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Sophi
Legacy Name: Sophi

The Galactic Montre
Owner: TwilightFox0

Age: 14 years, 11 months, 3 weeks

Born: March 28th, 2011

Adopted: 14 years, 8 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: June 27th, 2011

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 2
   
• Books Read: 2
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

Sophi; Outside the window/ The moon shines above

Sophi sat quietly at her small dining room table, working and humming an old song. Well, if anyone asked, she'd say she was working all night, but all she had to show for her work was a pile of orange peels and a used tea-cup of somewhat questionable contents. She looked around at her new house, which was still a mess. She had managed to move the mess on the table to on top of her desk and the storage cabinet, so she could put on a new table cloth. Ta-da....

She looked around with a growing dissatisfaction in her. If only the house wasn't so messy, if only her friends weren't coming next month, if only she had more energy to clean, if only she had more time to clean. Sophi felt the if only's pile up inside of her and spread to all her fingers, toes, and wing tips. She was sure they had even spread to her ear tips, which only caused her think of her hair. She really need to take a shower, which caused her to remember her greying hair.

If Sophi had been a louder individual, she would have yelled in frustration, but she wasn't a loud individual. She was rather quiet and reserved. She reached over to pet her cat minion, only to have it bit her.

"Bah", Sophi grumbled, as she pushed back her chair and stood up. Her growing dissatisfaction infecting her further and further. She hadn't the energy to fit it. She smiled sadly, usually she'd just pretend she was happy and eventually get over it. Maybe it was the rain or the being alone all day. Who knew?

"I certainly don't," Sophi said to herself.

She got up and walked outside. She could see the winter rain down-pouring from her porch. She sat on the porch swing and looked out into the wet night. She fingered her new jacket. She had been so proud when she bought it a few weeks ago. It was a soft wool and name brand, plus she got it at an incredible deal. Name-brand had been so important when she was in high school, when her parents couldn't afford it. But Sophi had a new job, and she could afford it now.

She pulled her legs up to her chest and laid her head on her knees, watching the rain from an angle. She closed her eyes to the night and just listened. The if only's swirled and danced in her mind. Unspoken words shimmered and burned brightly in the land of regrets. She felt every small thing pile up and get heavier.

Sickness; Stars all nestled down/ In their cozy cloud cover;

"I'm so sick of my life," Sophie sighed, feeling guilty for uttering the words as she spoke them. She sat in the swing, letting the cool night wind push the swing and the rain drown out her thoughts.

An arctic gust came out of nowhere and pushed the swing a bit harder than normal. Sophi hugged her knees closer to her body and borrowed into her coat further. She heard Fluffy, her Misfortune she got from the pound recently, jump down from an old dresser stored on the porch and run off.

Slowly she opened her eyes and her body slightly tensed as a lazy thought crept through her body. She got the feeling she wasn't quite alone anymore. But that was crazy. She looked out at the rain pelting down in the flooded puddles in her yard. No one would be crazy enough to be out in this weather. Why even her Mallarchy neighbors were inside.

Her body went ridged in surprise: standing in front of her was a Glacier Paralix, albeit a sopping wet one. She watched, transfixed, as the rain fell on his body and followed his muscles and curves to the ground. She was vaguely surprised the rain didn't turn to ice.

The Arctic Chirrup riding on his horn, flew and perched on the back of the swing Sophi where she was sitting. He started to make frantic chiruping noises. It was his noise that broke the spell. Sophi knew something was definitely wrong. She abruptly stood up and stared at the strange, who regarded her cooly with vague eyes.

"Can I help you?" Sophi asked was she watched the Glacier Paralix warily. She slowly inched closer to the pile of old tools and other things waiting to be hauled off to the scrap yard when he came to stand under the porch, close to the door of her house. She was pretty sure there was a crow bar or something heavy in the pile.

"Sick of your life," the Paralix spoke softly, almost to himself. "I've never cured that before. Usually it's the other way around with sickness. Life is generally sick of the Subetian it inhibits. Broken wings, roiting horns, and other maladies are common enough, but sickness of life. Usually zombies come to me to cure them, not the other way around. No I don't believe I've ever cured that before."

An icy dread began to take hold of Sophi as it began to dawn on her who was standing under her porch, dripping rain with cerulean blue eyes, and blocking the path to her door.

"No," Sophi gasped in breathless terror. "It can't be...Clegg?"

She stopped inching towards a possible weapon. It would be useless. Stupid! Hadn't she always been told to be careful what she said or wished for. How many times had her mother warned her that she never knew who could be listening? Her mind began racing, she could hear him mumbling more to himself about diseases and such.

"Haha," Sophi laughed neversouly out loud, hoping to distract the terror clad in all white. "It's just a turn of the phrase, Clegg. Silly, I'm perfectly healthy! Couldn't be better, so you had better be off. I'm sure you are on your way to something....important."

Panic was beginning to set in as Clegg stared at Sophi. He hadn't really heard a word she said.

"If you dare do anything to me, Clegg..." Sophi racked her brain for an appropriate threat, "I'll....tell your mother."

"Ah, we were are our way to see Mother, weren't we Chirrup?" Clegg said, turning his attention to the Arctic Chirrup, who had strangely gone quite. "What were we suppose to bring again? Was it wine? No, mother doesn't drink. Maybe some potatoes?" Clegg continued to rattle on the list as he turned to leave. The Arctic Chirrup, flying after him.

Sophi watched in relief as Clegg started down the driveway. His pants hems getting a little less white with every muddy puddle Clegg absentmindedly walked through. She sighed in relief, vowing to be more careful with her words...till she saw her reflection. Gone was the Galatic Montre, replaced by a Graveyard Antlephore.

"Freaking A."

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