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Fifteen Stitches has a minion!

Soft Parody the Zooky




Fifteen Stitches
Legacy Name: FifteenStitches


The Graveyard Wyllop
Owner: Venom

Age: 19 years, 9 months, 3 weeks

Born: November 29th, 2006

Adopted: 19 years, 9 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: November 29th, 2006 (Legacy)

Statistics


  • Level: 14
     
  • Strength: 19
     
  • Defense: 14
     
  • Speed: 15
     
  • Health: 21
     
  • HP: 21/21
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Toys Played: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


She couldn't remember how or why or when she had became... whatever it is that she is. It was a miracle if she could remember anything these days. She found herself spacing out on more than one occasion daily & couldn't quite remember what she had meant to do mere moments before then.
The frustration was never ending, her memory constantly lapsed then would spring right back as if it were being kept in a jack-in-the-box.Loneliness crept over her and the tears would flow silently. How did she get here? Where was her family, where were her friends? Did she have any of either?
There were a few small furry things that kept her company now & then but they really just wanted to nibble on her clothes. She was sure there was a nest close, probably woven completely out of her dress & bits of her hair.
A sickly cat had wandered into her neck of the woods recently. The poor thing must have been dumped off by someone who no longer wanted it. He appeared to be beaten... scraps of fur were missing from his little body, he had small sections of stitching just like she did...

Pet Treasure


Stinky Dust

Stinky Dust

Stinky Dust

Dark Death Potion

Dark Life Potion

Gravedigger Shovel

Dead Beats: From the Grave

Zooky Collar

Unlucky Zooky Paw

Shallow Grave

True Love

Deaths Kiss

Sacred Ground

Spider Silk

River Mud

Dark Shaman Effigy

Zombie Heart Plushie

Straight Pins

Fart Gas in a Jar

Fart Gas in a Jar

Fart Gas in a Jar

Stinky Dust

Pet Friends


Mr Graves
For time will catch us in both hands to blow away like grains of sand .Ashes to ashes rust to dust ,this is what becomes of us....