Pet Name: Lost
Owner: shiver
Theme / Type: Apocalyptic Obsideon
Born: December 6, 2007

MisticPal Name: Poop.
MisticPal Age: 4508 Days

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Level: 3
Hit Points: 5 / 5
Strength: 6
Defense: 3
Speed: 3
Intellect: 2
Misticpower: 8

Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0

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Thanks, Zen!
I belong to shiver.

It's one of the darkest days in the history of time. The air is daftly humid, making it terribly difficult to breathe. It's chilly enough to require some form of heavy coat, but you didn't think of that as your curiosity was piqued by a queer howling that sounded as if it were perhaps nearby. There aren't any wolves in this area, but you were pretty sure of one's presence. Speak of the devil, there's some heavy movement in the trees to your left. There was no time now to run back and find a coat - the creature has to be close. What if it's a werewolf?, you think with an amused smirk. Hello?, you call out, as if you'll get an answer from a beast.

You hear growling, though faintly, as if it could have been an over-active imagination. Only then did you notice powerful winds - you were too distracted by the possibility of a foreign creature. The wind's rustling through the trees throws chills down your spine. It sounds much like some sort of freakish moaning. You think you see the gleam of eyes in the trees. Fear clutches your throat and you want to turn back to your lonely house, but you're frozen in place. The trees rustle again, and you swear it isn't the wind this time. Your lips begin to tremble as you hear guttural breathing behind you. You don't want to turn around - the raw, human despair prevents you from doing so.

"Run," a deep, but feminine voice, snarls. You can't even choke out the gasp of fear that lay in the back of your throat. All of a sudden, your chilled nose catches a brief, fleeting whiff of rot. Summoning your bravery, you spin around, but there's nothing there. You want to laugh at your stupidity, but the voice was too real. Huge goosebumps on your arm appear as if they want to pop off. The hairs on your arm stand more on end than you've ever seen. What the hell?, you think, tempted to collapse. You figure it'd be best the heed the voice's command, nightmare or not. Stumbling blindly back to the comfort and safety of your house, you hear howling again - it can't be the wind. You slam the door into place, letting out a sigh of relief as the lock assuredly clicks into place. Such a flimsy door probably couldn't stop whatever it was that was out there, but it's a mentality thing. The darkness feels as if it's eating you alive, but you don't dare turn on any light. It's probably best that you go back to bed now. After all, it was only a nightmare, right..?

mordacity says alright, but you say you had run a rebellion before? Hm. Wish I had known about before your life took a turn. *snarls*

mordacity says The dread king, eh? Sounds more entertaining than I originally thought. And you say this was the past? A shame it isn't know...

mordacity says *smirk* So you are smarter than you look and act... *growls* Which means you are... maybe... a dangerous enemy. Tell me fool, and perhaps I can help. Why isn't it now?

mordacity says I know you are not that stupid, Lost. I have seen some of your plans for an attack... *sly smile* And who is the enemy? Perhaps I will enjoy this.

mordacity says Yes, ah, you are. *raises eyebrow, amused*

mordacity says I thought you may want to know that you are chewing on your own foot...Does that hurt at all?!

Phatal says I would be honored

Phatal says I see. When do we attack?

Phatal says How do we do that? King Sa'voc probably has many guards. The 2 of us cant do it alone

Phatal says Yes. Tell me the master plan boss

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