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Existed_944
Legacy Name: Existed_944
The
Common Experiment #333Owner:
GerudoAge: 13 years, 8 months, 3 weeks
Born: August 11th, 2010
Adopted: 13 years, 1 week, 4 days ago
Adopted: April 22nd, 2011
Statistics
- Level: 22
- Strength: 54
- Defense: 53
- Speed: 52
- Health: 54
- HP: 47/54
- Intelligence: 8
- Books Read: 8
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Attendant
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Long ago, on this very spot, in ages so far past as to be nearly forgotten, Beasts appeared to our ancestors.
At first, the beasts seemed to only observe from distances the towering houses called skyscrapers and hives called cities with their minute figures of people as they flooded out of them in waves like ants.
Then our ancestors struck down the beasts.
You see, it may be very hard for us to believe, but our ancestors often attacked and killed each other, along with anything else they did not understand. They had been so hateful and destructive that they created objects with the intent to hurt one another as much as possible. They even built these things called bombs that they could send to other people to destroy everything around them, even the earth itself was poisoned beyond hope by only one of these.
The beasts did nothing to defend themselves and as they fell, their screams rocked the planet. With each one gone the others grew larger and more angry and it seemed as if the other beasts absorbed their fallen comrades and took in the anger with their bodies, as the dead vanished mysteriously. The beasts grew sharper and their eyes were filled with more and more rage, yet they still allowed themselves to be killed without defense.
Until there was only one left. . .
It was black as night and had blood-red eyes that glowed as if there were embers buried in their depths. Wicked claws had grown where it once had soft toes and it's teeth were all sharp fury. When our ancestors raised their hands to strike, their weapons did nothing. They tried again and again, but the last beast had grown so large and his hide so thick that nothing they could do would pierce it. Only then, the beast opened it's wicked maw and roared out the violence that filled it and struck down as mercilessly as the humans had struck it's kin.
It killed millions and those that survived despaired for their future, what could they possibly do to this monster that murdered their kind?
. . .They loathed the beast and hated it for what they had brought on themselves.
They were blind. . .
In truth, the beast did not kill out of spite or hatred as those it brought justice would. Though it had been angered by these people, it struck with wisdom and unfathomable precision to better the angry race before it, rather than to destroy. Those with murder and incurable violence weighing on their souls were judged quickest, with those with the highest potential for these acts came after.
Our ancestors saw none of this and all ran terrified, heedless of anything but the blood and death gracing it's claws and fangs. Plotting and scheming revenge that always proved ineffective.
The beast continued to kill, until our ancestors stopped fighting. Their willful spite had been silenced in death and only then did they open their blind eyes and found peace. The beast had done terrible things and now with the hatred of man silenced as had it's brethren, it now only held sadness and regret.
The beast, alone and feared by our ancestors, began to cry.
It's great tears and terrible bellow of suffering rang across the land.
It's sharp fangs and ripping claws fell out with the flooding tears and washed away, revealing the softer, watchful beast within once more.
In the ringing of the land and the washing away of the tides of blood out ancestors, with their newly opened hearts pitied the great beast, but they could do nothing to stop what had been done or bring back it's brothers. Still, they reached out, fearful no more of the gentle giant and tried anyway.
In that moment of contact, the beast peered down, touched in heart, to watch our people grow anew and it protected them for many years. Though the tears would not stop...
As the story goes, the beast lost it's great size until it became nothing at all and it's constant tears became the rain that falls from our skies, which is why it is sometimes salty.
Or so it is said, for I am the last true believer that this beast ever even...
. . .existed. . .
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