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Aleran
Legacy Name: Aleran

The Angelic Sheeta
Owner: Wonderling

Age: 15 years, 1 month, 3 weeks

Born: March 6th, 2009

Adopted: 6 years, 2 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: February 4th, 2018

Statistics

• Level: 100
   
• Strength: 250
   
• Defense: 217
   
• Speed: 162
   
• Health: 175
   
• HP: 175/175
   
• Intelligence: 79
   
• Books Read: 78
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Battle Master

It was a dark night and the crisp, spring, air hinted at a rainy drizzle that may or may not fall at any moment. His mother cried out in pain, she had not been a mother before and this was no easy labor especially for the inexperienced. Somehow she managed but her spirit and her heart were forever broken. A beautiful dark chestnut lamb lay dead, she had come out that way, causing no easy trial on her poor mother. Deme the mother ewe felt the pain in her heart but her instincts willed her forward, a small black lamb with some white on the edges of his head was struggling as he tried to stand for the first time. His mother licked him clean and then helpfully nudged him as he gained his footing and began to practice his uneasy steps in the small barn, often falling but quickly picking himself back up. Deme the worn and tired mother turned her attention to her next little one, a small white lamb with cream colored legs. She began to lick him clean but his struggle to stand seemed unfruitful. Again her heart sank and abandoned her task of cleaning him as she allowed her exhaustion to take hold of her, she wandered a few feet from him and stood there gazing blankly out into the earliest glow of light the crept into the distant mountains. The little black lamb nursed and then stumbled about some more. Watching his brother walk, fall and jump about as he slowly mastered his little hooves, he longed to join him. The little white and cream lamb struggled from time to time to gain his own footing but the best he could muster was putting his front legs out in front of him, he just didn't have the strength to pull himself up and his heart sank just as his mother's did. He knew that even with his mother's nudging he'd never walk. In despair and exhaustion he allowed himself to sleep, waiting for the cold grasp of death the take hold of him."Hey little one..." a soft voice reached his ears and he opened his eyes. Again he struggled to gain any kind of footing but the best he could do was drag himself forward. The girl who had now approached him now reached out toward him. He looked to his mother for protection but she stood several feet away, still staring blankly out at the world as though there were no thoughts behind her tired eyes. Then a warm hand began to stroke his back, he looked at the girl with curiosity and wonder, what was this creature? She wrapped her body around him as she laid by his side and he felt her warmth slowly melt away the cold that had been creeping under his now mostly dry fur. She used her hands to rub his sides and to hold his cold ears until they felt warm. He snuggled into her warmth and slept again, this time dreaming not of the cold death that he thought awaited him but the warm feeling that surrounded him.Upon waking once more with a new found courage he pulled his knees out in front of him and managed to pull his rear end up into the air. Standing on his back legs while kneeling on his front knees he struggled to step onto his front feet. After several failed attempts he found that he could simply walk on his front knees and his back legs. It wasn't his final goal but he could now move about in the straw of the small barn. As he tried out his new means of "walking", his mother had allowed her weary body to rest and laid down in the straw. The girl used her warm hands to scoop him up off the ground entirely and settled him next to his mother, holding her leg out of the way she helped him gain access to the milk he had hungered for all this time. He nursed until his tummy was almost full and his mother struggled away and went to lay a short distance away but out of reach. Now warm inside and out he snuggled back into the warm embrace of the girl and once again slept, dreaming of when he may frolic around with his brother who was still bounding here and there inside the small barn and just outside it.

Still under construction...

On earth he was born as a katahdin lamb, a type of sheep that are often mistaken for goats since they have hair instead of wool and shed out in the summer rather than needing to be sheared. Though he received an angel name upon gaining his wings he doesn't mind if anyone still calls him Rocky.

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