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Oratah has a minion!
Niwri the Umbri
Niwri the Umbri
Oratah
Legacy Name: Oratah
The
Nightmare MontreOwner: Karanakaou
Age: 15 years, 4 months, 3 weeks
Born: October 22nd, 2010
Adopted: 15 years, 4 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: October 22nd, 2010
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 17
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 9
- Books Read: 9
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
"I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?"
None came, but an unearthly pain sprung forth in her stomach. She dropped to her forelimbs and howled, the milky yellow moonlight painting her in a sickly glow. A strange sensation, one of a gummy solid, filled her mouth. Her body lurched again, but to this the sticky liquid merely lodged along her throat, lining the entirety of her mouth and what felt like her lungs. She began to panic, pulling wildly at her throat, throwing her body against the ground. Her eyes bulged, her mouth held fully agape as the panic threatened to turn everything in her body to the off position.
As the world around her darkened, the sticky liquid dislodged itself, scuttling from her gasping muzzle in an animal-like fashion. Her body reacted by taking several deep breaths, but the ensuing period of unconsciousness was unavoidable.
Before the darkness claimed her completely, she saw something form in the night before her. Without the energy to speak, she merely listened. Listened, and heard the name Oratah.
Hataro
lurched forward, her angelic wings pressed tight against her shuddering ribs. The glistening white of her teeth shown dramatically in the early evening's moonlight as tarry-black bile dripped from her quivering muzzle. Claws dug deep into the dewy earth, she prepared for another wretched spray of the foul liquid.None came, but an unearthly pain sprung forth in her stomach. She dropped to her forelimbs and howled, the milky yellow moonlight painting her in a sickly glow. A strange sensation, one of a gummy solid, filled her mouth. Her body lurched again, but to this the sticky liquid merely lodged along her throat, lining the entirety of her mouth and what felt like her lungs. She began to panic, pulling wildly at her throat, throwing her body against the ground. Her eyes bulged, her mouth held fully agape as the panic threatened to turn everything in her body to the off position.
As the world around her darkened, the sticky liquid dislodged itself, scuttling from her gasping muzzle in an animal-like fashion. Her body reacted by taking several deep breaths, but the ensuing period of unconsciousness was unavoidable.
Before the darkness claimed her completely, she saw something form in the night before her. Without the energy to speak, she merely listened. Listened, and heard the name Oratah.