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Arayamitz has a minion!

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Arayamitz
Legacy Name: Arayamitz

The

Custom Darkmatter Kumos
Owner:

Alleigh

Age: 17 years, 10 months, 1 week

Born: June 11th, 2006

Adopted: 17 years, 10 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: June 11th, 2006 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 680
Strength: 1,368
Defense: 1,345
Speed: 989
Health: 1,268
HP: 1,268/1,268
Intelligence: 1,625
Books Read: 1502
Food Eaten: 1605
Job: Director of SAI

And so it begins....

It takes a certain character, a certain structure of the mind, a certain temperament... and a certain level of imagination to transform a horrible event into ones life into something... Well, not so horrible. In fact, let me give you an example. Some make the decision to falsify some sort of reason to stay. Some find a way out, others create it.

"Kira!" A whimper from a scared senseless whelp. The trees darted past as quickly as my brain would register them. I figured the reason for my inability to think and run through the woods as fast as my learning limbs would allow was because of my age. I'm about 28 weeks and the pack was scheduled a hunt for this night. The night has been engulfed in a light, it burns furiously and smells of death and the feeling of disembodiment riddled the once beloved land. The last thing I heard was my father and mother howling for me to part them as they looked for the others.

My skeleton to flight to the slight chill of the night. It took moments for the smell to lift my nostrils, but the stench I knew would not leave my fresh coat for a long while. I eloped into a full-out gallop. I ran without really paying attention... just running. Time passed like it had been fast forwarded, the moon looked stale in the sky. By this time, I was too far gone. One more step, my ankle gave away and my carcass flung itself onto the ground without conversing with my mind. Everything went black.... And I slept....

Woken by a prod, awoke covered in blood. Cowering in fear. A beautiful she-wolf caked in my blood stood before me. She was a magnificent piece of artwork. Love fondled my heart like it was its new toy. Her stance was powerful, yet this was not her land. This was nobody's land, and I was nobody but hers. I followed her every command, doing whatever it took to obtain the affection and reaction I craved from her. She was my mentor, my lover and my sadistic adoptive captor. She caressed my flesh till it bled with her sensual barbs. It was my heaven, she was my everything.

I have murdered without remorse to fuel our dance. Desire tainted every single move I made. Even the desire to leave. I hid that in a secret place... deep, deep inside my soul. Little did I know, it fueled something else....