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Ari the Wanderer

Eyas_197
Legacy Name: Eyas_197

The Bloodred Irion

Owner: Hope

Age: 11 years, 4 months, 1 week

Born: December 31st, 2012

Adopted: 11 years, 4 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: December 31st, 2012

Pet Spotlight Winner
July 8th, 2013

Statistics

• Level: 170
   
• Strength: 425
   
• Defense: 425
   
• Speed: 427
   
• Health: 426
   
• HP: 420/426
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Stock Worker

His memories begin in a boys' orphanage on the outskirts of the Sacred Lands Souk, although "memories" might be a strong term; there was nothing memorable about his time there. If anyone talked to him at all, it was to tease him about his slightly "off" looks and his questionable parentage, because even in a place filled with children of unfortunate circumstances, his obvious mixed heritage - based on his dark hair, dark eyes, and his skinnier features - was thrown against him. In fact, no one even bothered to give him a name. At least he was not alone in this, as none of the babies left to the orphanage were given names if they did not come with them; it was pointless, as there were too many indistinguishable little boys who often did not live long enough to warrant them. But amongst themselves, the boys frequently bestowed nicknames upon the others, based on any distinguishing characteristics at all. For this reason, at first he was simply called Mix; but when he found himself a small little treasure that he proudly took everywhere with him, it was only natural to start calling him after that. Thus, he became Feather, if he was anything at all.

There was no formal education in the orphanage, but one thing Feather did learn was how to keep quiet, lest he catch the attention of the crueler kids, and in keeping quiet, he learned how to feed his mind by observing. Despite himself, he was, by nature, curious, and always wanted to know more. When he was very little, he tried asking questions, but it never led to good things, so when he finally learned to stop asking and start looking, he began learning. He also began learning how to question things in his own head. This way, he was always thinking.

In his 6th year of life, he and the other boys his age were made to clean themselves and dress as neatly as possible, and then formed a line across the room. This was Feather's very first inspection by the ministers of the caliph, who came twice a year to search for boys to train up as followers and workers of the caliph. They searched for boys between the ages of 6-10, so that they had ample time to be molded into the exact sort of people that they needed. Boys were chosen based on their answers to a series of questions, along with a basic health inspection.

That very first time, Feather was chosen. The ministers were very impressed with his answers, particularly his answer to their question, "What do you fear?" Feather replied, honestly and without an ounce of bravado, "I am scared of nothing." What the ministers didn't realize was that Feather had spoken truly: he was scared of nothing. The concept of nothing, of non-existence, of zero; that was a new thing he had thought up to himself, and it frightened him more than he could say.

Not knowing any of this, the ministers took him away. The very first thing they did was take away his feather. They took away his nickname, too, and in return gave him nothing. Once again he was no one. He was then branded with the caliph's symbol, to show that he was the caliph's property. All choices were taken away from him. If he wanted to be able to eat and live, he would do so by the terms of the caliph and the ministers.

Over the years, he grew up to be large, intimidating, strong, imposing, and utterly alone. He trusted no one, and no one trusted him. His fear of nothing increased; he could feel it closing in on him.

The job he had been groomed to do - the one he was best at - was as a worker and guard of the underground Battledome, where pets from all across Subeta were forced into secret, illegal fights. It was a favorite pastime of the shady men he worked for. Normally, his job involved just standing and looking intimidating, to make anyone looking for trouble rethink that dangerous thought, and if they didn't, then it was his job to make them regret it. But on one unusual day, he was called in to help force an unruly baby Irion into the makeshift kennels of the secret arena. This creature had been found and bought at a ridiculously cheap price in the black-market part of the Souk, and he was fierce, causing misery to anyone who tried to handle him. For this reason, it seemed this Irion would make the perfect Battler, but it was going to take a strong hand to even get him in there.

That's how the young man who had once been a young boy known as Mix and then as Feather came to be in charge of a fierce and terrified baby Irion. At first, he felt little emotion as he helped force the Irion to fight, but as he watched the creature turn Bloodred - still fierce and terrified but no longer as capable of showing it - he snapped. He saw himself as that Irion. He had been snatched away as a child, forced into becoming something he did not want or like, and even was good at what he did…yet just as the Irion was led back to a cell in chains after a win, he was rewarded with only more captivity. For the first time in a long time, he longed for his old feather. He longed for a piece of himself. He longed for a piece of freedom.

He broke the Irion out of his cell.

And he gave himself a name: Eyas.

Somehow, the Irion must have sensed Eyas' intentions to free him, because after a small initial struggle, he followed him quietly out of the Battledome. The problem was, Eyas had no plan, nowhere to escape to. The idiocy of his rash decision came rushing at him all at once, and he quite literally staggered; he fell backward and on top of the Irion. Spooked, the Irion took off into the air, dragging a dangling Eyas caught up in the reins below him. Eyas managed to mostly drag himself onto the Irion's back, but the Irion wasn't used to carrying people like that, and took no care to make it easier for him. He flew too low to a branch, and that was the last Eyas knew before waking up on the sandy shore, with a group of pirates surrounding him.

so begins the story of Wanderlust.

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