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Tertulio has a minion!

Fear the Hauntling

Tertulio
Legacy Name: Tertulio

The

Bloodred Telenine
Owner: Dorqphish

Age: 9 years, 2 months, 1 day

Born: January 16th, 2017

Adopted: 9 years, 2 months, 1 day ago

Adopted: January 16th, 2017

This pet has been nominated for the Pet Spotlight!

Statistics

Level: 2
Strength: 12
Defense: 17
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 3
Job: Unemployed

Defensive•Loner•Damaged
I am finally free.

I've been trapped for so long; I've forgotten what grass felt like under my paws. I've forgotten the warmth from the sun. The nice cool breeze through my fur. All I know now is pain and misery. I'm all alone. Except for the constant fear that follows me. I used to have a pack, but they are long gone now.

I was just a pup when my pack was captured. I was playing with the other pups when I heard my mother cry out. I ran back to her as fast as I could. Tall shadowy figures with rifles were shooting at everyone. They weren't using bullets though. They looked like tubes with needles sticking out of the end. I ran to my mom. She was down. I nuzzled her, but she didn't move. I looked around. It was chaos. Then there was a pinch, then darkness.

I woke up in a small cage without my mother. The room was dimly lit. I could hear cries from the others. I couldn't tell if my whole pack was here. Maybe some got away from our captors. I saw other pups in small cages like me. The adults were chained to the ground. A few shadowy figures entered the cramped room. All the elders were taken away. They would never be seen again. We could hear their cries of pain and agony. Gunshots. Loud banging noises. Then nothing. I guess they weren't needed. The shadowy figures came back in, smelling like blood. The adults were next. They were dragged away by the ropes and chains around their necks. That was the last time I ever saw my mother.

The pups were kept in tiny separate cages. We got a wattle bottle, changed maybe three times a week. We were fed once a week. The food was gruel. It wasn't very good, but everyone ate. It was mostly silent. There was a whimper every now and then. If there was too much noise, someone would come in and scream, shout, and threaten us. Smaller, more feminine shadows came is often to brush our coats. Taller shadows would tie our muzzles shut, so we wouldn't bite. The small shadow people would ignore any cries we made, but a few looked sad. Time felt like it was crawling by.

We were teens now. We weren't kept in cages anymore. We got to stay in one big room together. We were tied up now though, but we could finally see and touch each other. We all cuddled together to sleep. It was a little comforting having someone close. The shadows that brushed our coats fed us now. I guess that was to keep us busy while they were brushing us. We got actual food now. Different kinds of meats. We had no idea why.

We were adults now. They separated us into groups, to control us better. We still wore chains and ropes. We learned what they were brushing our coats for. Three shadowy male figures would enter a room. Two had guns, while the third would check out coats and our spines. The unlucky one would be dragged out of the room. Followed by a lot of noises. Yelling, crying, banging, buzzing. Sometimes they came back without their spines. Just bare bone sticking out. Their fur coated in blood. Or they didn't come back at all. We always huddled around the survivor.

It was my turn to be taken away. I fought as hard as I could, but it was useless. They still managed to drag me out. My legs were chained together so I couldn't fight or move. My head was tied down. I closed my eyes, waiting for death. But it didn't come. I heard the sound of scissors. Then felt the most pain ever imagined. I cried out, then passed out. When I woke up, I was surrounded by a few other survivors. I guess my fur wasn't good enough.

The day came where my coat was good enough. I was dragged out. Tied down. This time though my muzzle wasn't tied tight. There was a commotion outside the room. The two shadows ran out to see what it was. Now was my only chance. I wiggled, fought, and chewed myself free. One of the figures came back in. I pounced. I tore into its neck area. Blood sprayed. It tried to scream. The sound that it did make was a gurgle. I ran out of the room. The hall was empty. I ran by a room as three shadows were leaving it, dragging a poor pup with them. I knocked all the shadows down, attacking one with a gun. The pup attacked the other. The unarmed one ran off, shouting. I chewed the rope off the newly freed pup. He ran back in the room to free more. I ran down the hallway, looking for a way out.

I ran until I couldn't move anymore. I was exhausted and passed out. I woke up to raindrops. They were refreshing. I was in a wooded area I've never seen before. I had no idea where I was or how to get home. Home might not have been worth finding. There was no one there for me. I found a tiny cave by a pond. I slowly entered, my head darting in every direction. There was no one in it. I decided to call it home. I hopped in the pond to clean all the blood off. It was nice and warm. It hurt my protruding bones for a bit, but I got used to it. Pain wasn't anything new. I slept for what felt like days in my new home. Sometimes I would hear other animals around or in the pond. I stayed inside until they were gone. I don't know who to trust or how. Hunting took some time to get used to. Small, slow animals were easier. They filled me up fine. I wasn't use to eating whenever I wanted. Slowly, I've gotten more comfortable in my new home. I still have that fear following me though. And it most likely always will.

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