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Scai has a minion!

Tarlok the Wutisthatsmell

Scai
Legacy Name: Scai

The

Bloodred Telenine
Owner:

haku

Age: 12 years, 7 months, 6 days

Born: October 8th, 2011

Adopted: 12 years, 3 weeks, 2 days ago

Adopted: April 21st, 2012

Statistics

Level: 157
Strength: 147
Defense: 122
Speed: 110
Health: 134
HP: 50/134
Intelligence: 146
Books Read: 146
Food Eaten: 15
Job: Patsy

I.II.III.IV.V.

the anti-hero

The thunder rumbled in the night, sweeping across the small, quaint swamp town lovingly known as The Pits. He eyed a downtrodden pub – the only one of its kind for miles – and its dingy sign: The Boar’s Head, with great mistrust and resignation. If he didn’t seek shelter or food now, he’d be caught in one of the worst storms of the week. He had left most of his belongings at his last motel and escaped the assassins with only a second to spare. Now, the missing Prince had only the clothes on his back and little money he gathered by pawning his royal jewelry weeks ago.

Walking up to the entrance, he noted the five other motorcycles parked next to his before pushing open the door. The warmth, stench of liquor and the aroma of hot soup hit his nostrils before he even took a step inside. A matronly cat shifter gave him a quick perusal before pointing him towards a corner booth. He sat down immediately, thankful for the temporary shelter from the downpour and biting winds. His keen senses kept tabs on the other patrons – all of whom were similarly wary of him – a vagabond wolf shifter in this little out of place town. Before long, the cat shifter moseyed back to his table and slammed the menu a bit too aggressively, biting “You got five minutes, wolf boy. And I don’t want no trouble on this side of the swamp, okay?”

He didn’t blame her. Vagabond wolves – or packless wolves – were more trouble than they were worth. They were beheld to no real authority: no alphas or Council. They had enough strength to resist the pack bond and can easily resist an Alpha’s call. Thus, they tended to be on the wilder side. Many were infamous villains, loners, or outcasts who just didn’t fit in the pack hierarchy. Scai identified with none of those labels, yet, he was perceived negatively all the same. But, after five years of being on the run, being a vagabond was certainly the most free he had ever felt in his life.

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