The Custom Galactic Kumos
Owner: Shantal

Age: 4 years, 9 months, 2 weeks

Born: November 25th, 2014

Adopted: 4 years, 9 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: November 25th, 2014

Pet Spotlight Winner
May 26th, 2016


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

Vaden found himself sinking into the water, the waves rushing over him and soaking his fur. He had never felt so heavy before, as he tried to kick his way to the surface. He figured he must have miscalculated something, since he was definitely in a body of water, rather than on the island he had wanted to land on.

His trip to Subeta had not been planned well; he had escaped from Atebus, running from the authorities who seemed to want his head on a platter. He had heard stories of Port Plunder, a place on the uncharted Omen Islands where fugitives could safely hide. No one here recognized any higher authority, not Sebastian Phoenix whose colony it was, and definitely not Calvin Blackmoon, the dictator of Atebus.

The pirates of Port Plunder had their own codes of honour while the power of the sea was the only authority the islanders recognized. As a foreigner he was in danger here too, but Vaden figured it couldn't be any worse than staying on Atebus and watching his head roll.

He had always been different. The other Galactics mostly had dark blue colouring with light blue and grey accents, as well as their golden markings. He, on the other hand, was completely black, not a trace of blue on him. Even his eyes were different, solid gold and seemingly glowing. He didn't fit in well and tended to act out, especially when he came to authority figures. Which he demonstrated exceedingly well when he insulted Calvin Blackmoon loudly and publicly. It wasn't his fault Blackmoon wore that horrible red outfit every single day. Vaden could admit though, when he was confronted about his comments, he probably shouldn't have said anything about Blackmoon crying to his dead mother...

Gasping, Vaden finally reached the surface of the water. He continued gulping at the air, his lungs still burning. His constant paddling was tiring but he knew if he stopped he would drown. Vaden had meant to look around, hopefully to find the island close to him, but the colours of the sky captured his gaze.

The sun was setting, partially hidden by clouds; the sky was streaked with so many colours! Brilliant pinks, purples, oranges, and yellows. It was so different from the dark, muted colours of space that he was used to. Not even the stars were so bright.

Even as his limbs were tiring, he couldn't look away until the sun had finished setting; he watched at the bright colours of the sky faded to a deep blue and the stars that were so familiar to him started filling the sky. As he was watching, he figured out how to float on his back. He felt relief at not having to fight the water to stay on the surface. The waves were oddly gentle, simply making him drift instead of sweeping him under the surface.

When the last of the bright colours were gone, he righted himself, once against paddling against the water. As he turned around in the water, he found himself facing land; he was chagrined to find that he was only about a half mile away from shore. He could have been on land already if he had not watched the sunset. He sighed as he started towards the shore.


Vaden stood on the shore, wet, cold, and aching. His fur was filled with sand, a wholly unpleasant feeling he wished he would never have to experience again. But since he now had to live on an island surrounded by sand and water he didn't have much hope for getting his wish.

He had nothing with him. His departure from Atebus had been so abrupt he hadn't given much thought to packing his belongings.

The jungle looked more welcoming than the beach; he headed in hoping to find a safe place to sleep.


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