Zosimo has a minion!

Franklin the Colavion

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Being lug around was fine by me. I was safe and secure. Inside thisdirty ole bag of collected items, I sat and pondered. Mostly slept honestly.Until I was pulled out to sit aside him at a makeshift camp.Him, being my master, my firend, my partner in this day to day routine.Mainly he was my owner, and claimed me as Zos. Full name beingZosimo, if you were wondering that is. He complamented my boring life before. Now I got to go places, now I got to be adventurous. Something I would have never been able to ever do.I learned to read from him, I talked with him daily. But for now I kept to myself in this bag.
Soon I would become his ever dearing purpose, his endevouring endlessneed for me would be created by a very old forgotten remedy. A spell,a contouring mixture of forbidden enity.We traveled far, started days ahead. As walking upon his feet was a long and slow process.
We set out, unaware of the hardship ahead. He came across a woman, who was lead among a small army of creatures. They conversed quietly.Although I was clung to his back trying to hear, which I did, I still couldnot understand the language they dwelled.
Later that night, he told me to drink this potion and by tommrow morningmy dreams would be met. He said it with a sorrow filled guilt. He said it...it was the last thing he ever said to me.
I awoke, confused out of my wits. My body felt weak yet strong. I had thiscourious need to run. Fazed eyes look and sought out this mystery. There I stood nearly eight feet tall. Wait where was he...Did he escape from my unknown sight...did I do this. Oh yes my sight. My colors seemed to mix with a polished tan. That of which striped down my lean body with ease. My feet stretched on for a good while being bigger than my very small compacted head. My pines along my back, grew 2..no 3...NO NO 10 times their normal size.....I was...despicable...
No...He sold his own well being for my happiness...I was a Vilendykah.
This being a species of forest monsterious demons. Why was this happening.Endless days I searched for him..but they fell useless.
"Well lads and lass's, enough of ye great bollocks. Lets have ago at thifurture."
Basic overview: I am now a proud Vilendykah, who has managed to learn shiftingback to my normal size/shape wasn't so hard. I live among a land scattered in terrains ofoffsetting woods. I am rode by a rider who cares for me with little concern.But I know without me, he would be worthless...atleast this is what I tell myself to feel useful again....
My name is Zosimo, a mount for a adolescent messenger of the noble kings acrossthese unforgiving lands.

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