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Alights
Legacy Name: Alights


The Angelic Irion
Owner: Iridescent

Age: 13 years, 4 months, 2 weeks

Born: September 19th, 2009

Adopted: 5 years, 1 week, 4 days ago

Adopted: January 26th, 2018

Statistics


  • Level: 45
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 5
     
  • Health: 8
     
  • HP: 11/8
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


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The Biodiversity Sciences building was quiet at this time of day. Golden light lit up the modern, white washed walls of the early evening as the sun was making its way towards the horizon. Almost everyone had gone home after work but there were still a few scientists, biologist, agriculturists, and other employees puttering around. They were analyzing data, experimenting, or writing out hypotheses; too committed or focused to leave the projects they were working on quite yet.

One woman sat at a counter full of medical and scientific equipment. She was wearing a white lab coat and her glossy brunette hair was pulled back in a messy bun. Brown glasses slid down her nose as she peered into the microscope in front of her. She pulled out a pen from her pocket and began writing on a notepad already full of scribbles and numbers. She was too engrossed in her work to talk to herself but she was very expressive and her thoughts showed on her face.

Right now she was frowning slightly, then squinting, which became a full out scowl, as if she was a fisherman trying to reel in a monster fish that was fighting back and not giving up like it properly should. An angry little hum escaped her lips and she turned around and quickly snatched a vial off of the tidy counter of beakers behind her. She took a pipette and carefully transferred a cc of the liquid onto her slide. The energy she gave off was full of determination. She looked at the slide again. Seemingly satisfied she sat back. She stood up and walked across the room.

Lining the back side of the wall were various machines and incubators. This was her life’s work. These were her babies. Finally able to relax she went around and checked on them all, ensuring that they were getting adequate warmth, whether in their amniotic sacs, floating in fluid, or cozy in a shelled egg.

She knew she had to leave soon. It wasn’t safe to be outside after dark. It was hard for her to leave them. They were her babies, the future. Or at least a step in the right direction. Evil creatures had been stalking people more often lately. Dead people had been seen on the streets. It was getting worse and while she hadn’t been comfortable using magic at first, she’d learned that if she treated it like any other scientific formula she could use it. And they really needed it right now. These babies might not be much to look at today but one day they would be big and strong, magical and intelligent. If the darkness was raising an army against them then surely God wouldn’t mind her stepping in to create an army worthy of fighting back. They were her biggest hope and accomplishment.

She took off her coat, hung it on the rack by the door, and turned off the overhead lights. She left the room, then shut and locked the door behind her. There was a smooth brown stone set into the woodwork on the doorframe and she placed her hand on top of it. She muttered the words for safety and peace and she felt her hand grow warm and a soft orange glow came from the stone and surrounded her hand. A little bit of her energy went with the dissipating light and she walked down the halls. Tomorrow was another day, another chance to fight back.

***

The cream egg dotted with brown spots had been carefully placed amongst four other eggs already in the nest made of hay and leaves, hidden in a large tree. It was deep in the woods but sunlight lit up the greenery around her work team. It was so hard for her to leave. So many failures, and so many tears, and half the time they never knew what came of the babies. It left her feeling sick but she knew she couldn’t stay.

It was risky to even try this. The creatures were not fond of intruders and preferred solitude. She checked the sleeping spell once more, it was holding. One of the parents was high in the tree, but she couldn’t see it through the branches, the other was off hunting. Her hiking boots crunched over the forest floor as she followed her team back through the woods. She tried not to cry as she passed the tree spray painted with an orange X. It was the border of the spell, once the talisman crossed it would deactivate. No going back. She clenched her hands. She tried not to look at it as she walked by, never breaking stride.

***

The ground around the old tree was trampled and scuffed up. Loud, angry noises came from the underbrush. Two small bodies came tumbling through the bushes, over a log, and crashed onto the ground in a pile of leaves. They landed clumsily and the one on the bottom scrambled up and the two small creatures glared at each other. One was blue and pink and the other was pink with hints of white. Their tails whipped back and forth angrily, beaks letting out a hiss every now and then, small ears were flat against their heads and their cat-like bodies crouched.

A high pitched kree came out of the sky above them and both only have a second’s warning before three more tiny griffonette’s came scampering out of the forest. It’s all- out battle-time. Ears go up and down as play becomes war becomes play again but trills fill the air more often than growls. Momma comes in to break up the scuffle, nudging and sniffing them, more than one could do with a bath. Her little helper boy sticks close to her side. He also gives once overs to his siblings and nudges feathers back into place, chittering at them lovingly. He’s a lovely shade of cream with pink at the tips of his feathers.

He’s always the helper of the family, if not always the peacekeeper. He’ll dive in to play without a moment’s hesitation but he never takes it too far. If he thinks his siblings are in real danger he’s the first one to the rescue. He puffs up his chest proudly when his momma gives him a little lick for being such a sweet, kind boy. He knows he’s brave too, momma is always coming to help him whenever he gets stuck in a jam trying to save one of his brothers or sisters. He usually doesn’t take much time to think about it, just jumps right in, though he’s trying to get better about it. He flops down and rolls belly up to soak in the sunshine, life was good.

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