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Kabocha has a minion!

Zen the Gymp

Kabocha
Legacy Name: Kabocha

The

Custom Chibi Keeto
Owner:

Cosy

Age: 8 years, 6 months, 2 days

Born: October 31st, 2015

Adopted: 8 years, 6 months, 2 days ago

Adopted: October 31st, 2015

Statistics

Level: 65
Strength: 177
Defense: 171
Speed: 163
Health: 162
HP: 161/162
Intelligence: 470
Books Read: 479
Food Eaten: 8
Job: Unemployed

- Work in progress -

Energetic | Sensitive | Cuddler

The stroke of the midnight bell could be heard from the distance while a chilly breeze stirred up the leaves on the cold wooden porch. A small cottage stood in the middle of the woods, unknown by many except the woodland creatures. And on that stroke of All Saints' Eve, the inhabitant of the cottage could be seen hustling and bustling around, humming a quiet song to herself.

She looked not a day older than twenty, with rather petite features that one might mistaken her for an elf. But what stood out from the rest of her features were her pale blue hair that seem to glow in moonlight. On the day of her birth, her parents - so beloved by the townsfolk, were horrified to see light blue hair growing from her wee head, that they had abandoned her near the edge of the woods.

She couldn't have survived, being mere hours old, if it weren't for the kind-hearted troll that took pity on her wails. He snuck her into the forest, built a small cottage for her shelter and raised her as best as he could. So often he was almost caught stealing from the townsfolk but luck must have been rooting for him, for he always manage to escape unseen.

She grew up learning to read from the books he brought back. However, the woods have also taught her a thing or two. She learnt to grow herbs that can cure almost any ailments, to listen to the whispers of the animals and trees and much more. Except for the troll, she has not known the company of another human being and she was perfectly contented to remain that way.

-❀-

The soft snap of twigs being trodden upon caught her attention. She stilled for a moment before rushing towards to door and flinging it open. There on her doorstep, was a small shivering bundle of brown fur. A pitiful whine was heard from the center of the bundle. Grabbing a towel off the closest rack, she carefully placed it around the bundle of fur before carrying it inside. The bundle was then settled in front of the small fireplace, and as she turned to shut the door, a quiet sneeze indicated the bundle had shifted close to her feet.

"Now then, what do we have here?" Her voice was filled with laughter as two large blue eyes peered out from under the towel. Eyes that reminded her of the clear summer afternoons while lazing by the lake.

Another sneeze as a reply.

She stared out into the dark distance, the night was still dark and silent, but somehow things seemed less lonely. "Kabocha," she decided and smiled at those blue eyes. "My little Halloween friend, that shall be your name."

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