Information

Fangen
Legacy Name: Fangen

The

Graveyard Paralix
Owner:

Gerudo

Age: 13 years, 8 months, 1 week

Born: August 26th, 2010

Adopted: 13 years, 8 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: August 26th, 2010

Pet Spotlight Winner
October 23rd, 2011

Statistics

Level: 80
Strength: 201
Defense: 202
Speed: 45
Health: 202
HP: 202/202
Intelligence: 43
Books Read: 43
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Minion Breeder

"Indeed...those villagers do tend to avoid me, though I haven't the faintest why..." The unusual gentleman's voice sounds wistful as he pours the tea carefully into a set of proper cups and holds one out for the boy.

"Well, I believe that they are just far too superstitious!" The young man exclaims in his hosts defense while he grasps at the procured tea and takes an eager sip at the sweet liquid before offering several quick words of thanks, eager to please. There's something rather commanding and royal about the interesting German man in front of him and his hospitality was missed in this barbaric country of ruffians and warmongers. It seemed like ages since he'd left England to do business here and he'd missed tea terribly. "I can see that you seem in the best of health, yet you appear to be a bit green of gills and pallid...There is no offense intended about that, mind you, simply an observation...Perhaps you should see a doctor? I worry about your state of health!" He pauses and takes another grateful sip before changing the subject, "I do so miss proper tea and business hasn't been going as well as I'd hoped..."

At the words concerning his appearance the German's face changes. It warps and twists with some previously unknown emotion as a bought of enraged words escape from the formerly placid gentleman's lips. "What?...Green around ze gills you sssay? Don't look so well you sssay?!" His now mad voice becomes deeper and the Germanic accent becomes so thick as to be nearly unintelligible to the boy. Then he parts his grimace again to unleash a very long and loud bout of laughter that begins to twist near the end until it becomes something more fitted to a beast than to the civilized creature he was just moments before. Indeed, a different creature it was, and it hunkers down in the spot as if it isn't used to be standing upright. It was now not any form of man, but beast, and it's stench and appearance was shared to be likened to the long dead. The fine clothes the noblemen wore now became a mockery and proof of deception.

The new creature's eyes glimmer with unanimalistic intelligence as it creeps towards the now thoroughly terrified boy on all fours, the Germanic gentleman, gone completely. It's thick discolored saliva drips to the floor as it's long tongue lolls out for a moment before retreating suddenly to be replaced by a voice like nails on a chalkboard. The words rake across the shocked English boy's skin as if they were physical and painful. "You ssshould 'ave lissstened to 'ose 'at told you to ssstay away!" The beast hissed, pausing it's approach just long enough to send the shaking boy a wide grin full of sharp decaying yellow teeth and a breath of chilled air that reeks of fresh blood and aged death. The boy gags on the stench as he struggles to make his body, stiff with terror, back away from the monster, but his face whitens and his eyes bulge as he backs into the wall behind him and realizes there isn't anywhere else to go.

It forces a hissing laugh from it's dead throat and glee fills it's glimmering eyes as it speaks once more, "My...condition 'as never been a cursssse!" It bends down with the creak of old bones and the sick squelch of rotten flesh, readying the final leap. " 'isss virusss isss a gift! It'sss a game and I've ze 'onor of being ze one 'at'sss IT!" It's legs bunch underneath it's body before it releases them, springing forward with a wide maw. The poor boy has no time to react as he feels the teeth join, meeting bone in the arm he had lifted in defense. Obvious pain overtakes his expression and he quivers with it for a few moments before screaming and falling into the blackness. The creature releases him and grins, "Tag! You're IT!" It screeches before it's laughter echos though the hollow walls of it's decrepit mansion.

My Obedient Monster

Serpentium

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Monster form by

Keshi

Overlay by Inwe Background art by: Daggy, Story, coding and layout by Gerudo