Jest
Brisk - Oblivious - Shameless
Pet Information
Pet Name: Jest
Owner: Kiraatwood
Theme / Type: Voodoo Zisscor
Born: July 22, 2010
Gender: Male
Collection: 4
Mood: Mad
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 4 / 4
Strength: 2
Defense: 3
Speed: 3
Intellect: 5
Misticpower: 3
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: 1/353 [ View Books ]
1. Cheran Myths
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 32/1155 [ View Foods ]
1. - Albino Pomme
2. - Albino Pommekin
3. - Arctic Pomme
4. - Bat Pomme
5. - Cactus Drink
6. - Cheran Pomme
7. - Coconut Pomme
8. - Comeil Pomme
9. - Dark Chocolate Milkshake
10. - Daydream Pomme
11. - Draklaita Pomme
12. - Dried Up Cactus Drink
13. - Frozen Pine Pomme
14. - Ginger Pommepadour
15. - Haruba Pomme
16. - Heart Pomme
17. - Izabel Pomme
18. - Mandoran Pomme
19. - Na Pomme
20. - Noir Pomme
21. - Panju Pomme
22. - Pearl Pomme
23. - Phelocan Pomme
24. - Pomme Juice
25. - Pomme Pilot
26. - Pomme Pomme
27. - Pomme Poultry
28. - Pommeaid
29. - Quari Pomme
30. - Scorpion on a Stick
31. - Seasonal Candy Cane
32. - Woodland Pomme
2. - Albino Pommekin
3. - Arctic Pomme
4. - Bat Pomme
5. - Cactus Drink
6. - Cheran Pomme
7. - Coconut Pomme
8. - Comeil Pomme
9. - Dark Chocolate Milkshake
10. - Daydream Pomme
11. - Draklaita Pomme
12. - Dried Up Cactus Drink
13. - Frozen Pine Pomme
14. - Ginger Pommepadour
15. - Haruba Pomme
16. - Heart Pomme
17. - Izabel Pomme
18. - Mandoran Pomme
19. - Na Pomme
20. - Noir Pomme
21. - Panju Pomme
22. - Pearl Pomme
23. - Phelocan Pomme
24. - Pomme Juice
25. - Pomme Pilot
26. - Pomme Pomme
27. - Pomme Poultry
28. - Pommeaid
29. - Quari Pomme
30. - Scorpion on a Stick
31. - Seasonal Candy Cane
32. - Woodland Pomme
Pet Profile
The Joker. The Trickster.
The one who laughs at your pain. The one who will to anything for a good prank.
Sometimes he can take it too far.
* * *
He lurked in the shadows; it was the most familiar thing to him in this strange world. His eyes glittered their familiar bloody and tainted red, flashing wildly as he glanced in every direction. Jest's forked tongue slid out from his mouth, one of the still snake-like features he had when he was in his Human form.
He tentatively tasted the air, and regretted his course of action as soon as he did so. Jest sucked his tongue back into his mouth quickly, gagging on the putrid scent of the nearby road. Rotting garbage wafted its horrible odor just a few feet away from his. He wrinkled his nose in disgust.
Humans have always been filthy. He reminded himself, still coughing at the smell.
He creeped closer to the road, slinking out to the edge of the shadows. It was nighttime; of course. He was naturally nocturnal, the daylight blinded him and hurt his sensitive eyes. Plus, there were less people around late at night. The world was a quieter place in the dark.
His heart lurched in fear as he edged to the very end of the shadows. His gaze was locked on the lightpost just ten feet away; he would have to make a quick dash for it in order not to be seen.
Sighing, he cleared his mind. Ready... With his mind set, he lunged. He leaped high into the air effortlessly, a useful skill of his. Less than a second later, he was crouching on top of the lightpost.
People never bothered looking up at the lightpost, and Jest made sure not to move a single inch, so he remained unnoticed. He had an uncanny talent of staying unseen, of blending into the cloud. It was the closest thing one could get to being invisible; to become so well-blended that no one would give a second glance.
Jest stared down at the scenery beneath him, searching. The corners of his mouth twitched disdainfully into a frown.
Where is one? It's late, but there's usually at least one around... Jest frowned, concentrating. He continued searching for another few minutes, until at once he located was he was searching for.
A lone child; an unfortanate being, living in the slums of the town. The child kept glancing backwards, eyebrows furrowing anxiously.
Jest's heart burst with a sense of success. His eyes gleamed hungrily. My next victim.
He closed his eyes and leaped down. He landed just in front of the walking child.
Jest analyzed the child. It was a boy; a young one, probably no older than 10. The child had beach blonde hair and curious blue eyes. The boy was so obviously scared of being alone, but it was a familiar fear. One that he dealt with every single day. He looked emotionally strong, and ready to face anything.
Jest smiled, a charming smile that seemed to help melt the child's fear away. "Hey, my name's Jest. Do you like to play?"
The boy raised his eyebrows. "P-play?"
Jest laughed. His laugh was brilliant and rich; lush with the glee of a young child at play, with a touch of a more sophisticated and mature laugh as well. It was contagious, and seconds later the boy was giggling as well. "Yes, of course silly! Come with me, and we can play!" Jest reached out his open hand, gesturing for the kid to follow.
The boy reached for the hand, but stop in mid-air. He was still hesitant and unsure. Jest knew how desperate the boy was, and how naturally trusting that children were. Jest gave another warm and inviting smile, and the boy caved. He grabbed Jest's hand.
Jest kept a firm hold on the kid, utterly pleased that he had got his victim so easily. Gotcha.
He promises young troubled children their wildest wishes, taking them away to his Land of Dreams. In reality, they are beaten and subjected to cruel and harsh punishments, broken to physically and mentally until they are begging for an end. He feels like he is doing them a favor at this point, and makes a meal of them. After all, what's a meal without some games beforehand?
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