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Sewn has a minion!

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Sewn


The Graveyard Ghostly
Owner: Burton

Age: 8 years, 3 months, 2 days

Born: February 21st, 2010

Adopted: 1 year, 2 weeks, 1 day ago

Adopted: May 8th, 2017


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February 7th

Statistics


  • Level: 5
     
  • Strength: 14
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 14
     
  • HP: 14/14
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


These fields are mine to protect, to keep from coming into harm. The ladies enlisted my help ages ago to keep the bad ones out.

Always watching.
Always waiting.

I was told to never leave my post; that my job was the most important.
Who else would keep the bad ones out?

I will stand watch.
I will wait.

The bad ones came once, they said. They came and they razed the fields and burnt their home down.
They said all of the keepers before me were destroyed in the fire.

They were watching.
They were waiting.

But they were overrun.
The bad men took everything they had and they laughed at their pain while they did it.
The ladies would not stand for it.

They watched quietly.
They waited silently.

During the siege, they slipped out unnoticed.
They bode their time, waiting until the bad men were comfortable.

Watching; waiting.

The ladies took the darkness inside of themselves and snuck behind enemy lines.
Moving silently, they dispatched the bad men one by one.
Finally, all but four were silenced.
The ladies descended.

They watched them sleep.
Waited for them to wake up.

When the men woke, they could not speak; they could not move.
The ladies giggled quietly, looming over them like the hideous crones that they were.
The men's bodies were different.
Their insides were made of straw and their skin sewn on haphazardly, bits of burlap and scrap fabric pieced together.

They watched them struggle.
They waited for the change to complete.

The crones smiled at each other knowingly. They were complete.
The men that ruined their lives, burned all they had to the ground were helpless.
They were just as helpless as the crones' followers were when they attacked the small village as they slept.
They were trapped inside their bodies like the families were trapped inside their homes after the men barred their doors shut.
Their mouths were sewn shut so they could never tell a soul what happened to them.

So we watch.
We wait.

Hoping that maybe, some day, more bad men will come and try to take what is not theirs and release us from our prison.
background source and photographer credit
Profile coding by Chen, edited by me, story by me.
Pet image by hell

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