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Ent_966 has a minion!

Minion the Luna Moth

Ent_966
Legacy Name: Ent_966

The

Nostalgic Lasirus
Owner:

Vinka

Age: 12 years, 6 months, 4 weeks

Born: October 8th, 2011

Adopted: 7 years, 2 months, 3 days ago

Adopted: March 3rd, 2017

Statistics

Level: 12
Strength: 29
Defense: 21
Speed: 21
Health: 20
HP: 20/20
Intelligence: 6
Books Read: 5
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Register Clerk

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Story by

Celene
Deep in the forest a small bat-like animal was perched high in a tree. He looked west eagerly, his breathing heavy, his little stomach heaving with exhaustion. He knew there was danger on its way and that rumors had been true. Loggers. Upon first glance the creature seemed to have fur, but with further inspection it was clear that it was actually wooden. It was very much moving and alive, it appeared to be part tree and part bat. His small black eyes darted back and forth, examining the treeline, and that's where he saw the signal. Purple smoke was rising and his face hardened. His name was Ent and it was his duty to protect the forest. He was related to these trees, and he could not wait idly by as they were attacked. With a swoosh of his delicate wings, he was off. He moved swiftly in the direction of the smoke, his heart pumping faster and faster.
Soon he neared the area and began to decent toward the forest floor, going in for a closer look. He heard voices, human voices, and his heart sank. It had been a long time since humans were kind to these trees. There was a loud creaking noise and Ent's eyes widened as he took in the array of machinery present. The men intended to use it to destroy his home, and the home of so many others. Ent sent out a sonic cry for help. He waited several moments before repeating the cry and then he held his breath, listening closely to the sounds of the forest. One, two, three... five responses he heard. That wasn't quite enough but it'd have to do. They would assemble at the giant oak and come up with a plan of battle. On his way, he dropped some guano onto the men below, smirking to himself. That would only be a taste of what was to come.
At the meeting place