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Gwenhyver
Legacy Name: Gwenhyver


The Glacier Lain
Owner: Sparrow_647

Age: 13 years, 6 months, 2 weeks

Born: October 19th, 2010

Adopted: 13 years, 5 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: November 15th, 2010

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


Gwenhyver walked alone, down a misty street in London. It was very late, but there were still a few stragglers trying to find their way home. Ladies of the evening could be seen swinging in and out of darkened doorways, still looking to earn some cash before the sun came up. Gwen nodded her head to them, and received a knowing look in return. A smirk slid across her pretty face, and she tightened the grip on the knife she had hidden amongst her skirts.

Up ahead, she spotted a group of men shouting in the street. They were all standing over something; something that was hardly moving, if at all. She quickened her pace, and came up behind them.

On the ground, practically hanging onto its last breath, was a small bloodied little bird. She gasped, and forgetting herself, scooped the little thing up and held it close to her chest. It could be saved.

In the midst of saving the poor little bird, she had forgotten about the men in the circle. Gwen gave them all a once over, and finding that they were drunk, tried to leave immediately. One of the bigger men stepped in her way, which she had secretly been hoping would happen, but she still wanted to avoid having to take them all on at once. If the bird didn't stand a chance, she wouldn't have it any easier.

"Where you goin lovey?"

"I just want to get this little guy to my home, so I can mend him. Have a nice night boys."

"Oh, but we aren't done with you yet! Stay a while... we can show you some magic tricks..."

"Thank you, but I'm not really fond of magic..."

"Come on then, let me show you my wand..."

Without hesitation, Gwen whipped out the rusty knife she had been palming and slid it quickly against his throat. He fell to the ground, a mess of gushing blood and gurgles, and finally, nothing. She looked down and watched as the life faded from his eyes, and looked back up at his friends. They said nothing, but she knew they weren't going to let this go as easily as she could.

One of them moved quickly to her right, and she set the bird on the ground gently, daring any of them to make a move toward it. Her knife felt weightless in her hand, even with the blood still slick on the blade.

"Make a move," she said in a low tone; the adrenaline already coursing through her veins.

Almost on cue, one of the smaller men ran toward her with his arms above his head. Gwen thrust her arm toward him, slicing through his skin easily. He made it to the other side of her alive, but his stomach was sliced wide open, revealing a set of rather pretty organs...

Another man from the crowd yelled and ran at her, this time with his arms around his stomach. With a flick of her wrist, he fell to the ground, trying to hold the hole she had made in his throat from opening wider. The two remaining men in the group tried to run, but were stopped short by a pair of trollops who were waiting with weapons of their own.

Gwen kneeled down and picked up the tiny bird, and after finding that it was still alive, grinned and walked off toward the whore house.

"Good haul tonight," one of them said as she emptied the contents of one of the men's pants onto a table. "We'll be able to sell the body parts for more'n what was in their pockets!"

Gwen smirked, and in nodding her head again to the ladies, made her way down the misty pre-dawn lit street.

"Next time," she said to the bird, "be sure to protect yourself when they come at you... You gave me quite a fright you know!"

Pet Treasure


Elegant Lady Cameo

Useless Rusty Knife

Blueberry Sugar Eyes

Pet Friends