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Conure has a minion!

Dead the Sunset




Conure
Legacy Name: Conure


The Reborn Lain
Owner: Tir

Age: 13 years, 3 months, 3 weeks

Born: December 4th, 2010

Adopted: 12 years, 2 weeks, 3 days ago

Adopted: March 10th, 2012

Nominate Pet for Spotlight

Statistics


  • Level: 50
     
  • Strength: 50
     
  • Defense: 50
     
  • Speed: 50
     
  • Health: 50
     
  • HP: 50/50
     
  • Intelligence: 25
     
  • Books Read: 22
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Deck Swabber


Killed||Optimist||Lover

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Out of the Race

Qwill was out. She’d gone out to fetch some more food for them. Conure hoped she would return soon. He didn’t like being stuck in this cave by himself. It was too dreary and made him feel depressed. Qwill always brightened up the place. Or that’s how Conure saw her. She was the only good thing about this whole situation. Without her, he wasn’t sure he would have survived this long in the Hunger Games.

They were down to four people. Qwill, Conure, Cashmere, and a girl they called Doll-Face. Cashmere and Doll-Face were their biggest competition. They were both the top two killers within the game. On the first day alone, Cashmere killed seven people. Doll-Face only killed three, but she’d done it all without a weapon, just her bare hands and teeth. They were fairly gruesome deaths too; left him with nightmares.

Conure was sitting with his back against the wall, one knee was raised up while the other laid flat on the ground his foot bobbing back and forth nervously. He shifted his gaze out the mouth of the cave watching for his redheaded love, but she was nowhere to be seen. He let out a sigh and stood up brushing the dirt from his pants and snatching up his sword just in case he made an encounter with any of his enemies.

As he was walking out of the cave Doll-Face went racing passed blood smeared on her hands. He threw himself against the ground watching as she ran off without even looking back. He narrowed his eyes turning to look in the direction she’d just come from. Nothing, but someone was definitely bleeding profusely. Unless…

Conure whipped his head around narrowing his eyes as he stood up. A screech sounded from the direction Doll-Face came from, but he shook it off deciding it wasn’t worth going after. Qwill would probably be all over that anyway. So he went after Doll-Face following the line of broken ground and flatten branches. Hopefully she wouldn’t put up much of a fight and he could kill her easily.

Conure swiftly advanced on Doll-Face his sword hand tight around the hilt. He slowed his pace once he spotted a clearing ahead. He could see Doll-Face gripping her stomach and hunched over slightly like she was puking. He slowly walked toward her stepping carefully so as not to make a sound on his approach. One more step and he could easily slip the blade into her body and kill her on the spot, but his foot landed on a twig that snapped loudly in the silence. Conure froze as Doll-Face whipped around pulling a knife from her belt loop.

He jumped away as she slashed at him. He lunged back with his sword and she danced away that devilish smirk covering her face. He hated that smirk. It sent the wrong message to him like she actually enjoyed killing children. It was horrifying and disgusting. It sickened him to the bones. She deserved death, but not as much as Cashmere did. He deserved far worse than death. He deserved torture until he begged for death as his salvation. He hoped who ever killed him, would feel satisfaction with it; that they’d put down a ravenous dog who would otherwise have infected the world with more hatred and evil.

Back and forth, Conure and Doll-Face moved. Lunge, slash, step back, lunge, slash, step back, lunge, slash, step back; repeating over and over again attempting to survive a little longer than the other person. He could tell that Doll-Face was growing tired. Blood had started to seep through her shirt and was dripping down her legs. She wouldn’t survive. There was no way.

At one point, their weapons were knocked out of their hands and they were fighting with just their fists and feet. Doll-Face landed several hard punches to his face. He could feel the bruises forming on his cheeks and his eyes beginning to swell from the hit. He landed a few on her, but none that would immobilize her like he’d wanted. Conure threw her down and landed a few kicks to her stomach making her wail in agony. She grabbed his leg and flipped him onto his back just a few feet from his sword. He kicked at her trying to get to his weapon in the process. Two more kicks and he could feel the sword. He landed one more to her legs and the weapon was in his hand. He stood up quickly slashing back and forth with the sword, but Doll-Face already had ahold of her knife. He lunged forward thrusting his sword forward as Doll-Face spun away from the weapon only to jump to the inside jamming the knife deep into his stomach and ripping it across from left to right.

Conure’s gaze fell to his stomach as blood began pouring from him like a waterfall. He shifted his gaze back to Doll-Face who began to cackle with triumph sending shivers up and down his spine. She pulled the weapon from him and kicked him down. He hit the ground with a thud letting out an ear splitting scream. Doll-Face threw her bloody hands to her head falling to her knees at the sound. Conure pulled his hands to his stomach and pressed them hard against the gash trying to stop the bleeding, but the wound was too deep and the blood wasn’t going to stop coming.

Tears welled in his eyes and he squeezed them tightly a few drops sliding down his cheeks. His mind wasn’t even focused on him anymore. It was on Qwill. She was his whole world and they were supposed to be the last two standing, but that dream was shattered. She was going to have to go on without him. She had to be happy though. That’s all that mattered to him. Her happiness.

He could feel his body starting to get cold, but he continued to fight for life waiting for Qwill to get here. He had to see her one last time before he left this world completely. She was the only thing that mattered to him in his whole life. It was too bad he had to meet her in a place like this. Worst timing ever.

Conure let out a shuddering breath the blood starting to build up in his mouth just as Qwill came bursting through the trees. He watched as she caught sight of Doll-Face. She continued looking around spotting Conure within a few seconds. She threw herself beside him screaming in terror, as she looked him over. He squeezed his eyes shut his heart breaking inside of him. He tried to say something, but the words caught in his throat. Plus blood was making his mouth sticky and he didn’t want Qwill to see that. She pulled him into her lap brushing his hair doing her best not to cry. She deserved to cry though. The love of her life was dying in her arms, the only reaction that made sense was to cry.

”I-I’m sorry,” Conure whispered, his breathing slow and shallow. He sputtered against the blood in his mouth growing weaker and weaker with every passing minute. He thought about making some joke about how the Capital was loving this; that they were sitting on the edge of their seats biting there nails; that the women were weeping wishing that he hadn’t died such a horrible and slow death, but thought better of it. That would only make Qwill mad and he didn’t want her to hit him like she normally would. Although, he did want to see her laugh. He loved her laugh and her smile. He loved her.

”Don’t talk. Save your energy,” Qwill replied, continuing to stroke his hair. He rolled his eyes at that knowing that he wouldn’t be able to save his energy. He was dying and no matter how hard he wished he wasn’t, it was the truth. At least he got to spend his last few moments with the woman of his heart. ”I l-love yo-you, Qwill,” Conure sputtered, blood splattering across Qwill’s face as he spoke. She closed her eyes in response tilting her head back slightly as tears began to fall down her cheeks.

”You are not going to die! Conure, please. I can’t do this without you! Don’t die on me, dammnit!” She was yelling loudly at him. He smirked slightly wincing at the pain before letting his lips slide back down. He wanted to hold her, to kiss her, to tell her everything would be okay, but he couldn’t. Everything wouldn’t be okay, but one day he’d see her again and he’d love her no less than when they’d met. She just had to be happy.

He could feel the life starting to leave him. His heart was beating slower and slower and his breathing matched. The air was beginning to get cold around him and he was starting to black out, but not before he heard one last thing. ”Please don’t leave me. I love you.” A smile passed across his lips and he disappeared into the after life leaving Qwill alone to win this.

He died knowing that she loved him and he died the happiest man alive.

Arts

[x] by Shneider
[x] by Delakitty
[x] by idem
[x] by TOTOdile
[x] by Fay

Pet Treasure


Uncooked Fish

Cheap Fishing Pole

Expensive Fishing Pole

Black Tackle Box

Green Tackle Box

Pink Tackle

Yellow Tackle

Pet Friends


Qwill
"I will never stop loving you and I will win in your name."