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Ryza_813 has a minion!
Maliss the Graymalkin
Maliss the Graymalkin
Ryza_813
Legacy Name: Ryza_813
The
Graveyard SheetaOwner:
Zeh_DuckieAge: 15 years, 3 weeks, 1 day
Born: April 10th, 2009
Adopted: 13 years, 11 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: May 22nd, 2010
Statistics
- Level: 23
- Strength: 59
- Defense: 57
- Speed: 58
- Health: 58
- HP: 58/58
- Intelligence: 143
- Books Read: 143
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Diagnostics Technician
Betrayal... of the worst kind____________________________
So this is what betrayal was. Ryzaiyah couldnt believe it. It was.. astounding... and... something that her mind couldnt process as a white hot rod of lightning ran through her back, through her body, and out her chest. As she fell in the dirt, crying out in pain, she watched as the one who had owned her for so long, he whom had her undying devotion to.. smirk, holster his gun and walk away with no backward glance.
A gun.. a bullet. She'd heard of getting stabbed in the back before but.. this was all too much.
A pitiful mewl escaped the sheeta as she tried to get up and follow after her owner, but was too weak to do so thanks to the blood loss. She was too weak. She fell in a puddle of blood and mud. She knew it was hopeless. She was in the middle of nowhere, lying in a ditch. No one would save her no one... was...there.
She was..
Alone.
Blackness.
It felt like an eternity that she wandered alone.. in the dark blackness that was nothing. The void was oddly.. nice. No pain, no hurt... just nothing. Maybe this was better. She didnt know, but as time began to mean something to her, phantom limbs forming connections to her and dragging her back to the pain.. to the hurt.. to the terror.
"Nooooooooooo!" She cried as she came to in a cold sweat. Something was wrong, but she couldnt think of what it could be. There was a fog surrounding her mind... it was hard to think and the cottony like feeling in her mouth made it hard to talk either. She felt .. weird.. off. The last thing she remembered before waking up... was of the pain.. Him... walking away.. and that taunting little smile gracing his lips: That sense of betrayal.
Clammy.
That was the word she was looking for. She felt clammy, cold... and her limbs still felt like an echo of themselves. She looked up at a noise across the room; a sudden popping from the fireplace where a cauldron bubbled happily. And old woman sat next to the fire-- away from Ryzaiyah. "Good" She said with a grunt. "You're awake. About time you woke up. Been out for days. Was about to give up on you." The woman got up, brushing a black cat off her lap: the collar on him said "Maliss", and busied herself with a bunch of dishes in the kitchen.
She came back and stood in the doorway, staring at her. Measuring her for something, She didnt know for what tho.. or why. "You were pretty banged up when I found you." Ryzaiyah tried to get up before the woman made a motion for her not to. "Not yet. You need to rest, and it wont do to have you re-open your stitches." The woman continued gruffly.
Ryzaiyah didnt understand. Stitches? The fog surrounding her brain was as thick as ever. Most concepts eluded her right now, and she couldnt put together what happened to her, until she looked down at the ruined remains of her chest. It had exploded outward with the gunshot: obviously lethal. Panic gripped her like an iron fist, but her phantom limbs would not allow her to run. She shouldnt be alive! She should NOT be alive!
Terrified eyes looked at the woman across from her pleading wordlessly for answers. "He shot you. In the back. You were dead within minutes." The woman said softly as she watched the sheeta. "You are probably wondering why I brought you back." The woman paused as Ryzaiyah nodded. "I felt bad for you. I felt bad, and I needed some help which i have not been able to find. You see, I dabble in dangerous work ... and work that most would look down upon. I am Veskitya, a witch.. a special kind. I specialize in anatomy, physiology.. and reanimation. I need an assistant. If you wish, I can take you on as my assistant and you can remain on this plane, free to seek that faithless Master of yours when not helping me. If not, i can let the magic end and you will die." The woman looked at Ryzaiyah and waited.
Seek him? Why would she ever want to seek him out? She looked down at her chest as she thought. The only reason she would want to see his face again was to throttle the ever living... now THAT was an idea.... She could pursue him to the ends of Subeta and back on a mission of revenge or she could go back to the void... she could die.
Ryzaiyah looked up at the old witch considering, weighing her options. She would seek out her Master... and then.. after she was done she could refuse to help the witch anymore and pass into the void with her Master. Jumping down from the bed, thinking about what an odd place to put a corpse. She padded over to the woman and sat down next to her where a ruffie would sit next to his human. "I...Ryza... serve... you" She said in a garble. Her mouth and tongue still did not work well nor did she remember much from before the blackness set in: Just the pain.. the smile.. the betrayal.. and the first part of her name.
"Well then Ryza.. lets get to work" Veskitya said simply as she put the food and water bowls down for her. Yes. They would get to work... then her faithless Master would get his.
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A gun.. a bullet. She'd heard of getting stabbed in the back before but.. this was all too much.
A pitiful mewl escaped the sheeta as she tried to get up and follow after her owner, but was too weak to do so thanks to the blood loss. She was too weak. She fell in a puddle of blood and mud. She knew it was hopeless. She was in the middle of nowhere, lying in a ditch. No one would save her no one... was...there.
She was..
Alone.
Blackness.
It felt like an eternity that she wandered alone.. in the dark blackness that was nothing. The void was oddly.. nice. No pain, no hurt... just nothing. Maybe this was better. She didnt know, but as time began to mean something to her, phantom limbs forming connections to her and dragging her back to the pain.. to the hurt.. to the terror.
"Nooooooooooo!" She cried as she came to in a cold sweat. Something was wrong, but she couldnt think of what it could be. There was a fog surrounding her mind... it was hard to think and the cottony like feeling in her mouth made it hard to talk either. She felt .. weird.. off. The last thing she remembered before waking up... was of the pain.. Him... walking away.. and that taunting little smile gracing his lips: That sense of betrayal.
Clammy.
That was the word she was looking for. She felt clammy, cold... and her limbs still felt like an echo of themselves. She looked up at a noise across the room; a sudden popping from the fireplace where a cauldron bubbled happily. And old woman sat next to the fire-- away from Ryzaiyah. "Good" She said with a grunt. "You're awake. About time you woke up. Been out for days. Was about to give up on you." The woman got up, brushing a black cat off her lap: the collar on him said "Maliss", and busied herself with a bunch of dishes in the kitchen.
She came back and stood in the doorway, staring at her. Measuring her for something, She didnt know for what tho.. or why. "You were pretty banged up when I found you." Ryzaiyah tried to get up before the woman made a motion for her not to. "Not yet. You need to rest, and it wont do to have you re-open your stitches." The woman continued gruffly.
Ryzaiyah didnt understand. Stitches? The fog surrounding her brain was as thick as ever. Most concepts eluded her right now, and she couldnt put together what happened to her, until she looked down at the ruined remains of her chest. It had exploded outward with the gunshot: obviously lethal. Panic gripped her like an iron fist, but her phantom limbs would not allow her to run. She shouldnt be alive! She should NOT be alive!
Terrified eyes looked at the woman across from her pleading wordlessly for answers. "He shot you. In the back. You were dead within minutes." The woman said softly as she watched the sheeta. "You are probably wondering why I brought you back." The woman paused as Ryzaiyah nodded. "I felt bad for you. I felt bad, and I needed some help which i have not been able to find. You see, I dabble in dangerous work ... and work that most would look down upon. I am Veskitya, a witch.. a special kind. I specialize in anatomy, physiology.. and reanimation. I need an assistant. If you wish, I can take you on as my assistant and you can remain on this plane, free to seek that faithless Master of yours when not helping me. If not, i can let the magic end and you will die." The woman looked at Ryzaiyah and waited.
Seek him? Why would she ever want to seek him out? She looked down at her chest as she thought. The only reason she would want to see his face again was to throttle the ever living... now THAT was an idea.... She could pursue him to the ends of Subeta and back on a mission of revenge or she could go back to the void... she could die.
Ryzaiyah looked up at the old witch considering, weighing her options. She would seek out her Master... and then.. after she was done she could refuse to help the witch anymore and pass into the void with her Master. Jumping down from the bed, thinking about what an odd place to put a corpse. She padded over to the woman and sat down next to her where a ruffie would sit next to his human. "I...Ryza... serve... you" She said in a garble. Her mouth and tongue still did not work well nor did she remember much from before the blackness set in: Just the pain.. the smile.. the betrayal.. and the first part of her name.
"Well then Ryza.. lets get to work" Veskitya said simply as she put the food and water bowls down for her. Yes. They would get to work... then her faithless Master would get his.
Pet Treasure
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