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Talon the Pumpkite


The Custom Reborn Feli
Owner: Death

Age: 12 years, 6 months, 2 weeks

Born: July 3rd, 2006

Adopted: 12 years, 6 months, 2 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: July 3rd, 2006 (Legacy)

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January 12th, 2018


  • Level: 21
  • Strength: 33
  • Defense: 30
  • Speed: 27
  • Health: 25
  • HP: 25/25
  • Intelligence: 9
  • Books Read: 9
  • Food Eaten: 2
  • Job: Kennel Cleaner

I'm only 28; the war of 2134 was long before my time. For that I'm grateful, because if it wasn't, I'd be fighting in it.

You see, us Chimeras were created as humanity's answer to war. Create something that's only half-man, and suddenly sending it off to die isn't really that bad.

Other ethical issues aside, their biggest mistake with that was giving us the ability to think and feel just as men do. When you look past our animalistic appearances (which really aren't even that animalistic) we're essentially the same.

Which brings us to the reason why people like me -- a lynx-domestic cat hybrid -- are no longer used as canon fodder, and are given all the same rights as humans are.

Okay, scratch that last part. We're still considered second-class.

And why is that, you're probably wondering?

It's simple.


They're afraid of us. Not all of us, mind you. Just those of us spliced with wild animals. It doesn't matter if that wild animal is a herbivore, or an insectivore, or some other creature without a predatory bone in its body -- if you're animal side isn't a domestic creature, you are considered wild and dangerous.

That is, unless you have a mild-altering datachip installed in the base of your brain. With the chip they control our thoughts, and what they can't control they eliminate. We are not allowed freedom within our own minds.

Of course, this is where people like I come in.

Far beneath the city there is a place called the Dredge. People on the surface say it's a lawless place, a place where vile scum rum amok, doing as they please. I'll tell you otherwise: it's a place where people -- human and Chimera -- are allowed freedom. In fact, the Dredge is the opposite of a place filled with vile scum; it's incredibly safe, and they keep it so by keeping it well hidden. I'm one of the few who know how to get there, and I aid other Wilds in getting to the Dredge.

I never really wanted to do this, and to be honest, I feel terrible about it. I hate this job. I hate watching out for people, but it's the legacy my family left behind, and I feel obligated to continue their work until they return. Or until I find out what befell them, which is far more likely.

There is a problem for me now, though, and it's bigger than every issue I've ever encountered. You see, I took in this fellow named Tar, thinking that he was just another Chimera looking for a safe place to call home. Technically I wasn't wrong, but I thought he was just a normal Wild. Turns an entirely new Chimera -- a shapeshifter. Worse, his brain is attached to the most horrifying restrainment chip of all -- a chip that allows a rogue supercomputer to take hold of him and use him as its puppet. It's hellbent on the destruction of all organic life, and wants to use him as it's great, all-destroying sword.

If I take him down to the Dredge they might be able to help him. Keyword, might. But the trip is long and dangerous, and I don't know how worth it is to risk it just for a might.

Even more horrible than the fact that I hate my job is the fact that I don't want to help him anymore. It was different when I thought he was a jackal. Now that I know the truth, he just terrifies me.

He says don't be afraid, that he can fight it enough to prevent it from doing me harm. But you know what?

I'm afraid.


[ everything but overlay by Death. Overlay by Alphys. ]

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