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Shall has a minion!
Hero the Ducker
Hero the Ducker
Shall
Legacy Name: Shall_104
The
Angelic MallarchyOwner:
TatteredAge: 13 years, 5 months, 2 weeks
Born: November 27th, 2010
Adopted: 13 years, 5 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: November 27th, 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
We all want to be the superhero.
His only wish was to fly.
Unfortunately, this was not possible; Blue Swedish ducks aren't destined for the sky. No stretching their wings in the endless blue expanse, and no migrating to more suitable weather conditions.
Every day Mika watched the other flocks step into formation and take off into the air, leaving their farmhouse home behind them for a day of unrestricted exploring. Oh how he wished he could join them; to feel the rush of soaring above those bound to the ground, and have the crisp breeze waft through his grayed feathers.
Instead he sat tail-feathers down in the mud, waiting for their return. The stories they told of the day's adventures kept him occupied deep into the night, when even after giving in to the lull of sleep he dreamed of setting off into the skies himself and having his own grand escapades.
Unlike his flock mates, who contented themselves with basking in the sun and gliding across the pond's water, he had bigger ambitions. One day, he'd find his wings and become a super hero, exploring the world and giving aid to those in need. When he returned, he would tell of his dangerous encounters and glorious sightseeing, flanked by grateful citizens and adoring fans. How the others would be jealous! Maybe then they would see the beauty in flying!
His first attempts at his seemingly simple idea weren't very successful, only allowing him to lift less than a foot off of the ground. Crudely made extensions to his flightless feathers were fashioned from scavenged twigs and leaves, but these earth destined parts only fell to pieces as soon as he lifted his wings. A running start off of solid boulders did little to aid his efforts to rise above the ground. Instead, he fell flat on his bill, earning him a round of amused quacks from his companions.
To them, his efforts were futile; a born flightless bird could never hope to soar amongst the clouds. He was just embarrassing himself and wasting his time. No matter how hard he tried, he always ended up looking utterly ridiculous.
One day, as he lay face first against a rotting tree trunk, he decided it was time to put an end to the ridicule. Pulling himself to his feet he ruffled his feathers and straightened his posture. Then, he did something he had never before even dreamed of doing.
He waddled out and away from the farm, makeshift cape and mask in wing. It was a big step; who knew what dangers lay ahead in the forest? There could be hungry foxes just waiting for an easy meal, or restless hunters with their guns cocked and eager to shoot anything that moved. These were chances he was just going to have to take, though. After all he was a hero, and heroes never shied away from danger!
Mika had thought his pond-side home was big, but it was nothing compared to the endless forest that now stood before him. Waddling aimlessly with no particular destination in mind, Mika looked and looked, hoping to find something that sparked an idea. His well-worn cape fluttered aggressively in the wind, and he had to stop and readjust his slipping mask every few minutes. It was in the brief amount of time when he had his soft eyes closed that his extended bill made contact with something solid.
Staggering back he teetered on the back of his webbed feet, barely catching himself from falling over. Ready to turn and hightail it out of there he had to remind himself of his new, heroic statues. Fluffing up his feathers and puffing out his chest he stood tall, looking his obstacle square in the eye.
Human eye.
A somewhat tall, spidery man loomed over him, looking much like how Mika actually felt: surprised and timid. Finding the human's behavior strange, Mika cocked his dark head to the side, all his fears melted away. Was it that this person was actually wary of him, a mere duck?
The man's unnerving silence finally got to him, so he let out a low 'Quack!'. Appearing to snap out of whatever trance he had been in, the man blinked and smiled.
"Well hello there, little one. You sure are far from your friends, now aren't you?" his tone was steady, despite his previous worries. "Whatever could bring you all the way out here?"
Now it was Mika's turn to be wary. Why was it that this human, and a fancy looking one at that, was talking to him as if speaking to a companion of the same species? Could it be that he could sense Mika's desires?
Mika let out another, softer quack and flapped his wings, hoping to get his point across to the man. He did.
"Ah, I think I understand now. You wish to fly, but can't. Blue Swedes can't use their wings in that way, can they?" he paused thoughtfully. "But I think I may be able to help you there, little one."
His heart pounded in excitement at the prospect of finally attaining his dream. He dipped his head enthusiastically, and the man laughed.
"I take that to mean you want my help, yes? Okay, here is what you should do: Travel west, as far as you can go, and stop once you hit the mountains. Once there climb to the highest point you can manage, up to where the Wind Witch resides. Spread your wings wide, convince her to grant you feathers of flight. Then, waddle to the edge of the mountain-top and jump. And don't forget to flap your wings! We wouldn't want you getting hurt, now would we?"
Mulling over his plan, and not detecting any major flaws, Mika dipped his bill and gave an appreciative quack. Then, turning west as instructed, he set off away from the man, his cape still waving madly as if to say 'Goodbye'.
West was farther than he had anticipated. It took Mika a good week before those wonderful mountains came into view. Making haste he waddled up to their bases, and began his slow, steady ascent up the mountain side. His webbed toes were not made for the steep, rocky landscape, though, and he slipped and slid on the rocky surface.
Determined Mika refused to give up after coming so far. Using his bill to steady his body he scraped and scrambled up the mountain. Would the Wind Witch be kind? Oh, he hoped so! He could already picture the clear blue skies and soft clouds, with him flying among them. His cape would glide trailing behind him, and his mask would stay in place, made stationary by the pressing winds. He'd retrieve lost articles from impossible imprisonments, rescue distressed cats stranded in trees and even extinguish burning buildings. The life of a hero would be a good one, filled with nothing but joy and victory.
The very daydreams that encouraged him brought him down, however. Completely dazed by his fantasies Mika didn't realize the absence of a necessary foot-hole in the mountain side. His foot slipped, and no amount of grabbing could regain his lost balance. He teetered backwards; a moment's pause, and he fell.
The fur soft fabric of his beloved cape did little to cushion the blows as he bounced down the rocky slope, knocking into every obstacle in his path. Eyes wide in bewilderment he flailed wildly, trying his hardest to try and flap his wings, just as the man had instructed. Finally, the horrifying fall came to an end, and the ground gave him a hard, unforgiving welcome.
Arching his back Mika felt his spine give an sickening crack. Feathers littered the ground around him, a few nearly landing in his mouth as he stretched his bill wide open in agony.
Our feathered friend's miseries were short lived, though, as a sizable boulder--no doubt knocked loose in his tumble--came crashing down.
Right on his poor little head.
A restless angel rose from the forest floor, shaking invisible dust from his feathers. Stretching his head up towards the sky the fading spirit opened his eyes, gazing up at the clouds. Newborn wings flapped clumsily as this angel suddenly took off running. Then, beating his downy feathers he rose from the ground, taking to the sky.
And as he soared amongst those once faraway clouds, a cape fluttered obediently behind him.
His only wish was to fly.
Unfortunately, this was not possible; Blue Swedish ducks aren't destined for the sky. No stretching their wings in the endless blue expanse, and no migrating to more suitable weather conditions.
Every day Mika watched the other flocks step into formation and take off into the air, leaving their farmhouse home behind them for a day of unrestricted exploring. Oh how he wished he could join them; to feel the rush of soaring above those bound to the ground, and have the crisp breeze waft through his grayed feathers.
Instead he sat tail-feathers down in the mud, waiting for their return. The stories they told of the day's adventures kept him occupied deep into the night, when even after giving in to the lull of sleep he dreamed of setting off into the skies himself and having his own grand escapades.
Unlike his flock mates, who contented themselves with basking in the sun and gliding across the pond's water, he had bigger ambitions. One day, he'd find his wings and become a super hero, exploring the world and giving aid to those in need. When he returned, he would tell of his dangerous encounters and glorious sightseeing, flanked by grateful citizens and adoring fans. How the others would be jealous! Maybe then they would see the beauty in flying!
His first attempts at his seemingly simple idea weren't very successful, only allowing him to lift less than a foot off of the ground. Crudely made extensions to his flightless feathers were fashioned from scavenged twigs and leaves, but these earth destined parts only fell to pieces as soon as he lifted his wings. A running start off of solid boulders did little to aid his efforts to rise above the ground. Instead, he fell flat on his bill, earning him a round of amused quacks from his companions.
To them, his efforts were futile; a born flightless bird could never hope to soar amongst the clouds. He was just embarrassing himself and wasting his time. No matter how hard he tried, he always ended up looking utterly ridiculous.
One day, as he lay face first against a rotting tree trunk, he decided it was time to put an end to the ridicule. Pulling himself to his feet he ruffled his feathers and straightened his posture. Then, he did something he had never before even dreamed of doing.
He waddled out and away from the farm, makeshift cape and mask in wing. It was a big step; who knew what dangers lay ahead in the forest? There could be hungry foxes just waiting for an easy meal, or restless hunters with their guns cocked and eager to shoot anything that moved. These were chances he was just going to have to take, though. After all he was a hero, and heroes never shied away from danger!
Mika had thought his pond-side home was big, but it was nothing compared to the endless forest that now stood before him. Waddling aimlessly with no particular destination in mind, Mika looked and looked, hoping to find something that sparked an idea. His well-worn cape fluttered aggressively in the wind, and he had to stop and readjust his slipping mask every few minutes. It was in the brief amount of time when he had his soft eyes closed that his extended bill made contact with something solid.
Staggering back he teetered on the back of his webbed feet, barely catching himself from falling over. Ready to turn and hightail it out of there he had to remind himself of his new, heroic statues. Fluffing up his feathers and puffing out his chest he stood tall, looking his obstacle square in the eye.
Human eye.
A somewhat tall, spidery man loomed over him, looking much like how Mika actually felt: surprised and timid. Finding the human's behavior strange, Mika cocked his dark head to the side, all his fears melted away. Was it that this person was actually wary of him, a mere duck?
The man's unnerving silence finally got to him, so he let out a low 'Quack!'. Appearing to snap out of whatever trance he had been in, the man blinked and smiled.
"Well hello there, little one. You sure are far from your friends, now aren't you?" his tone was steady, despite his previous worries. "Whatever could bring you all the way out here?"
Now it was Mika's turn to be wary. Why was it that this human, and a fancy looking one at that, was talking to him as if speaking to a companion of the same species? Could it be that he could sense Mika's desires?
Mika let out another, softer quack and flapped his wings, hoping to get his point across to the man. He did.
"Ah, I think I understand now. You wish to fly, but can't. Blue Swedes can't use their wings in that way, can they?" he paused thoughtfully. "But I think I may be able to help you there, little one."
His heart pounded in excitement at the prospect of finally attaining his dream. He dipped his head enthusiastically, and the man laughed.
"I take that to mean you want my help, yes? Okay, here is what you should do: Travel west, as far as you can go, and stop once you hit the mountains. Once there climb to the highest point you can manage, up to where the Wind Witch resides. Spread your wings wide, convince her to grant you feathers of flight. Then, waddle to the edge of the mountain-top and jump. And don't forget to flap your wings! We wouldn't want you getting hurt, now would we?"
Mulling over his plan, and not detecting any major flaws, Mika dipped his bill and gave an appreciative quack. Then, turning west as instructed, he set off away from the man, his cape still waving madly as if to say 'Goodbye'.
West was farther than he had anticipated. It took Mika a good week before those wonderful mountains came into view. Making haste he waddled up to their bases, and began his slow, steady ascent up the mountain side. His webbed toes were not made for the steep, rocky landscape, though, and he slipped and slid on the rocky surface.
Determined Mika refused to give up after coming so far. Using his bill to steady his body he scraped and scrambled up the mountain. Would the Wind Witch be kind? Oh, he hoped so! He could already picture the clear blue skies and soft clouds, with him flying among them. His cape would glide trailing behind him, and his mask would stay in place, made stationary by the pressing winds. He'd retrieve lost articles from impossible imprisonments, rescue distressed cats stranded in trees and even extinguish burning buildings. The life of a hero would be a good one, filled with nothing but joy and victory.
The very daydreams that encouraged him brought him down, however. Completely dazed by his fantasies Mika didn't realize the absence of a necessary foot-hole in the mountain side. His foot slipped, and no amount of grabbing could regain his lost balance. He teetered backwards; a moment's pause, and he fell.
The fur soft fabric of his beloved cape did little to cushion the blows as he bounced down the rocky slope, knocking into every obstacle in his path. Eyes wide in bewilderment he flailed wildly, trying his hardest to try and flap his wings, just as the man had instructed. Finally, the horrifying fall came to an end, and the ground gave him a hard, unforgiving welcome.
Arching his back Mika felt his spine give an sickening crack. Feathers littered the ground around him, a few nearly landing in his mouth as he stretched his bill wide open in agony.
Our feathered friend's miseries were short lived, though, as a sizable boulder--no doubt knocked loose in his tumble--came crashing down.
Right on his poor little head.
A restless angel rose from the forest floor, shaking invisible dust from his feathers. Stretching his head up towards the sky the fading spirit opened his eyes, gazing up at the clouds. Newborn wings flapped clumsily as this angel suddenly took off running. Then, beating his downy feathers he rose from the ground, taking to the sky.
And as he soared amongst those once faraway clouds, a cape fluttered obediently behind him.
Pet Treasure
Cape of Scales
Classic Hero Sword
Wind-up Duck Toy
Waddley
Cape of Feathers
Crimson Domino Mask
Twilight Decorative Vesnali Feather
Snow Storm Feather
Black Long Feather
Twilight Mallarchy Plushie
Twilight Mallarchy Beanbag
Mally
Luckling
Mallarchy Crossing Road Sign
Bottled Duckie
Fly Hipottu, Fly!
Angel Wings