Sentella has a minion!

Minion the Sheepphug


The Reborn Lain
Owner: Shantal

Age: 6 years, 2 months, 2 weeks

Born: April 20th, 2014

Adopted: 6 years, 2 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: April 20th, 2014

Pet Spotlight Winner
March 27th, 2015


  • Level: 268
  • Strength: 671
  • Defense: 671
  • Speed: 667
  • Health: 667
  • HP: 647/667
  • Intelligence: 83
  • Books Read: 83
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


He liked the sound of the winter wind echoing from the shoulders of the mountains. The lightning generated from his core kept him warm and comfortable in a nest of his creation. He liked that even more. The very best feature of his chosen home, though, was the sheer cliff face that even the boldest explorer could not scale. The evergreen in which he nested had been a sapling long before the first club-dragging caveman ever thought to settle this far north.

He had a view of half the range, all the way to the edge of the human dwelling. The forest that stretched to the base of his home dwelling was bare of leaves, branches tangled in a pattern too intricate for even his strong eyes to fully unravel.

The early risers were emerging from their cabins of wood, milking their cows and gathering sticks to rebuild their fires. He thought of them as ants on two legs, barely worth his notice. Squalling infants turned into sticky-fingered children who would not hesitate to disturb a nest. The adults were so many puppets to a distant king too feeble to even visit the far realms he claimed to rule. Even animals had better defenses in teeth and claws. Take away a human's tools and the strongest may as well lie down beside the infant and squawk.

They believed him a spirit from another world and he did nothing to discourage the rumor. The human mind could not hope to grasp the entirety of nature's variations.

His eyes locked on a speck of unnatural color moving through the pristine snow. The man wore an orange coat and carried a bundle on his back, using a stick he'd hacked from a dormant tree to poke the ground before taking each step. The lightning around Sentella grew, crackling with the heat of his anger. He thought he had made it clear to these intruders of the valley that they were not welcome!

His mind was not as rash as his body. He waited, allowing the man to reach the base of the cliff, even giving him a chance to start the ascent with his iron-spiked boots. He waited for a fall that would give the man pain not easily forgotten but not enough to kill.

The man's reaction was predictable as Sentella shot down from the heights of the evergreen, screeching his defiance and allowing the lightning to swarm over his sleek brown feathers. The tips glowed an intense blue that was painful to look at for long. The man cried out, scrabbling uselessly for a hold as his pack was torn away by razor claws, leaving him nothing but the unforgiving ground to land on.

"Your kind is not welcome here!" Sentella swooped, grazing his claws over the man's cheek, coming in again to rip his jacket to shreds. "Leave this place and never return!"

The man held up a hand, trying to fend off the blows that were too rapid for him to follow. "Please. I only wanted to see you, the bird of legend. I have heard so many stories, from the time I was a small boy."

"Then surely you know that I am a creature of seclusion, not one of your zoo animals fawning on humans for a treat." He called on the power of the sky, creating a fantastic storm that thrust its energy into the ground just above the man's head. The man flinched, trying to scramble to his feet and falling back with a cry of pain.

"Please, I mean you no harm. I only need a minute to catch my breath."

Sentella perched on a branch, glaring down as the man continued to struggle. The frost began to melt as he called up more lightning to fend off the cold. He hated being cold almost as much as he hated this weak creature that forced him to leave the comfort of his nest.

The man made it to his feet at last, the stick in his hand a crutch that barely kept him on his feet. His progress was infuriatingly slow, checked often when his feet stumbled over a hidden dip in the land. Sentella considered blasting the nuisance and putting an end to the whole episode, but then more pesky humans were sure to come seeking the body. A walk that had taken two hours in the morning now required a half-day. The man made it only so far as the first house of the village before he collapsed.

Sentella swopped into the air, the rush of wind clearing his mind. He unleashed a burst of power into the clouds, creating a terrifying show for those villagers who came out to collect the traveler. They were still cowering from the peals of thunder as he tucked himself into a newly formed nest, teasingly caressing a slender bolt before him with a wingtip.


Story by Pureflower
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