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Bantale has a minion!

Soulby the Zodiac Rabbit Spirit

Bantale
Legacy Name: Bantale

The Dusk Pherret

Age: 16 years, 6 months, 3 days

Born: September 15th, 2009

Adopted: 16 years, 6 months, 3 days ago (Legacy)

Adopted: September 15th, 2009 (Legacy)

Statistics

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

I am not a happy Pherret. I do not feel happiness very much, my emotions are limited to two different ones: Sad and anxious. Why am I not happy you might ask? Well, allow me to enunciate.

When I was born my parents tried to hide me in a sewer pipe away from the humans that were currently trapping my kind for their pelts. My parents in turn, fell victim to said traps and I was left alone, only a few weeks old, starving and surrounded by three siblings. The humans discovered our nest not much later and took me and my two siblings(one of them had already starved to death by then), they tossed us into a burlap sack, tied it shut, and exchanged what might have been a conversation in their native tongue. The clothe prison made it hard to breath and my siblings and I squirmed around anxiously in a panic. We were unaware of what was happening, but we knew that we were swinging back and forth inside the sack. I wondered why they hadn't stolen my siblings or I's pelt, but then I remembered our fur was filthy and missing after all the days we spent starving.

I felt my prison dropped onto something cold and hard and I whimpered in agony. A loud rumbling growl rose from beneath me and the ground beneath me shook. We bounced about, banging our tails and bruising our ribs, when it started to be more than I could bare, it stopped. The sack was snatched up and we were swinging once more. The dark, dank sack was opened and a faint amount of light wafted in. I looked up in time to see a hand holding a huge stone descend as it carelessly dropped the rock into the bag, said rock landed atop my only living sister, crushing her legs and breaking most of her small ribs, she cried out in agony, waling helplessly in pain. The bag was immediately shut again. I felt the swinging pick up and then I was flying through the air, landing with a loud plop! in the middle of a lake. At first we did not really feel the water, but then, it started leaking into the sack. I cried out, struggling as hard as I could to push away at the top of the sack. My sibling was gasping weakly and so was I, there was no air!

Things faded away and the only thing I recall is feeling the bag jerk and snag on a rock near the bottom, loosening the ropes enough for me to writhe out of. I was gazing through unseeing eyes, and then I died. . . Or so I am told. Buffbone, the cream Tigrean says that when he stumbled upon my corpse floating atop the pond's water, he immediately tried to find a single sign of life no matter how small, but he could not find one. I was cold, not yet stiff but my body was unmoving and limp, like a wet washrag.

I awoke, my small body trembling and my lungs spewing up harsh water that made breathing burn with every breath. I gazed about uncertainty before looking up into the face of a Mahar. "Ah, she's alive." She said, her paws still clutching a few herbs.

Pet Treasure

Pet Friends

Syc
The one who renewed my life.

Buffbone
He found my dead body afloat in the lake I was drowned in.

Aikyou
We've seen our share of cruelties, have we not, my kin?