Legacy Name: Cela

The Chibi Telenine
Owner: Reaper

Age: 4 years, 8 months, 2 weeks

Born: February 6th, 2016

Adopted: 4 years, 8 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: February 6th, 2016


  • Level: 116
  • Strength: 286
  • Defense: 285
  • Speed: 285
  • Health: 285
  • HP: 285/285
  • Intelligence: 173
  • Books Read: 171
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Ardent Art Archivist

art by Mesmer

Charahub Profile

The faint strains of music hit Cela’s ears before her battered truck rounded the curve in the road. It was as out of place in the night as the dim glow coming from what was, just this morning, an abandoned field. Dark tents now packed the space, unearthly green lights strung between them illuminating the shadowy figures moving around. She was parked and out of the truck before she’d even realized she had made the decision to stop. The brush of dewy grass against her shins snapped her out of the daze, gave her enough of a shock to stop and think. All she could think was that this shouldn’t be here. And it hadn’t been when she passed by on her way into the city nine hours earlier. Time had passed, but not enough for what lay ahead. Her eyes were adjusting to the strange light, and she could make out the outlines of roughly twenty tents, the stark shape of a Ferris wheel cutting into the skyline, and the distinctive round of a carousel. Cela had seen circuses go up before; most took about a day, but not when you added in things like rides. She could feel her nostrils flair, instincts taking over and trying to expand her senses, but there was nothing, and that was wrong too. She should be able to smell the people, sweat and excitement, the foods, the grease and the gears. But there was nothing.

“Afraid to come closer pet?” The voice came out of nowhere, no other sounds to accompany it, and it caused her to jump and shift, eyes shimmering gold, claws lengthening on her fingertips, head swiveling on her neck as she sought the source. “Calm down pup, no need to be so defensive. I didn’t mean to startle you.” And there, at the edge of her vision, a small bit of darkness slightly darker than the night, leaning against one of the tent posts. As soon as she focused on him, the man stepped forward, form melting away from the night, brightening. His smile was sharp, teeth gleaming out of the darkness, eyes matching hers in glow, though not in color. His voice flowed across her ears like silk across skin, she could feel herself relaxing, even as something deep in her lizard brain was trying to warn her, to tell her something dangerous was happening. The man moved ever closer, his smile never wavering, gaze steady on hers. He stopped with less than a foot of space between them, arm extending, palm up, fingers unfurling and silently asking for Cela’s hand. She took it, unable to stop herself, and followed him between two tents, eyes widening at the sight before her. She turned her head to face him, lips parted.

“What is this place?” Her heart was pounding, whether in fear or anticipation, she wasn’t yet sure.

“Welcome to the Wild Circus.”

Pet Treasure

Bowing Wolf Figurine

Full Moon Friendly Tail

Spooky Carnival Sticker

Pet Friends