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Gharin has a minion!

Lulu the Sweetheart

Gharin
Legacy Name: Gharin

The Nightmare Bumbus

Age: 12 years, 9 months, 1 week

Born: June 7th, 2013

Adopted: 12 years, 9 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: June 7th, 2013

Statistics

• Level: 63
   
• Strength: 157
   
• Defense: 155
   
• Speed: 155
   
• Health: 155
   
• HP: 143/155
   
• Intelligence: 143
   
• Books Read: 140
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Head of Competitions

Two figures lay still in the middle of the Centropolis park. A dark mist seemed to surround them both, curling and twisting around them. It was the only animate thing in the night, but nearly invisible in the ever present shadow of the clouds above, with no moonlight to reveal it to the world. It hardly mattered, it was how he liked it.

They say he's the stuff of nightmares, all the terrors of sleep condensed into one being. The darkness between dreams. The damp, musty aroma of the monster's jaws right before you wake up. People avoid him, there's no wonder why. Even in the day, they flinched away from the stray wisps of smoke that seeped from his fur.

There was no end to it.

But yet, he didn't bother to correct their fears, didn't shift a wing to take himself away from their pointing fingers. What was the point? They weren't going to listen. They might pretend, but it would all skim right over their hair. In one ear and out the other, as some would say.

He had gotten used to it, over the countless hours and days of being treated this way. The fearful glances and nervous whispering passed were mostly ignored, unlike when he had first turned. Gone were the nervous fidgeting and swollen venom sacs of his early days, and now?

Daily trips into town, collecting his day's food from the charities scattered about, waiting the sunlight away in the few hidden spots he liked to call home, and then, peace. Night was the only time he truly had to himself now, but also the only time he felt safe bringing her out.

His small sweetheart friend was snuggled into his mane, and freeing an arm from underneath himself, he pulled her closer. For now, she was what made this bearable, what he had to look forward to at the end of each day. He couldn't let himself rot away in some hole, hidden from humanity, because that meant she would, too.

He'd keep her safe, and god help anyone who got in his way.

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