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Dark Form has a minion!

Herbert the Wutisthatsmell

Dark Form
Legacy Name: Dark Form

The

Graveyard Kora
Owner:

Vaqsin

Age: 15 years, 6 months, 4 days

Born: December 26th, 2008

Adopted: 15 years, 6 months, 4 days ago (Legacy)

Adopted: December 26th, 2008 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 13
HP: 13/13
Intelligence: 1
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

An ominous feeling dawns on your person. The temperature suddenly drops. You wonder what this strange emotion overwhelming you is. You stop. Inhale deeply. Exhale. What is it? Fear.

The room you've just entered is not of the normal. Cobwebs inhabit the corners and ceiling. A eerily grinning doll rests atop an ancient, mold spotted coffin. You blink and wonder if you just saw its stitched lips grin. A low child giggle reverberates from the shadows.

"Don't fret precious."

Your heart slowly increases in rate. The demeanor of the voice has you overwhelmed. Not welcoming.

"Tell me. Do you believe in the end?"

I-I have no clue. You mumble.

"Now is a good time to start." Another chuckle.

Feet already scrambling you try and reach for the door of which you entered. All to late. A figure blocks your path. You reach your arms over your head and scream.

"Oops. Got a little demented again didn't I? Sorry. The dead thing gets to me at times. Hehe." Dark Form extended her decaying left hand, scabs and stitches ringing her furred arms. "I'm Dark Form, but my mother calls me Murukki. I was an angel. But, everyone falls I guess."

Somewhere along the line your eyes manage to meet this strange creatures. How golden, yet hollowed. Despite being scared you shakily and hesitantly grab her hand, only, it falls off.

Oh mai! You exclaim.

"Drat. Needs more stitches." Murukki twitched her nose and shrugged, a yawn parting her muzzle. "Take a seat. Maybe you can meet the rest of my insane family."

What an odd first impression.