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Zinogre
Legacy Name: Zinogre

The Storm Telenine
Owner: Sorceress

Age: 10 years, 3 months, 1 week

Born: January 15th, 2014

Adopted: 10 years, 3 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: January 15th, 2014

Statistics

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

He was a big beast, mangy looking- oversized and underweight. He was big for his age (as he looked to be only a young ‘pup’, perhaps one that had just entered adulthood), despite his disheveled appearance and severe lack of bodyweight (with so many apex predators running the joint, it wasn’t a surprise when one so young became so malnourished). He would have been a fine specimen, one that hunters would have loved to have mounted on a plaque and displayed somewhere- if wasn’t for his missing scales, broken spines and chipped fangs. Sure, most of the damage would fade over time (aside from the very deep scars and cuts and broken teeth), although that fact did not do much to help his overall condition currently. He had a snag in one ear, which almost left half of its outer part missing and a good chunk of his white fur had also been taken from the same side of his body, leaving the large Zinogre looking a little worse for wear. It was clear that he had been scrapping, possibly for food, and despite his slightly mangled self, it was quite clear that he had been the one to come better off (especially as remnants of blood still stained his bright aqua scales).

He still walked with sass and pride, though, like most from his species did. There was a sway in his tail, a bounce in his walk and a look in his eyes that demanded respect. He kept his head held high and belly from dragging on the floor, even if he did have a slight limp caused by a wound which had not quite healed on his hind left leg.

He had just finished drinking when the young boy had found him and was turning from the churned up pool of mud, which he had managed to salvage putrid water from. He stopped to shake, scratch and swat at his fur and scales occasionally, irritated by possible bugs or other critters which had set about making their temporary homes upon him. He would gnaw too from time to time, or rub against a nearby tree or rock, both of which would offer him longer spells of relief. He was easy to follow and track, thanks to his huge paw prints and the bits of scenery he sometimes destroyed and left broken (either by scratching against it or adamantly walking through it).

The night had not even begun, for the sun had only just began to set- leaving behind what appeared to be an almost full and radiant moon. Most knew that the Zinogre gained most of their power from the moon, especially when it was full and this Zinogre was no exception to that fact. His back had already began to glow and spark and his eyes glistened with life. He was ready to hunt and to claim some of the land as his own territory. The full moon had been what he had been waiting for to try and reign supreme again and he did not let previous failed attempts deter him. He was older now (not much, but enough to know better) and he was wiser- and bigger! He may of been underweight but he was ready to fight and he was ready to try and establish himself as a prime hunter, even with his ailments- or he would have been at least, if it wasn’t for the small child dawdling in to his path... and for the burden which his body carried.

You see, Zinogre may of been young and he may of been able, he may of been heading towards being one of the strongest and greatest specimens of his time, yet he was living on borrowed time. Very... Bothered.... Time. A virus (which he had contracted through feasting upon a corpse during a time of great need and harsh weather. The corpse had been in the lair of a beast which was known to spread the terrible fury virus and unfortunately, Zinogre had encountered it) coursed through his veins and poisoned both his body and mind more and more, day by day. He was already finding it harder to maintain his temper and moods, even with his determination and newfound confidence. He was doing his best to ignore it, however and was determined to fight for a piece of land to call his own- even if his time there was to be short.

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