Nature
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Pet Information
Pet Name: Nature
Owner: Red
Theme / Type: Frost Haruba
Born: September 2, 2013
Gender: Male
Mood: Mad
Disease(s): Heart Sick, Bites: 3
Love Sick, Bites: 9
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 12 / 15
Strength: 18
Defense: 0
Speed: 19
Intellect: 24
Misticpower: 2
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: 9/373 [ View Books ]
1. Ancient Blight Page
2. Ancient Figure Page
3. Ancient Harvest Page
4. Ancient Incomplete Page
5. Ancient Language Page
6. Ancient Rune Page
7. Ancient Wing Page
8. Blank Ancient Page
9. Sango Reef Brochure
2. Ancient Figure Page
3. Ancient Harvest Page
4. Ancient Incomplete Page
5. Ancient Language Page
6. Ancient Rune Page
7. Ancient Wing Page
8. Blank Ancient Page
9. Sango Reef Brochure
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1254 [ View Foods ]
Pet Profile
*WIP*
"They destroyed me. It's high time I return the favor."
***
He gazed down on the scene with growing distaste, lips twitched to a scowl. It wasn't often humans crested the mountain he called home, but whenever they did, disaster followed.
Are they never contented? Nahven thought. They have taken my lands, razed the forests I planted with such care. And now they clamber up the very slopes they forced me to twenty years ago.
Frost rolled off his fur in a musty plume, sending an acrid chill down the rock-raised slope. Nahven hoped it would discourage the travelers from continuing their climb. When they stake their tents to await fair weather, I will stir a bale so fearful their grandchildren will feel the chill. The threat rang hollow in his ears, all rage and no intent, and that vexed the Haruba. Certainly these humans would be no more ardent than the last group that had the misfortune to stumble upon his territory. At the thought, a simper crossed his lips, dispelling misgiving. The Spirit of Sleet is not without power.
Truth be told, the prospect of a blizzard quite pleased Nahven. It had been too long a summer for the denizens of the village at the base of his mount. What had once been a valley blanketed by clean white snow was now a kingdom of tall grasses and sodded homes lightly peopled by men who had never felt winter's kiss. Even the trees about Nahven had donned their coats of green, scorning the idea of snow.
"Look at the beauties," a voice thick with exhaust said.
"Twenty footers, I'd wager," came another. "Might be we'll get that stable up before the hardest of the frosts hit."
They're here. A cool breeze whisked by Nahven, a manifestation of his ire. In his heart a cold thrum grew, turning into a low growl at the back of his throat. Hnnnn. HnnNNnn. In skirling voices the wind responded, ignoring the men's upstart complaints, for a moment eclipsing the force that had so taken the natural world for their own.
And soon a storm raged about them, shrill and mighty and most of all cold as the Spirit of Sleet's heart.
How I love the feel of snow, Nahven thought, as the drifts blew down in exquisite crescendo. It's quite a shame the humans will not share my mirth.
He took up a pace between two
~Adopted from Fox on Sep. 1st, 2014 @11 AM~
"They destroyed me. It's high time I return the favor."
***
He gazed down on the scene with growing distaste, lips twitched to a scowl. It wasn't often humans crested the mountain he called home, but whenever they did, disaster followed.
Are they never contented? Nahven thought. They have taken my lands, razed the forests I planted with such care. And now they clamber up the very slopes they forced me to twenty years ago.
Frost rolled off his fur in a musty plume, sending an acrid chill down the rock-raised slope. Nahven hoped it would discourage the travelers from continuing their climb. When they stake their tents to await fair weather, I will stir a bale so fearful their grandchildren will feel the chill. The threat rang hollow in his ears, all rage and no intent, and that vexed the Haruba. Certainly these humans would be no more ardent than the last group that had the misfortune to stumble upon his territory. At the thought, a simper crossed his lips, dispelling misgiving. The Spirit of Sleet is not without power.
Truth be told, the prospect of a blizzard quite pleased Nahven. It had been too long a summer for the denizens of the village at the base of his mount. What had once been a valley blanketed by clean white snow was now a kingdom of tall grasses and sodded homes lightly peopled by men who had never felt winter's kiss. Even the trees about Nahven had donned their coats of green, scorning the idea of snow.
"Look at the beauties," a voice thick with exhaust said.
"Twenty footers, I'd wager," came another. "Might be we'll get that stable up before the hardest of the frosts hit."
They're here. A cool breeze whisked by Nahven, a manifestation of his ire. In his heart a cold thrum grew, turning into a low growl at the back of his throat. Hnnnn. HnnNNnn. In skirling voices the wind responded, ignoring the men's upstart complaints, for a moment eclipsing the force that had so taken the natural world for their own.
And soon a storm raged about them, shrill and mighty and most of all cold as the Spirit of Sleet's heart.
How I love the feel of snow, Nahven thought, as the drifts blew down in exquisite crescendo. It's quite a shame the humans will not share my mirth.
He took up a pace between two
~Adopted from Fox on Sep. 1st, 2014 @11 AM~
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