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Liebeslied has a minion!

Fluch the Cursed

Liebeslied
Legacy Name: Liebeslied

The

Sweetheart Jollin
Owner:

SoraNoRyu

Age: 9 years, 10 months, 2 weeks

Born: June 7th, 2014

Adopted: 9 years, 10 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: June 7th, 2014

Statistics

Level: 36
Strength: 91
Defense: 90
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 46
Books Read: 42
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Scuba Instructor

Hi there, looking for Scuba lessons? Or rent Surfing equipment? We have bathing suits, sun lotions and other useful things for sale, too.

Or you could hang around here and chat, I guess.

Maybe the first thing I should tell you is that I am, in fact, a girl.
Not hard to tell by the color, you say? Well, you'd be surprised. I get mistaken for a boy more often than not, and with some of the guys I've met recently, I'm not even that surprised anymore. Pink coat and heart shaped spots don't seem to mean much these days.
Short hair, rough manners and a comparatively deep voice do enough to counteract it anyways. And maybe the fact that I have a girlfriend.

She was able to tell my gender right away, though I guess that terrible tempest she brought may have helped that. Hint: White shirts tend to reveal what's underneath when wet. And though my bikini bottoms may occasionally look like men's wear, the top shining through a wet shirt does not. Mainly because men don't wear them, even in my diminutive size.

But I was talking about the day I met my girlfriend, right?
Well, it was a wet and stormy night. And that's not as bad as it sounds, because as much as water soaks my thick fur and makes it stick like molten candy, I love the water. The sound of waves, the sweet smell of the rain - it makes me feel free, and I couldn't care less about getting wet.

So it's maybe not that surprising I chose to brave the tempest and went for a stroll down the beach that day. And that is when I first saw her.

She was small, smaller than even me, and she sat huddled up right in the center of the storm, looking out at the sea and the few stars brave enough to blink through the gaps in the clouds whenever the wind allowed them to.

I worked as a lifeguard for long enough that I should have rushed to save her, to ask if she was okay, and yet I felt in my heart that I needn't.
She didn't just sit in the center of the storm.
She WAS the center of the storm.
And I knew that even before I saw how her waving tail was what tossed the clouds around all the way up on the sky, or how all the lightning sparked right from where she sat lost in thought. And I just stood by, soaked to the bones, watching. I don't know how long I stood and stared before she noticed me. When she did we locked eyes for what felt like eternity, each reading the other's mind and finding nothing but the immensity of the elements around us.

A tiny flick of her tufted ears was all it took to tell me it was safe to come closer.
We never talked that night, but as I sat down beside her and wrapped my soggy tail around her, I felt a kind of understanding that went way beyond words. It was dawn by the time the storm ebbed away. I think the sudden lack of heavy rain on my back was what woke me. There was something magical about how the rising sun painted the clouds above and the waves below, sending her first warm rays to dry the sand and our fur. And yet it was nothing against the chime of Regentag's giggles as she buried her nose in my drying coat and smelled it's sugary sweetness.