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Chirin

The Bloodred Sheeta
Owner: Aspenz

Age: 13 years, 1 month

Born: February 18th, 2013

Adopted: 9 years, 7 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: August 6th, 2016

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Statistics

• Level: 46
   
• Strength: 113
   
• Defense: 112
   
• Speed: 83
   
• Health: 112
   
• HP: 112/112
   
• Intelligence: 227
   
• Books Read: 225
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Ardent Art Archivist

I used to believe the world was soft. Like my mother’s wool, like the grass I used to leap through, like the bell she tied around my neck so she’d always know where I was. The bell that tinkled like laughter. Like safety.But safety is a lie. The night the Wolf came, I learned what the world really is.I remember the sound of his breath, deep and full of hunger. I remember the way my mother stepped in front of me, fearless, like a wall. Then I remember the silence. No bell. Just blood and the cold wind. That silence screamed louder than anything.I wandered after that. Not because I knew what I was doing. But because I had nothing left. I climbed the mountain — his mountain — with hooves that were meant to run in meadows, not cut through snow and stone.When I found him, he turned, slow, like I was nothing more than a curiosity. He didn’t see me as a threat. Not yet.“I want to be strong,” I told him. “Like you.”I don’t know what I expected — maybe a growl, maybe to be torn apart and join my mother. But he just stared. For a long time.“You want to kill me?” he asked.“Yes,” I said. But even as I said it, I felt the words crack inside me.He didn’t laugh. He didn’t scoff. He said nothing for a long time. Then, slowly, he turned and walked deeper into the snow. I followed.Now, each day, I learn. I sharpen my hooves. I run through the trees like shadows. I hunt. He teaches me how to be strong. How to survive. How to kill.But each night, I still hear the bell.Sometimes I wonder: am I still the lamb my mother knew? Or am I something else now? Something with teeth?When I look at the Wolf now, I don’t see the monster who killed my mother. I see… a mirror. And it terrifies me.Because I know that someday, I will face him. One of us will fall. And I don’t know if, by then, I’ll still be fighting for her… or if I’ll just be fighting because that’s all I have left.

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