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Hardcover
Legacy Name: Hardcover

The

Common Yaherra
Owner:

Burton

Age: 14 years, 3 months, 4 days

Born: January 19th, 2010

Adopted: 7 years, 10 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: June 4th, 2016

Statistics

Level: 2
Strength: 10
Defense: 12
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 8
Books Read: 8
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

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Zellie reaches into her pocket

to pull her wallet out. Inside the small zippered pouch on the back is her library card. The edges are worn from constant handling; she's lost count of the amount of books she's checked out. She's gone on countless adventures, from high tea with the Queen to treks on Mars on a hunt to secure the future of mankind.
It's been a while since Zellie has had the time to go to the library and she's practically vibrating with excitement. Her library card burning a hole in her pocket, she takes a right into the first aisle, and grabs the first book she sees. It's bound entirely in leather, the front embossed with a ship's wheel. When she looks up from the book, Zellie is on a ship, the sails full of wind. The warm mist lightly covering her face, Zellie breathes in the salty sea air and closes her eyes.
When she opens them again, she's back in the library. Placing the book back on the shelf, she slowly walks down towards another section. On the featured section of the Mystery novels, there's a large black book with an enlarged fingerprint under a magnifying glass, blood strategically splattered below the title. The smooth, glossy cover sends her into a dark alley. She's standing over a body, her low hat protecting her eyes from the heavy rain. She kneels down to examine the body, visually tracing the gunshot wounds. The caliber matches the gun of the killer she has been hunting for years.
Zellie stands up and places the book back on the shelf. To her right she sees the Classics section. Her eyes are drawn to a paperback with a corset on the front. Striding over, she picks the book up and traces the corset strings, eyeing the small glimpse of the woman's face that's cut off at the top.
Suddenly, Zellie is in a bright sun-room, holding a tea cup where the book used to be. Her corseted dress is exactly like the one on the cover, obstructing her breathing just enough to keep her posture properly erect. The room smells faintly of lavender. Zellie smiles and sets her teacup down on the matching saucer.
"Maybe a Sci-Fi book?" her feet moving again, she spots the sign for the Science Fiction section.
And suddenly, there it is. Directly in front of her, bound in a gilded gold with deep turquoise accents, the book has a very mysterious and attractive pull. There is no title, no author to mention. It is simply numbered, "#2759." Just to the right of the number is the gender symbol for female.
The cover is less grand as a whole; the background is a faded and chipped gold, the dark brown leather peeking through. Along the edges is a thin pattern in the same deep turquoise. A beautiful creature, demure and somber, sits at the very center of the cover. This creature, absolutely beautiful, has her head tilted downward, eyes closed. The feathers at her back cascade smoothly behind the ungulate-esque body. At the top of the head are two horns, and at the end of many feathers, much like male peacocks, are eye patterns. They are white, with black pupil-like spots, unnervingly realistic and true to human eyes.
Zellie runs her fingers down the spine of the book, and the creature moves her head.
No, that can't be possible. It's a book.

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