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Inferus
Legacy Name: Inferus
The
Galactic RreignOwner:
zavsAge: 10 years, 2 months, 2 days
Born: March 1st, 2014
Adopted: 10 years, 2 months, 2 days ago
Adopted: March 1st, 2014
Statistics
- Level: 5
- Strength: 11
- Defense: 9
- Speed: 9
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
A pair of vestigial wings on her back, delicate little things. Her eyes were too round and wide; gold tipped her claws as if she'd been born in a puddle of gold. Her mother had returned from a long trip to the sacred lands, weathering sandstorms and dry deserts, and at first sight of this girl, the girl she had claimed and named after her mother's mother- the aumaj of the pack- she had spat out, fangs extended in distaste,
"Rip them off."
"No." The room was silent save for this one voice. To speak up against the pack's crown outside of orderly counsels was unheard of. Water dripped off stalactites as the thudding of paws echoed in the vast cavern. Ustrina turned back, muscles tensing with rage only to be greeted with the sight of her firstborn son. He had changed much since she last saw him, this bastard boy of hers. Exsequor stepped in between Ustrina and the little babe, making unintelligible noises by the foot of the nursing priest. He pulled the scarf off his neck and placed it over the newborn. His mother snarled; it was an act of claiming, to say that the newborn was now under his protection, that her death would not come without his.
"Pawing your privileges, I see," Ustrina straightened, and all trace of anger in her features were sucked back into that black void of her heart. She flicked her tail- a habit of hers when she encountered some amusing new play thing. Oft-times it wasn't non-living.
"She's my sister now," Exsequor's voice was young and boyish and it quaked as his limbs did. He wasn't to blame; his mother towered over him, looking down her snout at the...imp. Her tail continued thwacking around, one side to the other. The crystal spores along her spine hummed. Exsequor was acutely aware of them- rather, his own failure to present them.
Their people were not known for speech. Each word plucked from their chords meant a thousand different things. And so when Ustrina snorted, a cloud of icy cold breath stinging the air, Exsequor couldn't help but feel that this was something he would forever regret. She left the cave, paws sparking as she went. Exsequor turned back to the priest, features harsh after witnessing their conflict. Then he gazed at the child again, a critter beginning to look stranger as time wore on. Strange, but not in a bad way. Exsequor wrapped the cub in his scarf, picked it up in his teeth and set about exiting the cave. Whatever he'd done today, the babe was his to commit to. And commit he shall.