Pet Information

Pet Name: Thing
Owner: Courdon
Theme / Type: Swamp Kohal
Born: January 5, 2010
Gender: Male

Battle Portal Stats

Level: 10
Hit Points: 10 / 10
Strength: 10
Defense: 3
Speed: 7
Intellect: 11
Misticpower: 4

Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0

Attached Weapons

Books Read

Books Read: 10/373 [ View Books ]

Exotic Foods Eaten

Foods Eaten: 25/1254 [ View Foods ]

Pet Profile

Had he felt the icy wind, Thing might have been shivering with the cold. But, the shakes that racked his blocky form were caused by a deeper malady. Thing had no home, the Ice Queen had banished him, for so small an offense that it was dim memory in his befuddled little brain. Something about drawing on the wall.
He had walked for so long that it was all he knew now. Then ahead in a dense grove of trees he spied a flickering light. Shadows passed before it, perhaps they could tell him where to go now?
Thing crept forward, attracted to (yet afraid) of the sound of laughter and the smell of pommekin soup. A lanturn yexil bound past him, holding what appeared to be a shield of some sort. A low voice grumbled, "give it here scoundrel!" This came from a battle scarred overgrown obsideon who nearly blended with the greenery that surrounded him.
There was laughter again, a woman`s this time, "see here!" she cried in mock sternness, and pulled the shield from the grinning yexil`s mouth. Who flopped over with a chuckle and offered his belly for a good scratch.
Thing continued to creep forward, then help himself to hot soup. "What have we here?" this voice came from a stignightus who lay stretched out by the campfire, a bright turquoise frog perched on her antlers.
He looked up with soup on his muzzle," nothing!" he stammered, "nothing at all!"
With a roar, the Obsideon fetched him up by the tattered bow around his neck, "a Boreal Minion would be my guess" he snarled. Thing wriggled weakly, his strength abandoning him in glowing stare of the warrior.
"Warlocke!" At his name War looked away and Thing was able to kick free.
"It`s a Kohal, I believe." The woman said and scooped him up in mid retreat, then regarded him thoughtfully. She was uncommonly tall and wore her hair in a single thick braid, her clothes wear colorful and fascinating to him (after the darkness of the castle.) Carefully, she placed him on the ground, and nudged the bowl of pommekin soup towards him. "It`s yours. My name is Gypsy and you are welcome here." After making the astounding statement, Gypsy began tying a bandage back into place on Warlocke`s foreleg. "After War regains his strength, we`re moving on. Perhaps to Ravi-Soran. Then?" She smiled,"who knows?"

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Thing