Ohlar
Legacy Name: Ohlar

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Don’t go…

Please, don’t leave me here…

She knew that her thoughts would not be heard, for she could not speak them. And she couldn’t go to them, for she could not move.

To most beings, Ohlar appeared to be a dragarth statue. But she was actually a living, breathing creature. Ohlar was extremely strong and could move great distances in the blink of an eye. Despite these qualities, Ohlar was born with quite an unpleasant inconvenience: whenever someone looked at her she became unable to move. Ohlar was unable to control this reaction; she had tried countless times to no avail. But that wasn’t the only curious thing about Ohlar. If someone happened to touch her, there was a possibility that being could be sent to another location. One could touch her and find themselves shivering in the Arctic Frost. Another being might find himself standing in Jaxon’s pumpkin patch. Sometimes, someone who touched Ohlar could be sent to a completely different world all together, worlds Ohlar did not recognize. Whenever this phenomenon occurred, Ohlar’s eyes would glow and she would see where the person had been sent.

Ohlar felt the loneliness that had lurking behind her for centuries burst out in full force yet again as she watched the chibi magnus walk away. He seemed so cute and friendly, and Ohlar wanted a friend more than anything else in the world. She felt tears in her eyes. No one was looking at her, so she was able to raise her paws and wipe her tears. Why? She thought. Why does it have to be like this? Won’t I ever find a friend? Time and time again, Ohlar had seen people hanging out or pets playing and wanted to join them. Yet every time she got close, someone would turn around, and they would see Ohlar, frozen in place. Many times Ohlar had seen their confused faces, wondering how on Subeta did a statue get there when there wasn’t one in that spot previously. Sometimes Ohlar had seen curious Subetans show empathy in their faces when they got a closer look at her because she had started to cry when they had looked at her. Yet no one ever stayed for long. Those who touched her and were not teleported would look at her for a minute, maybe two, then leave.

Each night, Ohlar would retreat to a deep dark place where no one would be able to look upon her. Upon arriving, she would dump on the ground the items she had collected. These items varied from day to day. Sometimes she found a book or two, sometimes it was other things. Once Ohlar had found a rock, an old tube of glue, some cardboard, and a few markers. The dragarth carefully drew a smiling face on the rock and glued the pieces of cardboard to it, making an angel rock. She had been watching some young Subetans making angels from various items and had wanted to do it as well. But as Ohlar looked upon the smiling face of the rock angel, she felt sad yet again. The rock, pretty as it was, was yet another reminder of Ohlar’s sad existence. As Ohlar slept that night she held the rock close to her side. It was the closest thing to a friend she had ever had.

Sometime late, Ohlar was lying in the soft grass of the graves of ShadowGlen, forlorn about her life. Suddenly, she heard a commotion. Ohlar followed the noise and saw a graveyard mortiking attacking what seen to be a cadogre. What was strange about this cadogre was that it seemed to be covered in ice. The mortiking was growling and gnashing his teeth. He repeatedly swung at the cadogre but the cadogre would avoid the attacks. Ohlar watched the battle with growing concern. Then while the cadogre was dodging yet another swipe at it, the mortiking swung its tail and knocked the cadogre unconscious.

Ohlar gasped as she saw the mortiking prepare to charge. Her concern for the cadogre’s welfare was so great that Ohlar decided to spring into action. Quick as a wink, she raced over to the mortiking and began attacking him from behind. The sudden attacks made the mortiking look around in a desperate attempt to pinpoint his attacker, but Ohlar that being seen would stop her assault quite literately in its tracks. So she fully utilized her speed to avoid been seen while continuing her attacks. Eventually the mortiking couldn’t take it anymore and ran away in fright.

Ohlar went to the cadogre to see it was alright. The creature didn’t seem to be hurt much, though there were apparent scars from the scuffle. Then the creature began to stir, which sent chills through Ohlar’s spine. She did not want to be seen and instantly frozen in place, and she also feared what might happen if the cadogre tried to touch her.

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Story inspired by the Weeping Angels from Doctor Who