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Blazefeather
Legacy Name: Blazefeather

The Reborn Noktoa
Owner: VeeJayHedgehog

Age: 13 years, 7 months, 1 week

Born: September 6th, 2010

Adopted: 8 years, 11 months, 2 days ago

Adopted: May 17th, 2015

Statistics

• Level: 101
   
• Strength: 100
   
• Defense: 100
   
• Speed: 100
   
• Health: 101
   
• HP: 101/101
   
• Intelligence: 11
   
• Books Read: 11
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Register Clerk

I put up a fight when they came for us. My brothers and sisters panicked and fled to opposite ends of the house, and they caught me in the rafters as I tried to make it to the attic window. When the first hand landed on me, I went off like a bomb, clawing and biting in a flurry of feathers, lashing out at unprotected flesh and sinew. I know my claws caught someone because I heard the yelp and felt a surge of satisfaction only moments before I felt a sharp jab in my arm and the whole world went black...

I drifted in and out of consciousness fuelled by my depleting adrenaline, my eye focusing on first the blurred soup of colours, and then the sharp images of bright lights and straight lines that seared into my being like unwanted memories. I remember voices, at times very close to my ear and at other intervals very far away, like the haze of smoke that drifted from the chimney on cold winter nights. I clung onto that memory in particular, being warm in front of the fire, surrounded by my family and owner, talking about his future plans for me, for my siblings, for what we were destined to become when the time was right. Were they good memories, or were they remnants of what had been and were never to become true? I stayed asleep for a long time, sedated I had remaining sense to realise, absolute waking was as fleeting as raindrops on the roof over my head.

Amaranthys and Altivon...my siblings. Where were they in all of this? I heard bits and pieces, blurs of white and grey, mentions of beings being "beyond saving". I remember that my eyes opened, unfocused, at this mention. Hands were strapping my forearms and legs down, something cold and solid, a band of some kind, being attached to my right wrist. More voices, one distinctively different than the others, was asking about me, asking if I was going to be okay. Another voice, further away from where I was lying, said something about "seeing how it goes". His tone was odd. Neutral, I realised after I'd woken up back in my cage. Was there hope for me? For my siblings? Could anything be salvaged from whence we'd come? It hurt to think. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the welcome darkness the unfeeling brought me, hoping it would be enough to cease the suffering I felt rising up in the depths of my chest.

I remember waking to the beings in white and grey that walked past where I lay, inspecting whatever had been written underneath the window in regards to me. Most would pause, ask questions, and move on to other areas. I came to learn that this was where "problem pets" were kept, those that had struggled against the actions taken by the beings who ran this facility, those who fought to remain in the homes and campsites of those who adopted them, but who had disappeared without trace. Years would go by without returned notification, and instead of leaving us to fend for ourselves, they would bring us here, and set us up for adoption to other, more willing homes.

When my strength had sufficiently returned, I demanded to know what had become of my siblings when they came to leave me my daily meal. The first man summoned others to hold me back, for I had fluffed up my feathers and become violently aggressive. The second man was armed to the teeth, and took no chances with me. The third was not a man, but a woman, and she had more answers for me. She spoke gently, softly, and instead of being agressive I sat on my haunches as she set down my food. She answered truthfully: Altivon and Amaranthys had fought them so much that sedation was 'out of the question'. She at least gave me much needed answers, and much needed peace to the endless queries and worries and anxieties that had befuddled my mind so painfully.

I was Blazefeather, brother of Altivon and Amaranthys...and I was now utterly alone...

"Momma! Can we get another brother?!" "No way! We girls want another sister!" "Yeah!" "We need another winged sibling! Someone who can join us for aerial races!"

I'd heard it all before - pets would come in with their families, their owners who doubled as mothers and fathers, inspecting the pets who lay beneath the wide windows and cages that lined the endless halls. I'd seen many families, big and small, wander along the hallways, eyeing me before reading whatever was outside my window and ushering their little ones away from me, telling whoever stood there in that white and grey colouration that I "wasn't suitable for their family". I rose on my hind legs and pawed at the window, straining to see the family that had been there moments ago, but they were already gone. I felt my wings and ears fall against my body, and my head rested against the chill of the window's glass, before I slumped down underneath it. I wished I was home, in front of the fire with Altivon and Amaranthys, I wished we were together again...

"...B-Buh-laaze, fea-ther~!"

I heard the chirpy little voice eminate from somewhere above my head, and though I was curious, I didn't move. I should be used to this, I chastised myself silently, I should be used to hearing voices and the footsteps as they walked away moments later. I should be stronger, not weaker. I was Blazefeather. I was strength where others tried to break me in two...

"Tylienda, who have you found?" "This says his name is Buhlazefeather, and he's the only remaining member of his original family, momma." "Hmm." "I know Supre and Cyclonea and Jazellyn and Swiftstream and Ellodie and Lotan want us girls to have another sister, but..." "Yes, Tyli?" "I would rather have a new big brother!"

I had gone through the motions every single time, press my face against the glass and look as pitiful as possible, put on the act that so many other cuter pets put on and were adopted in a heartbeat. After it failed to work for me the first hundred times, I'd given up on it ever working for me. But I squared my shoulders and rose again on my hind legs and put my paws up on the glass, looking pitiful and helpless. My paw was met with a brightly coloured one on the other side of the glass, and I found myself staring into a fluffy face with one bright blue eye and one bright pink eye held in the arms of a tall woman. I couldn't help but smile back, matching their happy smiles. I heard the words "He's ours" and I heard the sound of the door being opened behind me. I was told to lift my paw, and the man there took off the band on my arm. I no longer needed it according to him.

I heard voices as I was ushered out of the hall and into the lights of the hallway. I saw a HUGE family waiting for me beyond the doorway: four Angelic, two Nightmare, one Nostalgic, four Experiments, two Galactic, one Blood Red, one Glade and one Spectrum. I was amongst many colours and many species, and a sudden anxiety told me that I was very out of place amongst them...that is, it only registered for a few seconds before I was unceremoniously tacklehugged.

There is this wonderful rhythm present in this new family of mine, and I'm slowly finding my way in it. I'm sure I'll find it soon...especially with Tylienda's help :)

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