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Myth the Legacy
Myth the Legacy
Fables_630
Legacy Name: Fables_630
The
Reborn DevontiOwner:
ViperfaceAge: 13 years, 4 months, 1 day
Born: January 3rd, 2011
Adopted: 13 years, 3 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: January 10th, 2011
Pet Spotlight Winner
July 12th, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 0/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, a handsome prince lived in an enchanted castle. His Kingdom was called Areathia, a beautiful and politically correct place where fairies frolicked and mockingbirds sang exquisitely arranged show tunes every morning.
Despite all the wonderful things that surrounded them, the King and the Queen were not happy. Their only son was the successor to the crown, but something wasn't quite right. To be frank, the prince was exceedingly un-princelike. The young man was terrified of horses, lacked any skill with a blade, and could not hunt with much success - even when he did find an animal, he refused to hurt it, sending the creature on its way. Instead of manly pursuits, he enjoyed waltzes, boring political talks, and combing his long hair. The prince was the exact opposite of the King, a burly man who ruled his kingdom fairly but with strict laws. The King and Queen despaired; if the prince grew up and took the crown, who would take their kingdom seriously? They could do nothing, however, and the prince lived blissfully unaware of their troubles.
One day, the prince was indulging in his favorite activity: knitting. He had created a beautiful scarf out of fine unicorn hair that he had plucked himself, and the shimmery accessory was a wonderful sight to behold. Giddy with pride, the prince raced down the stairs to show his mother. Upon presenting the gift, the Queen snapped. It was the metaphorical last straw that broke the camel's back, and the beautiful woman flew into a rage. She threw her son's gift to the ground and called for the guard, who grabbed the weak prince up and began to march him out of the castle. The Queen followed quickly in their wake, crying out, "My son! You are too weak to rule! Go out into the forest and make your own way. Return in three full moons with a princess, or we shall have your cousin take your place."
The prince was horrified, and though he begged and pleaded for his mother to reconsider, he was ungraciously tossed from the castle, its huge wooden doors slamming shut behind him. Alone, frightened, and useless, the prince began to wander through the dense forest. A princess, where would he find a princess in three short months?
The day drew to its end, and the prince collapsed in a miserable heap. In a few hours, he'd fallen into quicksand, been attacked by an angry mother bear and her cubs, had been bitten at by what felt like a hundred mosquitoes, and while all of these horrible things happened, he'd been falling and flailing like a village idiot. Sitting by himself, cold and pathetic, the prince began to pick sticks out of his hair, attempting to straighten his crown with the last shreds of his dignity. "What shall I do now?" He moaned, staring glumly at the forest around him.
From the bushes, something stirred, rattling menacingly. The prince gasped, falling from his perch and cowering. There was nothing friendly in these forests, he'd decided not too long ago, no doubt this thing wanted to maim him and gobble him up!
"Why are you trying to hide? You're kind of hard to miss."
Hannon looked up slowly, eyes wide. The voice was human, and snarky to boot. "I thought you were a ruffian, or a bear." He said quietly, slowly getting back to his seat.
The man laughed, standing akimbo in front of the prince. "Who said I wasn't? What's your name?"His eyebrows raised, eyes focused on the crown. The more the prince looked, the more he feared this might be true - the man was dressed roughly, but he had an air of charm and dashing around him, the true mark of a cunning thief.
"Hannon. Prince Hannon." The prince said weakly, wondering what he'd gotten himself into.
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Despite all the wonderful things that surrounded them, the King and the Queen were not happy. Their only son was the successor to the crown, but something wasn't quite right. To be frank, the prince was exceedingly un-princelike. The young man was terrified of horses, lacked any skill with a blade, and could not hunt with much success - even when he did find an animal, he refused to hurt it, sending the creature on its way. Instead of manly pursuits, he enjoyed waltzes, boring political talks, and combing his long hair. The prince was the exact opposite of the King, a burly man who ruled his kingdom fairly but with strict laws. The King and Queen despaired; if the prince grew up and took the crown, who would take their kingdom seriously? They could do nothing, however, and the prince lived blissfully unaware of their troubles.
One day, the prince was indulging in his favorite activity: knitting. He had created a beautiful scarf out of fine unicorn hair that he had plucked himself, and the shimmery accessory was a wonderful sight to behold. Giddy with pride, the prince raced down the stairs to show his mother. Upon presenting the gift, the Queen snapped. It was the metaphorical last straw that broke the camel's back, and the beautiful woman flew into a rage. She threw her son's gift to the ground and called for the guard, who grabbed the weak prince up and began to march him out of the castle. The Queen followed quickly in their wake, crying out, "My son! You are too weak to rule! Go out into the forest and make your own way. Return in three full moons with a princess, or we shall have your cousin take your place."
The prince was horrified, and though he begged and pleaded for his mother to reconsider, he was ungraciously tossed from the castle, its huge wooden doors slamming shut behind him. Alone, frightened, and useless, the prince began to wander through the dense forest. A princess, where would he find a princess in three short months?
The day drew to its end, and the prince collapsed in a miserable heap. In a few hours, he'd fallen into quicksand, been attacked by an angry mother bear and her cubs, had been bitten at by what felt like a hundred mosquitoes, and while all of these horrible things happened, he'd been falling and flailing like a village idiot. Sitting by himself, cold and pathetic, the prince began to pick sticks out of his hair, attempting to straighten his crown with the last shreds of his dignity. "What shall I do now?" He moaned, staring glumly at the forest around him.
From the bushes, something stirred, rattling menacingly. The prince gasped, falling from his perch and cowering. There was nothing friendly in these forests, he'd decided not too long ago, no doubt this thing wanted to maim him and gobble him up!
"Why are you trying to hide? You're kind of hard to miss."
Hannon looked up slowly, eyes wide. The voice was human, and snarky to boot. "I thought you were a ruffian, or a bear." He said quietly, slowly getting back to his seat.
The man laughed, standing akimbo in front of the prince. "Who said I wasn't? What's your name?"His eyebrows raised, eyes focused on the crown. The more the prince looked, the more he feared this might be true - the man was dressed roughly, but he had an air of charm and dashing around him, the true mark of a cunning thief.
"Hannon. Prince Hannon." The prince said weakly, wondering what he'd gotten himself into.
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Pinto. Overlay/art by Jackdog. Click link for full size. Other art by User not found: leazilla.Story, character design, and OC by me.