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Rhaenir has a minion!

Emma the Goldie

Rhaenir
Legacy Name: Rhaenir

The

Marsh Neela
Owner: EnteiWolf

Age: 12 years, 5 months, 2 weeks

Born: October 19th, 2013

Adopted: 12 years, 5 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: October 19th, 2013

Statistics

Level: 54
Strength: 22
Defense: 10
Speed: 11
Health: 7
HP: 10/7
Intelligence: 93
Books Read: 88
Food Eaten: 25
Job: Stock Worker

Wandering through the forest, the creature kept his head low, not wanting to draw attention. He wasn`t the most beautiful creature, he knew that for certain. No one had ever called him exceptionally beautiful. Most only slunk back, though out of fear or disgust he wasn`t certain. So he kept his head down, moving through the woods as quietly as possible to avoid being seen by anyone else.

A sound beside him made him freeze in place, head raising, black eyes searching the dark shade of the trees around him for the source of the sound. Then he saw it. A human child. A young girl, grinning, pointing at him and dancing. He stared at her, silent, scared.

"Pretty deer!" Deer? Rhaenir wasn`t a deer. He was a forest spirit. And he certainly wasn`t pretty. How could this petty little human even think to call him that? He was a plain, boring, pathetic creature.

While bewildered by her compliment, he didn`t notice the little girl suddenly dart toward him and throw her arms around one of his legs. The touch caught him by surprise, making him jump a bit. He looked down at the child, his black eyes staring at her. Why was she hugging him? It made no sense. Rhaenir raised his head to look around. This girl had to have parents, right? There were no other humans in sight, however. And he couldn`t smell any others around, either.

'Child, what is your name?' he asked, projecting the words into her mind, making her look around curiously until she looked up at the creature she was hugging.

"I`m Emma. What`s your name Mr. Pretty Deer?" she asked, tilting her head and grinning up at him, reaching out to touch the tip of his nose, making him pull his head back away from her shyly.

'Where are your parents?' He chose to ignore the question she asked, as well as the ridiculous and untrue nickname.

His question obviously hit the girl hard. Her smile faded immediately and she looked down at the ground, hugging his leg a bit tighter. "They`re dead. A bear ate them." She stuck out her lower lip, and her eyes started to water.

Surprised, Rhaenir watched her for a moment as she burst into tears. Then, slowly, he lowered his head and nudged her gently with his nose. 'Don`t cry, child. I`ll take care of you.' Much to his surprise, Emma let out a giggle and a happy shout and threw her arms around his muzzle. After the initial shock, he was able to speak to her again. 'You can call me Rhaenir. Now, let`s go home.'