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Aximili-Kala
Legacy Name: Aximili-Kala

The

Dusk Neela
Owner: Bealocwealm

Age: 12 years, 3 months, 2 weeks

Born: December 1st, 2013

Adopted: 12 years, 3 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: December 1st, 2013

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

The sun was just wavering over the hills in the damp meadow, the light low, rosy rays just piercing the blue of fleeting night. From the trees emerged a figure that did not belong -- at first glance like a deer, with a delicate and beautiful fleet-foot body. But where the neck should be emerged a torso similar to a human's, with two thin arms and many-fingered, strange hands, a fixed neck and a head atop which rested -- horns, but not horns at all, for they turned at will, with eyes at their ends. The ears were pointed and tufted, two large glittering almond-shaped eyes in the center of its head. They were spread with many pupils in scatter-shot out from the center like stardust. The creature was still patterned with the bolder spots and stripes of youth, a camouflage designed for an alien world, strange on Earth; the slight mane of infancy was fading, but still ran all the way from the top of his head to the tip of his tail. The tail was long, draped with soft fur, but from it emerged a curved, threatening and glittering blade like a scythe. The defense of the warrior and the mind, and the thoughts, of a lost child just coming into adolescence on this strange and foreign Earth. Softly he came from the woods to a little stream, closed his eyes for a moment, and began his morning ritual.

The creature had no mouth; a pattern of slits served as his nose, but an Andalite could not vocalize. His voice pierced the mind, not the ears.

From the grass that feeds us.
A pointed, dark hoof twisted the green grass beneath it.
From the water that gives us life.
The same hoof reached delicately forward like a dancer into the stream.
For the freedom that unites us, we look to the stars.
His arms spread wide with those strange symmetrical fingers, and all four eyes raised to the fading stars and the fleeting Venus. There was a moment of strange silence before arms and eyes were lowered, and he looked straight ahead.
Freedom is my only cause, service to my prince, my only duty. The destruction of my enemies, my most solemn vow. I, Aximili Esgarrouth-Isthill, offer my life.
The tail and that deadly blade curved round slowly now to touch his throat -- and there he stood, in contemplation, a full minute, before the powerful tail relaxed and curved back to its balancing position.

The Andalite, the alien, ran then across the empty meadow, a hawk circling overhead. He was an Aristh, he had a Prince to serve -- but he did not feel like a true warrior, as much as he wanted to be be one. He was little Aximili, Aximili-Kala, still young, still learning.