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Phantom Shadow has a minion!

Spectre the Whisper




Phantom Shadow
Legacy Name: PhantomShadow


The Common Experiment #1031
Owner: Chrysariel

Age: 4 years, 11 months, 4 weeks

Born: March 8th, 2016

Adopted: 4 years, 11 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: March 23rd, 2016


Pet Spotlight Winner
February 2nd, 2019

Statistics


  • Level: 96
     
  • Strength: 183
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 13
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 685
     
  • Books Read: 675
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Couture Designer


Quote


"Well, what is this, that you can't see?
With ice cold hands,
taking hold of me?
When God is gone,
and the Devil takes hold,
Who'll have mercy on my soul?
Well, he is Death! And none can tell,
If he'll open the door
to Heaven or Hell..."

—"O Death" (American folk song)

The Reaper

I am an Experiment 1031. Or so I was told. That doesn't sound very exciting. But my job is. I am a Reaper, now. I was not born one and did not choose this life after death, though I have come to love it. The one who came for my soul was old and weak. I thought I was dying right up until her ominous form began to fade away in strips of weakened matter, like a ghost seen through sheets of rain. I was real in a way I never had been, as if I could feel every tremor rising from the planet's core. Every life was a thin thread that connected to my own core and I had a sudden knowledge of how every mortal calling Subeta home would eventually die. I can only reap those whose deaths are caused by weather but I can sense the death of any mortal at a glance.

I did not understand my new powers, only that I must follow those invisible lines that tugged me from Arctic Frost to the southern shores of Shadowglen amidst the power of storm clouds heavy with the charge of lightning and the fresh scent of rain.

The other Reapers were kind in the early days. They could not tell me how to do my job but they did their best to counsel me on the changes that had given me lightning eyes and charged my scythe with the power to strike down the weak and the mighty. My first Reapings were sloppily done but my friends never criticized. They promised I would get used to my new status and granted me a permanent place at their table for those rare times when no creature required our services. They also helped me to find my cozy cave on the coast of Arctic Frost, one I was able to remodel into the sort of living quarters befitting a Reaper.

I know what you're thinking. He must live in a coffin with skulls mounted on spears and a giant stone wheel for sharpening his scythe. Not at all. My prize possession is a pinball machine. Just because death is my job does not make me a Dracula reject.

I can't help thinking fondly of home as I fly through a dismal fog bank and over the rolling green pastures of Subeta's best stretches of farming land. I adore storms of all kinds but there are weather patterns that are no joy to fly through. This storm is heavy with accumulated power, yet the key moment when that power is unleashed has not quite arrived. The forces of nature are angry. They are not patient like the water that slowly erodes or the whispering winds. They want to rip and tear and utterly destroy but there are rules that must be obeyed. Until my target is sighted, not one flash of lightning will brighten the sky.

The old man walks down the center of a dirt road churned by the wheels of many carts. Even from the heights of Heaven I can hear the tuneless song he whistles. A thick white scar stretches from the corner of his left eye down the bridge of his nose to end at the right corner of his lip. This is not his first encounter with lightning. He is old, and tired, and has ceased to be afraid.

He sees me when I ghost down, raising a hand as if greeting an old friend. I like the ones that do not deny death is upon them. There are those who have challenged my presence. Some are amusing. I will let them live a few additional moments just to listen to them trying to test their wit against death. There have been only three that were able to convince me not to take them. All are dead now, but in the time they gained, they went on to do great things.

The old man's body goes rigid at the first strike, falling limp as he tumbles in the dirt. My hands are gentle as I close his eyelids. I can sense a woman on a bicycle who will soon find him. (Her time is not up for nearly fifty years when she will meet with Pestilence Shadow who Reaps those killed by contagious disease.)

With my task completed and no other mortals requiring my services, I am free to pursue my own pleasures for a while. I make for the Living Dead Cave, a sort of hangout for Reapers.

Flame Shadow, Brine Shadow and Cosmic Shadow are all off duty. They greet me eagerly as I float through the narrow tunnel and into the huge underground cave we call The Pit. There always seems to be at least half a dozen pizza boxes sitting on the lime green counter and a turquoise cabinet allows us to select from a number of our favorite games. There aren't enough of us off duty to get a good poker game going so I snatch up the checkerboard and give Brine Shadow a meaningful look. That hydrus pest has won the last three games we've played, but this is my day. I think Brine is glad to get the call for a trio trapped under a capsized boat.

This may come as no surprise, but Reapers are very sore losers.

Credits


Profile Code by: Ringo
Extra Code by: Sunrise & Celestial
Edited by: Chrysariel
Story by: Pureflower
Background by: Mysticsartdesign Pixabay
Lightning by: b r e e e z e free to edit
Name by: Chrysariel

Pet Treasure


Sweet Rock Candy Reaper

Sweet Lollipop Reaper

Sweet Gooey Candy Reaper

Spiced Rock Candy Reaper

Spiced Lollipop Reaper

Spiced Gooey Candy Reaper

Sour Rock Candy Reaper

Sour Lollipop Reaper

Sour Gooey Candy Reaper

The Thunder Stealer

Twerster

Sudden Rainstorms

Spring Storms

Raging Hurricane Scroll

Goseth

Lightning Bolt

Ball Lightning

Storm Neela Plushie

Storm Neela Beanbag

Storm Wyllop Plushie

Storm Escalade Plushie

Storm Fester Plushie

Storm Warador Plushie

Storm Popoko Plushie

Storm Aeanoid Plushie

Shock of Lightning Necklace

Shock of Lightning Earrings

Shock of Lightning Bracelet

Shock of Lightning Anklet

Bottled Lightning

Mismatched Playing Card Deck

Guide to Bluffing

Collecting Cards

76 Card Games

Card Game Rules Pamphlet

Cards Issue 1

Cards Issue 2

Cards Issue 3

Purple Game Controller

Purple Rad Game System

Silver Flipper Coin

Wooden Playing Cards Case

Poker Chip Erasers

Fathers Day Poker Chips

Hand of Seven Cards

Crazy Eights Deck

Black Dice Shaker

Purple Dice Shaker

Enigma Deck Box

Bluffing Dice

Dark Matter Dice

Rigged 7s Dice

Death Dice

Love Dice

Four-Sided Dice

Ivory Ten-sided Dice

Pink Ten-sided Dice

Green Ten-sided Dice

Black Ten-sided Dice

Blue Ten-sided Dice

Emerald Twenty-sided Die

Onyx Twenty-sided Die

Blue Topaz Twenty-sided Die

Blue Dangle Dice

Purple Dangle Dice

100k Ring Toss Game

Pet Friends


Zyrian

Tardiis

Chyna

Aegaeon

Drizzzt

Azerjian

Inkie Pie

Jaela

Khan

Kaichu

Nightracer

Sakaria

Silazia

Zilvra

Zyrix