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Khenta has a minion!

Deadbone the Bonedancer




Khenta
Legacy Name: Khenta


The Graveyard Kumos
Owner: ShelbyFutago

Age: 16 years, 7 months, 2 weeks

Born: September 22nd, 2007

Adopted: 12 years, 3 months, 1 day ago

Adopted: February 7th, 2012

Statistics


  • Level: 11
     
  • Strength: 13
     
  • Defense: 12
     
  • Speed: 11
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 0/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Stock Worker


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❝Tнe ρℓaque on iтs вase rea∂s, 'кнenтa.'❞
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→ Sometime during an especially savage winter in 1875 a strange man brought a taxidermied specimen to a local museum. He left no instructions, no labels or any information on its species or where the strange dog-like thing had been found. The only trace left was a handwritten note scrawled in fading brown ink on a decrepit tag, "His name is Khenta."
The man who had left it there, as the museum discovered, could not be contacted. The museum went to great lengths to find their mysterious benefactor, but to no avail. Judging by their investigations, the man simply did not exist.
An examination of the taxidermy yielded no results. It was obviously an animal, and canine in appearance, but the samples taken from it resulted in only very vague or unclear information. Species, origin and the makeup of its very DNA was both strange and completely alien to the meager science they were able to apply.

They kept it. It had a strangely alluring presence. It was ugly, but it was saturated as thickly with charisma as it was dust. Finally they simply decided to refer to it as a greyhound that had died from either natural causes or some bizarre and wretched illness. They cleaned it up, fixing it with new glass eyes, and put it on display in the museum. There it stayed for a number of years, and the strange activity that seemed to follow it was chalked up to practical reasons and the fact that the museum was old.

→ In the summer of 1942, three years after the museum had burned down and many of the exhibits had been moved to a storage unit, the staff at the facility began report strange occurrences throughout the building. Small things like muddy paw prints or frayed wires, the clicking sound of claws up and down the hallways in the dead of night, but the utter lack of any evidence of an animal finding its way in was purely coincidental and the odd activities were soon dismissed. Things quieted down for the next eight years until news spread that the once successful storage facility was, very suddenly, going out of business.

→ A large auction was held the following week. Once again, the strange taxidermy was shipped away to be purchase by another individual. In fact, all the items from the old museum were auctioned, and they were sold very quickly. The odd taxidermy went to a rich eccentric who made a hobby of collecting bizarre specimens such as Khenta.

It wasn't long before he spotted Khenta in the hallway, stalking slowly toward his room with jerking movements, mouth hanging slack and growling.

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