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Pyrak
Legacy Name: Pyrak


The Nightmare Sheeta
Owner: Esbeon

Age: 19 years, 11 months, 4 weeks

Born: March 19th, 2006

Adopted: 19 years, 11 months, 4 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: March 19th, 2006 (Legacy)

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


Dry Gin

Name: Pyrak
Pronunciation: [Py-rak]
Age: 23.
Family: Vladimir.
Pyrak: Tall and skinny. Drunk. Mean. Long white hair. Ice blue eyes. Loves gin.

Story:
"Just give me another!" Pyrak said, raising her voice with each word. She slammed the now empty glass onto the counter, breaking it between her fingers.
The bartender looked at her, surprise painted on his face.
Who was he to judge her?
Pyrak jumped off the stool and walked out the bar, leaving shattered glass and ice cubes on the counter, blood dripping from the palm of her hand to the tip of her fingers.

"Why do you keep doing this?" Vladimir looked at her in disgrace - a look he'd given her one too many times.
"Give it a break, brother," she answered, rolling her eyes and leaned back in her regal chair. She rested her head on her healthy palm.
"A - break?" Vladimir almosted choked. His silver eyes were glowing with disgust. "Do you even know how this looks? How this makes me look?"
"Everything is always about you isn't it?" Pyrak stood from her chair.
As she stood before her brother, she couldn't help but feel like she was looking in mirror. The thought disgusted her. He disgusted her. And she didn't want to be anything like him.
"You're a drunk!" Vladimir hissed, his voice barely audible. "You're just ler her!"
Pyrak jumped forward, pushing him backward.
"Don't you dare!" she raged. "Don't you dare badmouth her!"
Vladimir smirked, and she knew she'd given him just what he wanted. She took a step backwards and calmed herself.
"She was not a drunk," she said, her voice not showing any emotion.
He chuckled slightly and answered: "No matter how much you deny it, our mother was a drunk."
"I warn you," Pyrak whispered.
"The reason she was never there to take care of us, was because she couldn't get out of bed. You know it to be true, Py. She would sip on her bottle of wine day in and day out. She didn't care about you."
More coming soon.


Doll copyright: Lunaii Dollmaker

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