Information
Keenos
Legacy Name: Keenos
The
Angelic KeetoOwner:
MewWolfAge: 15 years, 6 months, 4 days
Born: October 29th, 2008
Adopted: 15 years, 6 months, 4 days ago (Legacy)
Adopted: October 29th, 2008 (Legacy)
Pet Spotlight Winner
March 15th, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 44
- Strength: 51
- Defense: 14
- Speed: 10
- Health: 12
- HP: 12/12
- Intelligence: 6
- Books Read: 6
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
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From Birth To Death
Keeno was born quite Common in a world called Subeta. His fur was a greenish teal hue with scars over his body. He was average, for any other Keeto like himself. He has not interesting markings, nor did he have anything special about him. Around his parents and siblings, his name was barely even remembered. He'd be referred to as Son, Keeto Child, or even Brat by his family. Most of his siblings who planned to grow up common, maybe go on to be simple colors, such as arid; dawn; dusk and twilight, would get jobs at the agency. They would earn a living, move out of home and start their own families. Almost all of them, save one lowly pup, was satisfied with normal.
Keeno was anything but normal in his heart. Being still quite young, he would go outside to play with his siblings. While they would do normal things like sports and tag, Keeno would just flop over and stare at the clouds. He yearned to fly. High about the clouds he imagined soring and gliding. He'd see others in the air. The angels welcoming another to their kingdom, Spectrums filling the sky with rainbows and color. At night he would see the Galactics fill the sky with stars and the Blacklights would create the gorgeous fireworks that lit the black canvas with colors. He would sigh when he saw them, as his only wish was to join their causes.
When Keeno got older, he decided it was time to tell his parents he wanted to be colored for the sky. He was scolded harshly and his siblings began to look down upon him. No Keeto in their family wanted such luxuries, and the large family could not afford such things. Keeno's heart was crushed. He began to seclude himself from the family and one stormy night, he decided to leave them all behind. He traveled to the Spectrum Kingdom, begging them to take him in. And like every other flying color out there, he was turned down due to his common color. "Everyone starts common!" He exclaimed as another door closed infront of him. He had no money, no way of making himself colored. All hope seemed to be lost.
"Come child. Come into old grannies home.." The woman was old, but seemed kind. She took Keeno in when he had no one else. "My granddaughter is coming to visit me, but you can stay here too.. now why are you out alone?" Keeno thanked the woman for a place to sleep, and went into his story. He told her his hopes and dreams, and how he believed he would need to give up on them. Telling him to hold onto his dreams, the woman went to the back room of her cottage. She pulled out a potion, dusty with age. She poured it into a bowl, bring the white liquid to the Keeto. "Well, take a drink of this. Trust me.." She smiled a wicked grin, as Keeno drank the potion. She had been nice to him so far, why would he need to worry now? As soon as the liquid was gone, his stomach began to lurch and his vision blurred. "What.. what did you do to me?" She cackled and laughed as his eyes shut and he took his final breath of life.
Keeno had died, but as his eyes opened he looked around, feeling a strange; desperation to run. The woman was there, knitting and rocking back and forth in a chair. "What.. did you do to me!?" She looked up at him, her face as gentle as the first meeting. "I poisoned you." He looked at her in shock. Was this her idea of a game? To poison pets for her sick enjoyment?! He stopped dead at her next words. "To become Angelic.. you need to die first.. remember, those wings are new.. so be careful with them.." He looked around, and noticed his fur had taken on a blue color. His aura had gone a golden hue, and on his back a set of fluffy white wings.
Overjoyed he thanked the old woman, ran out of the house and soared into the air, embracing his new Angelic life.
ii.
From Birth To Death
Keeno was born quite Common in a world called Subeta. His fur was a greenish teal hue with scars over his body. He was average, for any other Keeto like himself. He has not interesting markings, nor did he have anything special about him. Around his parents and siblings, his name was barely even remembered. He'd be referred to as Son, Keeto Child, or even Brat by his family. Most of his siblings who planned to grow up common, maybe go on to be simple colors, such as arid; dawn; dusk and twilight, would get jobs at the agency. They would earn a living, move out of home and start their own families. Almost all of them, save one lowly pup, was satisfied with normal.
Keeno was anything but normal in his heart. Being still quite young, he would go outside to play with his siblings. While they would do normal things like sports and tag, Keeno would just flop over and stare at the clouds. He yearned to fly. High about the clouds he imagined soring and gliding. He'd see others in the air. The angels welcoming another to their kingdom, Spectrums filling the sky with rainbows and color. At night he would see the Galactics fill the sky with stars and the Blacklights would create the gorgeous fireworks that lit the black canvas with colors. He would sigh when he saw them, as his only wish was to join their causes.
When Keeno got older, he decided it was time to tell his parents he wanted to be colored for the sky. He was scolded harshly and his siblings began to look down upon him. No Keeto in their family wanted such luxuries, and the large family could not afford such things. Keeno's heart was crushed. He began to seclude himself from the family and one stormy night, he decided to leave them all behind. He traveled to the Spectrum Kingdom, begging them to take him in. And like every other flying color out there, he was turned down due to his common color. "Everyone starts common!" He exclaimed as another door closed infront of him. He had no money, no way of making himself colored. All hope seemed to be lost.
"Come child. Come into old grannies home.." The woman was old, but seemed kind. She took Keeno in when he had no one else. "My granddaughter is coming to visit me, but you can stay here too.. now why are you out alone?" Keeno thanked the woman for a place to sleep, and went into his story. He told her his hopes and dreams, and how he believed he would need to give up on them. Telling him to hold onto his dreams, the woman went to the back room of her cottage. She pulled out a potion, dusty with age. She poured it into a bowl, bring the white liquid to the Keeto. "Well, take a drink of this. Trust me.." She smiled a wicked grin, as Keeno drank the potion. She had been nice to him so far, why would he need to worry now? As soon as the liquid was gone, his stomach began to lurch and his vision blurred. "What.. what did you do to me?" She cackled and laughed as his eyes shut and he took his final breath of life.
Keeno had died, but as his eyes opened he looked around, feeling a strange; desperation to run. The woman was there, knitting and rocking back and forth in a chair. "What.. did you do to me!?" She looked up at him, her face as gentle as the first meeting. "I poisoned you." He looked at her in shock. Was this her idea of a game? To poison pets for her sick enjoyment?! He stopped dead at her next words. "To become Angelic.. you need to die first.. remember, those wings are new.. so be careful with them.." He looked around, and noticed his fur had taken on a blue color. His aura had gone a golden hue, and on his back a set of fluffy white wings.
Overjoyed he thanked the old woman, ran out of the house and soared into the air, embracing his new Angelic life.