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Knife
Legacy Name: Knife
The
Common Experiment #333Owner:
NatakuAge: 18 years, 9 months, 2 weeks
Born: July 13th, 2005
Adopted: 12 years, 2 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: February 11th, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 59
- Strength: 154
- Defense: 148
- Speed: 134
- Health: 180
- HP: 143/180
- Intelligence: 27
- Books Read: 27
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Store Manager
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Fritz wasn't sure exactly what he'd wandered across at first. A lump of matted fur, the smell of old, dried blood, and a thick rusted chain connecting it to the nearest rock. He was not unfamiliar with the concept of death, an it seemed clear to him that whatever this was, was dead. Death was common in nature, so he wasn't surprised to run across that here in the woods he'd chosen to wander that day. What made it unusual was that there was a chain. A decidedly unnatural tool out here. Fritz, ever curious unicorn that he was, moved closer to investigate. Perhaps the creature had been caught in a bear trap? It seemed the most likely guess considering the massive size of the chain.
Though what had a bear trap been doing in these woods? There hadn't been bears in this part of the country in more than a hundred years. Then again, with the amount of rust on the chain, he had to wonder if that hadn't been when it was set out. Which made him all the more curious, wouldn't the spring mechanism for a bear trap that rusted have not worked after so long?
The train of thought was quickly set aside when the scrap of bloody mats moved. Slowly, hesitantly, until the tangled fur twisted to reveal a pair of green eyes, narrowed from crust and swelling, staring up at him, unblinking. Fritz stared back, considering the unusual nature of this, wild animals did not normally maintain eye contact, but then, this creature, a fox it appeared to be now that he could see it's face, was obviously not well. Fritz reached out slowly then for the chain. The fox didn't flinch, merely continued to stare at the unicorn. Fritz had expected it to jerk away then, to run away to the length of the chain. But it didn't, merely watched, unmoving. Fritz lifted the chain, to realize that it didn't connect to any trap at all, but was chained around the fox's neck. He traced the length of the chain up towards the fox's neck, realizing as he got closer that it was secured so tightly that it was cutting into the creature's neck. Someone had put this chain around the creature's neck, and left it here.
Death was common in nature, but this was not natural, and Fritz did not care for it. It was one thing to kill an animal for food, or in self-defense, but to leave one chained up to suffer? Fritz reached into his pants, pulling out a pocket knife, the blade of which he jammed between one of the rusted chain links and began twisting and prying. The rusted chains weren't much of a match for his brute force with the blade, and it shortly snapped apart. The fox, whose ears had been laid down low to the sides of it's head, perked up at that sound. Fritz pulled up gingerly on one end of the now broken chain, and the injured creature whined softly. The unicorn could guess why, as he pulled the chain away from the fox's neck, it was leaving raw, blistered skin torn open, the chain coming away with bits of skin and fur stuck to it.
"I do apologize for the pain." Fritz said softly as he continued to work the chain out of the knotted fur around the fox's neck, though of course he was speaking more to himself, why would a fox understand him? "But at least you'll be able to go after I get it off."
Fritz had expected the fox to snap at him, it was a natural reaction for animals in pain; but the fox never tried to bite him, or scratch, it merely whined occasionally as particularly painful piece of the chain was pulled from it's neck until at last, Fritz dropped the chain next to the fox, and stepped back, satisfied that the fox was now free,.
"You can go now, the chain is off." Fritz said to the fox, though again, he didn't expect it to understand, merely hoped it would leave of it's own accord now that it wasn't trapped.
It took several minutes, but slowly the matted ball of fur stirred again, uncurling and raising up as the fox rose to it's paws and into a long stretch, all the while keeping it's piercing green eyes on Fritz. Which was when he realized that this fox - wasn't quite a fox. It's front legs, which should have been furred and ended in paws like it's hind legs, were instead covered in a black skin that looked scaly. It's front toes were long, slender and ended in thin, hooked talons. It was like the fox had bird's feet? What sort of strange creature was this? Of course, who was the unicorn to call the kettle black?
"Not sure what you are, but I suppose that's why you were chained up, right?"
The bird-legged fox merely stared silently at him.
"Well anyhow, you're free to go now, I'm not going to hurt you." Fritz told the creature, and turned to walk away, figuring perhaps it didn't wish to run lest it think he would follow it. He had only made it a few steps before he heard a whine, and turned to see the creature had gone to follow him, only to fall over. It righted itself, only to take another step towards him and once again collapse. Fritz sighed, "You must have been there a long time. Would you mind if I carried you?"
Again the fox creature stared silently at him. Fritz wondered if this was going to end with him getting bit. It wouldn't have been the worst thing that happened to him. He reached down and picked up the bird-legged creature as carefully as he could in his arms, expecting at any moment it would lash out, bite and claw at him. But it never did, and he slowly carried the creature all the way back to his home.
"I can promise you that much, I'll never put something around you neck." the unicorn told him, "You should never have to feel that pain ever again."
He never did. But Enrage always carried a knife with him anyhow. Not because he thought the unicorn might, but in case someone else tried.
Morphed into a lilac wyllop on January 29th, 2006. Thanks Xiadane! <3
Fritz wasn't sure exactly what he'd wandered across at first. A lump of matted fur, the smell of old, dried blood, and a thick rusted chain connecting it to the nearest rock. He was not unfamiliar with the concept of death, an it seemed clear to him that whatever this was, was dead. Death was common in nature, so he wasn't surprised to run across that here in the woods he'd chosen to wander that day. What made it unusual was that there was a chain. A decidedly unnatural tool out here. Fritz, ever curious unicorn that he was, moved closer to investigate. Perhaps the creature had been caught in a bear trap? It seemed the most likely guess considering the massive size of the chain.
Though what had a bear trap been doing in these woods? There hadn't been bears in this part of the country in more than a hundred years. Then again, with the amount of rust on the chain, he had to wonder if that hadn't been when it was set out. Which made him all the more curious, wouldn't the spring mechanism for a bear trap that rusted have not worked after so long?
The train of thought was quickly set aside when the scrap of bloody mats moved. Slowly, hesitantly, until the tangled fur twisted to reveal a pair of green eyes, narrowed from crust and swelling, staring up at him, unblinking. Fritz stared back, considering the unusual nature of this, wild animals did not normally maintain eye contact, but then, this creature, a fox it appeared to be now that he could see it's face, was obviously not well. Fritz reached out slowly then for the chain. The fox didn't flinch, merely continued to stare at the unicorn. Fritz had expected it to jerk away then, to run away to the length of the chain. But it didn't, merely watched, unmoving. Fritz lifted the chain, to realize that it didn't connect to any trap at all, but was chained around the fox's neck. He traced the length of the chain up towards the fox's neck, realizing as he got closer that it was secured so tightly that it was cutting into the creature's neck. Someone had put this chain around the creature's neck, and left it here.
Death was common in nature, but this was not natural, and Fritz did not care for it. It was one thing to kill an animal for food, or in self-defense, but to leave one chained up to suffer? Fritz reached into his pants, pulling out a pocket knife, the blade of which he jammed between one of the rusted chain links and began twisting and prying. The rusted chains weren't much of a match for his brute force with the blade, and it shortly snapped apart. The fox, whose ears had been laid down low to the sides of it's head, perked up at that sound. Fritz pulled up gingerly on one end of the now broken chain, and the injured creature whined softly. The unicorn could guess why, as he pulled the chain away from the fox's neck, it was leaving raw, blistered skin torn open, the chain coming away with bits of skin and fur stuck to it.
"I do apologize for the pain." Fritz said softly as he continued to work the chain out of the knotted fur around the fox's neck, though of course he was speaking more to himself, why would a fox understand him? "But at least you'll be able to go after I get it off."
Fritz had expected the fox to snap at him, it was a natural reaction for animals in pain; but the fox never tried to bite him, or scratch, it merely whined occasionally as particularly painful piece of the chain was pulled from it's neck until at last, Fritz dropped the chain next to the fox, and stepped back, satisfied that the fox was now free,.
"You can go now, the chain is off." Fritz said to the fox, though again, he didn't expect it to understand, merely hoped it would leave of it's own accord now that it wasn't trapped.
It took several minutes, but slowly the matted ball of fur stirred again, uncurling and raising up as the fox rose to it's paws and into a long stretch, all the while keeping it's piercing green eyes on Fritz. Which was when he realized that this fox - wasn't quite a fox. It's front legs, which should have been furred and ended in paws like it's hind legs, were instead covered in a black skin that looked scaly. It's front toes were long, slender and ended in thin, hooked talons. It was like the fox had bird's feet? What sort of strange creature was this? Of course, who was the unicorn to call the kettle black?
"Not sure what you are, but I suppose that's why you were chained up, right?"
The bird-legged fox merely stared silently at him.
"Well anyhow, you're free to go now, I'm not going to hurt you." Fritz told the creature, and turned to walk away, figuring perhaps it didn't wish to run lest it think he would follow it. He had only made it a few steps before he heard a whine, and turned to see the creature had gone to follow him, only to fall over. It righted itself, only to take another step towards him and once again collapse. Fritz sighed, "You must have been there a long time. Would you mind if I carried you?"
Again the fox creature stared silently at him. Fritz wondered if this was going to end with him getting bit. It wouldn't have been the worst thing that happened to him. He reached down and picked up the bird-legged creature as carefully as he could in his arms, expecting at any moment it would lash out, bite and claw at him. But it never did, and he slowly carried the creature all the way back to his home.
"I can promise you that much, I'll never put something around you neck." the unicorn told him, "You should never have to feel that pain ever again."
He never did. But Enrage always carried a knife with him anyhow. Not because he thought the unicorn might, but in case someone else tried.
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How long had it been since he had been able to remember? Did he even have anything to remember? Did he have a family? A mother, a father, brothers, sisters? Maybe he had even gathered a little family of his own. He could have a wife and children. Or a lover. But he wouldn’t know. One should never mess with a magic-user. He could remember that much. He could remember a bright light after he had picked a fight, but everything before that was blank. He had long since given up on finding his past, at least outwardly.
As he traveled, he was given a new name by the people he came in contact with. He could not remember his own, so he grew to use this new name.
Enrage.
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Why don't you anger me like everyone else does?
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