- Shadowmere holds his breath. This is so crucial, the acceptance.-- then the girl falls into his warm embrace. She clutches the soft fur on his back, tears running down his stomach.
“It’ll all be ok,” he says again, but this time his voice has dropped, and the grin on Shadowmere’s face exposes his sharp teeth. The claws come out, and a moment later, the girl screams.
For a little while there is nothing in Shadowmere’s mind but the sweet sound of the girl’s pain, the lovely crunch of her bones being ripped from her body, and the succulent taste of a frightened dreamer’s flesh sliding down his throat. When he is done, Shadowmere lazily wipes his muzzle with the back of his paw and tosses the pieces of the tattered body off the building.
Breathing out his black mist once again, Shadowmere jumps through it and re-enters the world. The girl has stopped breathing; the last look on her face is one of horror and pain. Using the blood still dripping from his paws he reaches down and paints his mark upon her chest, a simple smiley face of red.