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heed has a minion!

Be careful you don't become the Lost Man




heed
Legacy Name: heed


The Bloodred Yaherra
Owner: wraith

Age: 7 years, 2 months, 1 week

Born: January 14th, 2017

Adopted: 4 years, 11 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: April 14th, 2019


Pet Spotlight Winner
January 27th, 2021

Statistics


  • Level: 178
     
  • Strength: 445
     
  • Defense: 421
     
  • Speed: 455
     
  • Health: 457
     
  • HP: 457/457
     
  • Intelligence: 289
     
  • Books Read: 289
  • Food Eaten: 1
  • Job: Maid


One of two demons, ruthless but calm, a beguiling mix of terror and charm. The game is afoot, and now the clock ticks, as your finery is torn by brambles and sticks. His name is Knight, and true to his title, he's loyal and agile, and really quite frightful. The silver coin flies, tumbles and twists, until upon tails it finally sits.

"Run along, now, and don't hesitate. Consider this your warning, your chance to change fate. We'll give you the count of thirty, a fair head start, no?"

And thus you turn heel, and onward you go.

And so the chase begins. You turn and run, eyes blinded by lamplight and terror, pursued by the laughter of demons. If only you can make it to the road, or perhaps the edge of the estate itself, will they follow you there?

"Run, dear quarry! And don't waste a breath! The clock ticks t'ward your moment of death!" The voice carries between the overgrown trees, echoing across the night. Foolishly, you turn your head, but your two lithe tormentors are nowhere to be seen. More cruel snickering resonates from around you as panic sets in and you continue to run.

What was that sound? Was it the wind through the canopy? Perhaps some wild animal in the undergrowth? You run and run, stumbling and staggering. Where is the road!? Where is the manor!? Where are the gates!? Surely, if you just keep running you will find something, some way to escape!

Perhaps you imagined it all? Perhaps this is just some nightmare, some terrified delusion? Perhaps you will awaken in your bed at home, safe from this madness? You turn a corner in the maze of trees, only for hope to wither on the vine: There he stands, black silk and ivory skin, a smirk on his lips and a blade by his hips.

“Dear me, sweet pawn. Have you gone astray?” Announces the figure, he steps forward, and you step back. There is a glimmer of silver as his rapier flourishes. “Surely you haven’t given up yet, there’s time still to play!” With an airy laugh, he lunges forwards. Desperate and wild, you dodge to the side, a root catches your leg and sunders you to the cold earth.

From on high, up in the trees, you hear laughter and applause. It slithers into your dazed mind as the black-clad demon circles you. “You lose round one, I’m afraid, and now, dear pawn, you must feel my blade!”

Pain arcs through your arm as the steel blade pierces your finery, staining the white silk with red. You howl in agony, and scramble away, clutching your wounded limb as you run, aloft on wings of terror!

Where do you go!? Where do you turn!? There is no path, now, just a maze of shadows and woodland stretching into the blackness. The very ground pulls at you, catching your steps, but you run onwards. And then a voice calls from the gloom; “I say, good fellow! I admire your pep, but warning be fair, you’d best watch your step!”

Too late you notice the glimmer of silver extending before you. Your legs buckle and more sharp pain blooms as your shins catch the edge of Knight’s sword. You stumble, face first into the mud, dazed, bleeding and crippled. Above you, you hear cheers, laughter, and the clap of delicate, gloved hands.

“Alas, alas, dear pawn, you appear to have lost!” Comes a voice from above… Or is it behind? Before you? To the side? You can no longer tell. In your dazed vision a pair of fine shoes appear, beside them, dyed red, the tip of a sword. “Apologies, friend, but death is the cost.”


Two of two demons, sable and white, as starkly brilliant as day and night. Their game you played, their price you paid, and now at their feet your body is laid.

Bishop and Knight, truely a pair! Their story makes for quite a scare.

“Shall we retire, my love? For the hour grows late.”

“Indeed, my dear, until the next checkmate.”




Story and avatar by User not found: liege, profile template by Lea.

Pet Treasure


Gold-Hilted Dress Rapier

White Chess Knight

Chess Board

Black Chess Knight

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