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Stanley Pines has a minion!

Minion the Gothique

Stanley Pines
Legacy Name: Stanley Pines

The Common Experiment #245

Owner: SocialBookWorm

Age: 7 years, 2 months, 1 week

Born: March 4th, 2017

Adopted: 6 years, 6 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: October 27th, 2017

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 1
   
• Books Read: 1
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

It didn't hurt. Not really, not like the burning piercing pain of when she had been branded. When she had screamed and then sobbed, bucking against the restraints, trying to get away from the metal against her back, but nothing she had done helped. Konani was not going to spend this time curled in the corner of a dirty cell, crying and hoping that her injury didn't get infected as she waited helplessly for what happened next. As she nursed her anger and resentment and helplessness and began to plan.

No, her plans had payed off, and even if her matted fur dripped clumps of blood, smearing it along the ground as she dragged herself forwards, they were free. The Air Guard had arrived, the slavers were dead or arrested, and Konani was going to see the sun.

Dirt gave way underneath her finger and claws, and the Terracoon spent precious moments scrambling for another hold to move forwards even just another inch. Nothing hurt, but there was an exhaustion radiating from every inch of her, threatening to drag her down into unconsciousness- and then death. But it was an exhaustion she had known before, not this intimently, not cradled in its loving arms like this, but a brush against her head, down her back, along her legs.

And she had fought with it then as she fought with it now, fangs bared, and eyes glassy but forever looking forwards, towards the light. If she was going to die, she was going to die free and under the sun. Out of the cursed tunnels that had been her entire life. Where she had been set to work digging for spell materials, for precious gems, for anything that could be sold on the black market, wondering if she was going to change hands and work somewhere else. If Konani would end up like her mother, dead and burned without a second thought.

Her chest heaved, and her hind legs scrambled against loose rocks behind her, heaving herself forwards another small distance. Her vision was tunneling, fuzzing around the edges and blinding her to anything else around her. She was probably thought dead already, and no one would be coming for her. She was alone as she had always been.

Still, she pressed on-words.

-fured legs landed in front of her, and Konani lunged weakly without a second thought. The only ones in these sections of the tunnels would be slavers her fuzzy mind thought, and they would not take here even if she would die. She would die free, or by taking as many of them down as possible. Something slammed into her back as her claws raked weakly against the creature in front of her, not even breaking the skin beneath the fur. She gasped for breath and snarled at the blackness encroaching in her vision.

Something was said above her, drowned out by her pounding heart, and slowly, the creature in front of her backed up slightly. Four paws entered her vision, flaming and licking at her face even at this distance. The weight on her back lifted and orange eyes lowered to hers. The Archan's mane flared and she watched, wondering muzzily if that was what the sun looked like in the sky.

"You do not wish to live." His voice crackled like the torch lights she knew. Only louder, stronger, more like a roaring flame then the banked heat. "Yet there is passion in your gaze. You fight still young one."

She didn't respond to him, slowly making the connection that he was not a slaver, and thus able to be put out of her mind. Her hand reached forward again, intent on reaching her goal regardless of the stranger in front of her. "There is a *fire* in you." The words seemed to echo in her mind, ricocheting off of stray thoughts and planted itself near her core. He pressed closer to her, nose to nose, muzzle to muzzle. "Serve me child, and learn the true meaning of *freedom*"

(He did not Chose often, and the captain, His priest and acolyte and First Chosen, made a noise in the back of his throat at the words of his god. The blessing of fire was as common as the one of water, His followers vast and numbered as those who appreciated the sun and the moon. Yet His Chosen fit on a simple vessel, those who carried out His true will, those who were His priests and priestess and acolytes and children in all but blood. It was not an offer He made lightly.)

Konani bared her teeth at the Archan, "The-" she took a deep breath, "The sun."

His laughter rumbled down his chest, "Everyday young one, you'll see it every day."

"Deal," she snarled-

And her world erupted into fire.

Pet Treasure

Hobo Laptop

Pet Friends

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