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L i n g
Legacy Name: L i n g

The Spectrum Jollin
Owner: xing

Age: 15 years, 9 months, 1 week

Born: June 9th, 2010

Adopted: 15 years, 9 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: June 9th, 2010

Statistics

• Level: 107
   
• Strength: 130
   
• Defense: 110
   
• Speed: 155
   
• Health: 114
   
• HP: 114/114
   
• Intelligence: 323
   
• Books Read: 322
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

Ling moves quietly through the bushes. At least, he tries to: his jacket is constantly snagging on things, causing branches to snap back and their leaves to rustle. The ground beneath his bare feet, however, is soft from the morning rain, and his steps are silent as he inches forward, dark eyes staring straight ahead and arms folded close to his body. He grips his camera firmly, prepared to snap into action.

"There you are..." he murmurs once he spots his subject, lips curving into a smile. He raises his camera as he stops, easing himself lower. He's careful not to disturb the plants on either side of his body and he continues to do so even when his knees sink into the moist earth. He knows his teachers won't be pleased with his muddy clothes, but he's been waiting for his elusive friend all week; he can't pass up this opportunity. He positions himself, camera at the ready, and reaches into his back pocket. "I know you're hungry..."

Ling doesn't receive a reply, as the subject of his attention is too busy biting at fleas around the base of its tail. Its floppy ears shiver and its front paws struggle to stay on the pavement as it twists its body and digs its nose into short, white fur. The dog doesn't even notice Ling as he retrieves a small, clear bag from his pocket. There's half a sandwich inside, and though it's been squished, he doesn't think the skinny little stray will mind.

"Here you go," he says, just a tad louder than before. He breaks the bag's seal as the canine jerks its head toward the sound of Ling's voice. Ling slides the half-sandwich out of the bag and quickly tosses it out onto the pavement, mere inches from the dog. It scrambles to its paws, bewildered, but doesn't run away. This pleases Ling.

"Go on," he urges, bringing the camera up and focusing on the dog, though it remains stiff with uncertainty. Ling takes advantage of the lack of movement by snapping a quick picture. The dog's ears twitch at the ominous clicking noise, but it still refuses to dart beneath one of the nearby cars in the parking lot. Instead, it lowers its head to sniff at the offering, eyes never straying from Ling’s direction. The boy stares back behind his camera, continuing to capture the two-toned curiosity on film.

A loud bell suddenly rings, declaring the end of Ling’s lunch hour. Ling winces, worried that the noise will frighten the dog away, but it doesn’t. Instead, the stray begins to pull random pieces of the sandwich into its mouth, slowly at first, then faster, until only a few crumbs are left. Ling can't look away as the dog takes a cautious step forward, whimpering. He knows it wants more, that it's still hungry, and he regrets taking the other half of the sandwich for himself.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, rising. The dog is startled by his sudden appearance and takes a few hurried steps back, but it holds its ground. Ling can't help but be amazed, though his guilt doesn't let him take another picture. "I'll bring you more after school, okay? Will you wait here? Please?"

Ling realizes it's kind of ridiculous to beg a dog to wait for him until the final bell of the day rings, when he can sneak into the teacher's lounge and buy a ham sandwich from one of the machines, but those amber eyes give him an odd sense of certainty. He smiles, wiggling his toes as they sink into the earth, and turns, darting around the bushes to one of the many stone tables. He gathers his bag and slips on his shoes, ignoring the mud, before hurrying toward the school. He takes the time to glance back at the dog, however, and his spirits soar when he sees that it's still there, staring after him, waiting.

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