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Funngi

(#9186902)

Level 1 Mirror

Familiar

Treehorn Wolpertinger

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

1.34 m

Wingspan

1.29 m

Weight

14.25 kg

Genetics

Rust
Poison

White
Shimmer

Rust
Underbelly

Hatchday

Dec 29, 2014
(9 years)

Breed

Hatchling
Mirror

Eye Type

Plague
Common

Level 1 Mirror

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

Funngi
Mushroom or Toadstool?

Funngi is one of the beloved hatchlings of the Cottontail Clan, she can often be found playing with her best friends, Adaubergine, Squish, Happley, Kiwhee, Plumpkin and Awwberry.

Visitors to the clan are often warned that this youngster is... a little funny.
Those expecting a good sense of humor often find themselves sorely mistaken when Funngi comes snarling by.

Born in the wandering contagion, the small Mirror made her way between roving packs, hunting alongside whoever happened to be in the area at the time. Communication was infrequent and while parents did offer some assistance to their young hatchlings, any care melted away as she failed to grow alongside her siblings.

Life was harsh, fighting for food, shelter, for a place in the pack. Some days she battled with beastclan, some days it was packmates, and many times it was starvation she fought, her empty belly gnawing a hole in her as she shivered on the dirt.
She learned many things. To be wary of everything. That the world was unforgiving. That all you had was what you could swallow before it was ripped away again. That being the runt was a slow death, no matter how hard you fought.

When she met the hatchlings, all she knew how to be was hostile. A pack, but of runts like herself. At last, a pack that she could lead! She agreed to go with them, despite a clear discomfort on both sides. A comforting touch on the shoulder would send her whipping around, spittle flying as she snarled, instinctively lunging for the throat.

For weeks she tried to discern who exactly was the alpha, so she could finish them. Was it the vibrant yellow spiral? Of the red Coatl, he was the biggest. She attacked, badly wounding Squish and hurting several of the others. She watched as they stopped fighting her to help each other. Their concern for each other was alien to her, but suddenly and overwhelmingly it dawned that she wanted to be a part of it, so badly. Too late, she realized that this pack wasn't controlled by strength. It was held together by bonds of love and friendship. Something she had cut herself out of with her own teeth and claws.

Funngi was horrified. She realized what she had done. Here was a pack who offered her a place, not as a runt to take out their anger on, but as an equal. She had been handed a life where she no longer had to fight for every meal, for the right to exist, and she had spat it in their faces. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know what sorry meant, nor how to show it. She fled, burning with things she'd never knew she could feel.
Shame, regret, loss.

Alone, by the edge of a cliff she stopped, and howled, a wailing, racking sob she couldn't stop. It echoed through the canyon, and the hatchlings heard. And they knew. Poured into that howl was so much pain and regret, their fear and frustration was washed away, replaced by understanding. At last, they understood each other. Helping those who had been wounded, they chased after the howls.

There by the cliff, they confronted the rabid Mirror. Funngi couldn't bring herself to look them in the eye as they surrounded her, keeping her face downcast, resigned to face death, for, what more was there for her in this world?

But, no blows came. No teeth or claws. Squish gently licked a scratch on the side of her cheek. Funngi whined, desperately seeking to communicate a concept she'd never even felt, let alone learned to voice. They understood.

Now, the group lives together back in Dragonhome. Funngi remains wild by nature, though she tries her best not to hurt anyone. Speech eludes her, and she communicates mostly in snarls, barks and snorts, depending on her mood. While some things do set her off, such as a large dragon accidentally looming over her, or unexpected physical contact, she is apologetic about any damage she does when she instinctively lashes out. She doesn't sleep cuddling up as the rest of the hatchlings do, preferring to sleep a short distance apart, watching the door, guarding her pack. The others understand that even sleeping with her back to them is a huge step for her, and they're glad to have that much of her trust.

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