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Seval the Druskar
Vivo
Legacy Name: Vivo
The
Bloodred KumosOwner:
lopbunniAge: 8 years, 5 months
Born: December 15th, 2015
Adopted: 8 years, 5 months ago
Adopted: December 15th, 2015
Statistics
- Level: 14
- Strength: 35
- Defense: 35
- Speed: 32
- Health: 33
- HP: 10/33
- Intelligence: 7
- Books Read: 6
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Refreshment Concierge
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I was always a recluse.
I didn't see a need for an owner or family. I kept to myself in my forest, where 1. no one would bug me, 2. no one could tell me what to do.
Control is, I guess, the main reason I avoided other people and pets. Every time you befriend someone, a little piece of them slips into you. You have to start factoring their feelings into your actions---which I saw as, if my disdain hasn't come through clear, a pain in the ass.
Was it selfish to think this way? Probably.
Did I give a damn? No.
Life's already pretty rough when you're (technically) homeless, and so I was glad that I had no one tying me down emotionally.
I was proud, too. Proud that I was self-sufficient when so many other pets needed their owner to coddle them.
I was me. I was free.
I was alive.
Until my first fall.
It was sudden. Lancing pain through my chest, and then I was down. I struggled back to my feet only to be overcome by nausea.
For the next two hours, I vomited blood.
After the retching stopped, I stared at the soaked ground. Whenever I was wounded, I treated myself. I was competent, too---I had even managed to fix a broken limb with a bare minimum of pilfered supplies. It was because of this competence that I had a pretty clear idea of the problem.
I rubbed a paw across my front and I felt it against the wall of my chest. Likely it had been incubating, growing---perhaps even spreading, for months. A tumor.
Almost certainly malignant.
Almost certainly fatal if untreated.
I never thought too much about the afterlife. I still don't. I live in the present. But right then and there I felt fear like I'd never felt it before. It doesn't make a heartwarming or inspiring story, but it wasn't a change of heart or the magic of friendship that drove me to seek help. It was that fear.