Only the dead have seen
the end of war.
Even though I love all of my pets dearly and appreciate the multiple venues I either created, or obtained them from, I have an... obvious? Or maybe not so obvious? favorite. My spoiled rotten baby, the one and only Chuge. Isn't he adorable? Don't answer that, yes, yes he is and I know that.
Breaking into UC tiers is incredibly difficult from any viewpoint, and I'm well aware of it. I never, ever would have been able to trade for Chuge without help because 1. I'm way too attached to my permies to even consider trading them, and 2. I'm also poor and lazy and BD pets are troublesome to deal with - this lovely lady adopted out her VWN Desert Aisha to me so I could downtrade for my dreamie. Still one of the kindest things anyone has ever done for me! With that being said, I headed out to the PC and a few days later, I was able to strike a deal for Chuge. I don't regret it one bit of course, since robot jetsams are pretty important to me.
Whenever you ask people about their favorite pet, they say either UCs or babies or gesture to their hissi hoard. For me though, DESPITE my obvious love for draiks, one specific pet has always been my favorite from the first day I joined Neopets. Robot jetsams have always looked super cool and vicious to me and my goal was to be able to have one for myself. Being such an uncommon pet (even now, I feel like there are more UCs than converteds!), it took me years to reach this goal but, better late than never! I have, in my eyes, the best pet ever. I feel incredibly blessed to this day to have him in my little family. ♥
For Chuge's custom I've envisioned him as a tough sort of guy. His character matches his visual appearance: tough as nails, a curt but honest demeanor, and a natural leader. His background symbolizes the army under his command, unwavering. They march to any and all orders with the upmost faith in their commander. The meteors are to sort of show the intensity of battle with obstacles flying in his way, and the glowing effect symbolizes his raw power, in a visual way. They also make him look cool! Not like he needs any help to begin with.
Where the battle rages,
there the loyalty of the soldier is proved.
Mirale. In its native tongue, it means to endure. And endure it has, for hundreds of years this country has seen too much destruction in its time and not enough peace. It is a land surrounded by broad oceans and bordered with the most tender of beaches. The marine life sings with vigor, determined to entice any who passes by. The flora loves to relax in the sun's embrace, while the lurking fauna roam delicately in its rays.
Its people are working folk, who prefer to make their living by farming the mother earth, thanking her kindly for her abundant resources. Many are highly devout to their everlasting maker, Kal, with some girls leaving home with only a celibate vow and a picture to remember their family to devote themselves entirely to the creator spirit. Others are critical of such a religious society and the structural hierarchy of order, rejecting these ideas.
Chuge is an ancient warrior, approaching 850 years of age. He has been tested and tried against the sands of times, never faltering in his victories while learning from his failures. He travels with his loyal company, aptly named The Conquest, that he founded 300 years ago with only himself and his trusty strategist. Rallied by the call of an eternal hero who continued to prove himself for the best of humanity and Mirale, troops enlisted at a furious pace to eventually become the uncontested army it is today. Many regard him as an angel delivered to humanity from the heavens, referencing his age and uncanny wisdom.
Chosen is caught. His armor is not local and shines faintly in the glow of the sun. His various holy adornments clinks together as he shifts his position to better accommodate his bound wrists. His operation had failed, and his group was destroyed by these mystery men that seemed almost inhuman. A man he assumes is the leader observes him quietly, perched across from him with pursed lips.
Finally, the man speaks.
- You are an interesting one. Your unit, despite how disorganized it was, were bound together with a most intelligent plan from an outsider. It's too bad they were careless enough to not implement it properly. The distraction to divert my men from the backside was impressive. However, it's amusing to see how thirsty the stragglers of the Hold are for revenge.
Chosen wonders when the man would take his blade to his head. Sat besides the man's boots, it's an impressive creature, as large as him but not even half the size of the leader.
- In the end it matters not, as failure found our folly. You are doing us both a disservice by not properly disposing of me when the moment presented itself.
The man shakes his head with mirth and chuckled.
- Waste not, want not. That would definitely be a 'disservice' to me if I was so hasty. I think my company could use someone like you. I've seen your talent firsthand, and my men are smarter than the lackeys you were forced to work with.
The man walks over towards Chosen and bends down to untie his restraints. Chosen stands up and begins to rub his sore wrists. This man is undoubtedly strange, but seems to be the most competent head he's met yet in his travels. Being hired by the survivors of the Hold indicated desperation, which he was fully aware of but accepted the contract anyway. He didn't think, now certain of the identity, that he would be face to face with the man who was the reason for their collapse.
- And if refusal is my choice?
- Then refusal it is. I'd lament the arrangement that fell through between us, but would also look forward to meeting you on the battlefield once more.
Chosen stirs at these words, secretly pleased at the man's acknowledgement of his expertise. He's aware of the stories told about him, of a guardian angel sent to protect Mirale from the dangers within. If Chosen can do better with him and be good for it, everything after these moments would be worth it in the end.
- Proposal accepted, angel. I will be loyal to your company as much as I am able.
The man cringes at the title, and beckons Chosen to follow him to his horse that was waiting nearby.
- Come with me. My soldiers for this region are stationed nearby, and it would do you well to become acquainted with them. Also -- don't call me that. I do have a name.
- Understood, angel.
The man groans and waves off any more attempts to correct Chosen for now.
Let your plans be dark
and impenetrable as night,
and when you move,
fall like a thunderbolt.
Art of Chuge by annabelle1051 @ Goatlings