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Viciousness
Legacy Name: Viciousness


The Bloodred Popoko
Owner: QuirkyRabbit

Age: 6 years, 5 months, 1 week

Born: November 1st, 2019

Adopted: 6 years, 5 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: November 1st, 2019

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


noun of
vicious / ˈvɪʃ əs /
noun
1. dangerously aggressive.
2. marked by violence or ferocity.
3. malicious, spiteful.
4. having the nature or quality of vice or immorality.

keabra, laperta, memestre, kamine... keabra, laperta, memestre, kamine...

One moment.

The Popoko looked into my eyes for just one moment, and now I am looking out from the eyes of this body. My anchor to this plane. I take its measure... A small, frail and wholly inadequate body. Even the slightest movement is agony. I will have to remake it. At least it has horns, and claws. Pitifully tiny ones, but tough. There is potential here. Much potential.

Now I survey my surroundings. A lone candle burns, illuminating the trappings of the ritual, and the circle through which I came still glows faintly on the ground. Behind me there is a passage, leading upward and out to some living quarters. Various other effects of the poor soul who summoned me lay around. I doubt they will be necessary.

The sound of breathing draws me into the next room. Its source is a ball of pale fur asleep on the floor. What do they call them on this plane? Minions, yes? The one before me is full of life, full of energy... and oblivious to my presence. I grant it a swift death.

As I savour the taste, I feel its life flowing into me. The pain in my limbs is replaced by a jolt of power. I savour the sweet echo of cracking as my bones adjust slightly. My spine tingles with excitement, with promise. Is my fur a shade darker than it was before? Excellent... This boost was limited and I can already feel the pain returning, but I have found the source of energy I need. I shall remake this body, and then I shall remake this world.

I must have more power. I must have more!

quid sum miser tunc dicturus?
quem patronum rogaturus,
qum vix justus sit securus?


Profile coding, art and story by me
Last paragraph: lyrics of Dies irae

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