Critter Menagerie
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Species: Gallus equus magenta
(Common Name: Chocobo – Pink Morph)
Given Name: Reise
Sex: Female
Age: ~14 years
Origin: Ul’dah – Gladiator Guild Breeding Initiative
Genetic Mutation: Erythrophenic Plumal Mutation~
(resulting in vibrant pink feathering)
Height (at shoulder): 6 fulms, 2 ilms
Weight: ~278 ponze
Wingspan (vestigial): 2.3 yalms
Feathers: Bright magenta with faded rose underlay
Beak: Pale gold with sunset blush near base
Eyes: Amber-gold with black horizontal slit pupil
Notable Markings: Starburst pattern on breast, unique to Reise
Preferred Diet: Highland millet (roasted); Rolanberries (dried); Softroot blend mash (morning only)
Loves: Cactuar Jerky, forbidden but given as a rare treat
Temperament & Behavior
Temperament Classification: Type IV (Protective-Companion Class)
Disposition: Highly intelligent, emotionally intuitive
Protective of bonded individuals
Tends to guide or herd smaller animals—has taken a mentorship role at the sanctuary
Known Vocalizations:
“Thrumm” – contentment or greeting
“Rreek!” – alarm or territory warning
“Chut-chut-chut” – mimicry of human speech pattern when excited
Reise has been with me since my earliest days in Ul’dah, back when I was just starting out at the Gladiator’s Guild. While most trainees got standard chocobos, I was paired with a tiny chick covered in vibrant pink feathers—a rare mutation. I was smitten from the start. I named her Reise, and we’ve been inseparable ever since.We trained side by side—through deserts, battlefields, and wild lands—and she quickly became more than a mount. She’s my battle partner, my travel companion, and one of the fiercest protectors I know. Over the years, she’s faced down beasts and bandits alike, always at my side.Despite all that, Reise has a gentle heart. She senses when I’m hurting and always finds a way to comfort me. These days at the sanctuary, she acts as a guardian and guide for the other animals, keeping the peace and helping me on my rounds.I care for her daily—cleaning her feathers, feeding her favorite snacks, and talking to her like I would a close friend. And she responds in kind, with soft warbles and loving nudges.Reise isn’t just a companion—she’s family. A symbol of loyalty, love, and everything I’ve fought to protect. I don’t know who I’d be without her.
Name: Ceri
Species: Cerberus (Juvenile)
Sex: Female
Age: ~1.5 years (est.)
Origin: Discovered abandoned and malnourished Foundation; suspected to have escaped an illegal smuggling operation.
Physical Characteristics
Size: Approx. 2.4 yalms tall at shoulder, 3.8 yalms long
Weight: ~320 ponz (healthy range: 310–350 for age group)
Coat: Dense black fur, coarse to the touch with slight violet-blue sheen under moonlight
Teeth: Three distinct dental structures, one per head; each jaw structure adapted for different functions
Left Head ("Arax"): Serrated canines—optimized for gripping and slashing
Center Head ("Eos"): Broad molars—ideal for crushing and chewing
Right Head ("Kiro"): Needle-like incisors—precise biting and defensive nips
Diet: High-protein, moderate fat—includes raw meat (preferably goat or boar), bone meal, and select medicinal herbs
Supplements: Aetheric stabilizers (1x weekly), fur conditioner tincture (2x monthly)
Aetheric Signature
Elemental Affinity: Dark-aspected aether with notable Earth influence
Behavioral Manifestation: Emits calming pulse when near injured creatures; possibly empathic link developed due to trauma during early development
Mana Consumption: Low-to-moderate passive drain when in sync with handler (me); spiked surge observed during combat or perceived threat scenarios
Injuries to Date:
Minor laceration (right haunch) from cave skirmish—healed with salve and bandaging
Scorch marks (non-serious) during den raid—no lasting damage
Ceri started as a starving pup I pulled off the streets of Ishgard. Now she’s my fiercest ally and one of my closest companions. Training her was never just about commands—it was about building trust. Each of her three heads has a role in battle: offense, defense, and disruption. Together, we’ve become a seamless team.She’s not just a fighter, though. At the sanctuary, Ceri’s gentle and patient—especially with the smaller critters. Even the more stubborn ones listen when she’s around. She plays, protects, and leads with a quiet confidence that leaves visitors in awe.We have a bond I can’t quite put into words. She reads my moods better than most people, and when I’m low, she’s there—no questions, just presence. I look at her and see what love and care can truly do. She’s more than my partner. She’s family. And no matter what comes next, I know she’ll be right beside me.
Specimen: Lily
Classification: Morbolus infantia (suspected juvenile subspecies)
Age Estimate: Under 1 year
Current Status: Stable, thriving in semi-domestic habitat
Physical Characteristics
Size: Approx. 1.2 yalms tall, 1.4 yalms diameter (at full tentacle extension)
Weight: ~48 ponz
Skin Texture: Glossy, slightly tacky to the touch; semi-translucent along newer growth ridges
Coloration: Vibrant green body with bioluminescent yellow speckling along frond edges
Fronds/Tentacles: Six primary vines; two larger central tendrils used for locomotion, four smaller for sensory exploration and grasping
Sap Emission: Harmless when relaxed; mildly adhesive under stress or excitement (non-toxic)
Mouth Structure: Still forming; visible core capable of consuming soft matter—fruits, insects, pulped protein
Diet: Sweet fruits (ripe figs, berries, mango), ground insect mix, blended meat slurry
Feeding Frequency: 3x daily in small portions
Enrichment Feed: Frozen fruit cubes, gelatin capsules with calcium powder
Digestive Notes: No signs of acid-based digestion yet; appears to rely on external softening or natural rot
Disposition: Curious, playful, mildly mischievous
Vocalization: Soft warbles when happy, high-pitched puffs when startled
Play Behavior: Tentacle pouncing, leaf-flapping, slow chase games with spriggans
Habitat Requirements: Moisture-retaining soil, Partial shade, Wind protection
Daily Needs: Light misting (2x), Short enrichment sessions (tug vines, guided exploring). Gentle physical interaction—tentacle stroking helps bonding
I found Lily on a contract run with my friend Osk—what started as a simple job turned into a rescue mission. We discovered a baby Morbol clinging to the body of its mother in a flooded cave river. I covered myself in pheromones and dove in. The current nearly took me under, but the little one let go and swam toward me, drawn to the scent. With Osk’s help (and a pictomancy raft), we made it out—soaked, exhausted, and bonded.Since then, Lily’s been my little gooey troublemaker. She follows me around the sanctuary, naps in my lap while I write, and drools harmless sap on my clothes. She’s curious, mischievous, and shockingly affectionate. I’ve started basic training—no eating the gardens, no chewing furniture—and she’s learning, if slowly.Ceri keeps a watchful eye on her, and even Thistle seems to tolerate her curious pokes. Reise was wary at first, but fruit-sharing won her over. Lily’s made a place for herself here—she’s family now. Someday, I’ll build her a special garden just for play and growth. Until then, she sticks close, her tentacles always reaching for my hand.
Name: Bubbles
Species: Alligator naelensia (La Noscean Brutejaw)
Class: Reptilia
Age Estimate: ~47 years
Sex: Female
Temperament: Defensive, solitary, food-motivated, displays conditional social tolerance
Physical Characteristics
Length: 6.1 yalms (snout to tail)
Weight: Estimated ~940 ponz (measured after sedation)
Scales: Thick, dark green to olive-brown plating; visibly scarred on right flank from past conflict
Eyes: Golden-brown; third eyelid retracts slowly—possible sign of prior trauma
Dentition: 76 conical teeth; replaced regularly; bite force estimated over 1,600 ponz-force
Diet and Nutrition
Primary Diet: Large freshwater fish, shellfish, lean red meat (boar or goat)
Supplementation: Monthly calcium bone meal (to prevent dental rot), vitamin-enriched carrion
Feeding Behavior: Lunges aggressively; responsive to scent cues more than visual stimuli
Feeding Notes: Must be fed separately from other animals. Will hoard food if not supervised.
Aggression Triggers: Sudden splashing, unknown voices, removal of food mid-feeding
Soothing Techniques: Familiar scent, rhythmic vocal humming, slow hand motions near snout (behind reinforced warding charm)
Bonding Behavior: Has displayed clear recognition of my presence and voice. Responds positively to daily routines and food delivery.
Previous Injuries: Healed scar tissue along right ribcage (likely harpoon wound)
Special Needs: Seasonal check for algae buildup on scales; low tolerance for cold climates
They used to call her a menace—terrorizing boats near Bronze Lake, scaring fishermen, even attacking livestock. But I saw something else in that massive gator: a scared, displaced creature protecting what little territory she had left. The Maelstrom couldn’t handle her. So I stepped in. It took strategy, patience, and a whole lot of fish, but I managed to lure her into a reinforced net. My Gunblade helped—its concussive blasts disoriented her just enough to get the chains secured. She fought like hell, but we didn’t hurt her. Just calmed her. The hardest part was convincing a ferry captain to help me relocate her to the sanctuary... though a little charm and a promise of handwoven gear did the trick.Now? Bubbles lives in a sprawling pond I built just for her. Sun-warmed rocks, thick vegetation, and all the fish she could ask for. She still grumbles at visitors, but she recognizes me. There’s a mutual respect between us—one I wouldn’t trade for anything.
I call her my “swamp puppy.” She’s intimidating, sure, but she’s also a symbol of what this sanctuary is about: second chances. Rub her belly, and you’ll see. Even the fiercest creatures just want a place to feel safe.
Species: Greater Morbol (Morbol Giganteus)
Sex: Female
Age Estimate: 45–60 years (mature, elder phase)
Name Given: Thistle
Location Found: South Shroud, deep misted grove
Current Status: Resident of the Refuge, Enclosed Pasture (Section D)
Physical Characteristics
Height: 3.2 yalms (from root mass to tallest tendril)
Diameter: ~4.1 yalms (fully relaxed)
Weight: Estimated 1.2 tons
Tendrils: 14 primary—each 2.5–3.3 yalms long
Maw: 1 central, with tri-petal split; dentition includes thorn-like inner barbs, no grinding structures
Spores: Passive release cycle every 28 hours, with increased activity during high humidity
Diet & Digestive Observations
Diet: Strictly herbivorous despite carnivorous appearance; favors high-moisture greens, fungus, and saplings
Digestive Cycle: 4–6 days (delayed metabolism)
Supplemental Feeding: Weekly offerings of moss-brush and sugarroot bulbs to encourage docility and gut health
Behavioral Notes
Initially highly territorial and reactive to perceived threats
Protective of specific flora clusters—likely offspring or symbiotic sprouts
Responds to low, rhythmic humming and non-threatening posture
Demonstrates memory of caretakers and boundaries; capable of differentiating between residents and visitors
Ongoing Studies
Investigating possibility of passive empathy-based pheromone emissions
Long-term monitoring of soil alkalinity and localized flora adaptation
Behavioral pattern analysis during moon cycles and thunderous weather
Thistle was guarding a grove in the South Shroud when I found her—scaring off anyone who came too close. Folks wanted her dead. I saw a misunderstood guardian.I earned her trust slowly, leaving offerings, speaking gently, and keeping Ceri close by to show we meant no harm. Eventually, she let me near. With the forest growing dangerous, I knew I had to relocate her. Thanks to a sedative, a sturdy cart, and a very brave ferry crew, we brought her home.Now she lives peacefully at the sanctuary. She’s still cautious, but no longer hostile. Lily adores her, and Ceri checks in often. I like to think she knows she’s safe here.Thistle’s not a monster—she’s just a creature who needed compassion. And that’s what this place is for.
Common Name: Stripes
Species: Thanalan Sand Tiger (Panthera magna desertii)
Sex: Male
Age at Time of Death: Approx. 13 years
Status: Deceased
Offspring: One confirmed (female cub, "Ember")
Physical Characteristics
Height: 2.1 yalms at the shoulder
Length: 4.6 yalms (nose to tail)
Weight: ~520 ponz (healthy range for species: 480–540 ponz)
Coat: Sun-faded golden-orange with dark, jagged stripes. Fur density adapted to desert climate—thick but breathable.
Eyes: Amber, often with narrowed pupils even in low light.
Diet
Type: Obligate Carnivore
Primary Intake: Fresh raw meats—goat, boar, antelope
Supplements: Bone meal powder (2x weekly), rare mineral salts from Thanalan caves
Enrichment Treats: Smoked jerky, sun-dried fish, marrow-filled bones
Feeding Schedule: Twice daily (dawn and dusk), fasts once every two weeks to mimic natural cycle
Behavioral Profile
Temperament: Initially defensive and hostile (due to past abuse). Transitioned to calm, affectionate, and obedient with consistent exposure to positive reinforcement.
Bonding Cues: Responsive to low-pitched vocal tones and rhythmic movement. Preferred Lerrissa’s presence above all others.
Feeding Behavior: Prefers fresh meat (goat, boar, antelope), with a penchant for smoked jerky snacks. Known to "nudge" when hungry.
Unique Features
Heavily scarred left flank (former circus injury)
Right fang slightly chipped
Tail movement unusually expressive—used often to communicate mood
Stripes was a massive sand tiger I rescued from Southern Thanalan. Left behind by a circus that abused him for years, most saw a dangerous animal—I saw a creature craving peace. It took days of tracking, quiet offerings, and soft words before he let me treat a wound. From that moment, he chose me.I brought him to the sanctuary, gave him a space with no cages—just shade, water, and safety. He thrived. He’d purr beside me while I read, swat at Ceri when she got too playful, and nuzzle close when the day ended.He passed not long after the refuge was attacked. I think he held on long enough to see me safe. Losing him left a hole in my heart, but his legacy lives on through Ember—his cub—and in every creature I care for.He wasn’t just a rescue. He was family.
Common Name: Ember
Species: Panthera tigris (Eorzean variant)
Sex: Female
Age: Estimated ~7-9 months
Status: Healthy, under observation and behavioral conditioning
Size: Approx. 0.8 yalms tall at shoulder; 1.6 yalms nose to tail
Weight: ~90 ponz
Coat: Soft, pale-orange fur with faded black stripes and snowy white undersides; stripe pattern is more sparse than her late sire
Eyes: Copper-gold with a faint green ring—responsive to light changes
Distinct Traits: Shorter tail length; faint dark "M" marking on forehead; right rear paw has a small notch—likely a healed birth injury
Current Diet: Ground game (rabbit, fowl), bone-rich cuts, soft fruits (she prefers mango and fig), and warm milk replacement mixture
Feeding Schedule: 3x daily; reduced to 2x as size increases
Supplements: Growth tonic (1x weekly), minor aether-calming blend (only when stressed)
Temperament: Curious, cautious, increasingly confident; exhibits strong imprinting on me
Play Style: Stalk-and-pounce behavior developing—good reflexes, moderate restraint
Socialization: Bonds tightly to Cerberus (Ceri) and has taken to sleeping beside Reise when cold
Notable Behaviors:
Responds to name with a tail flick and ear perk
Vocalizes with soft, breathy chuffs—especially when excited or comforted
Displays mourning behavior: buried nose in Stripes’ old resting spot for several nights
I found Ember in the salt cave after the attack—hidden, starving, but alive. She was tucked between rock and ruin like the world had tried to bury her. One look into her golden eyes and I knew… she was his cub. Stripes’ legacy.At first, she was all teeth and trembling. No trust, no hope. But I stayed. I brought food. I spoke softly. I never reached until she reached first. The first time she leaned against me… I nearly cried. She’d chosen me.Now she follows me everywhere. Sleeps with her head on my boot, swats Ceri’s tail when she thinks I’m not looking, and chirps like she’s got secrets to share. She's still young—just learning what safety feels like. But she’s growing stronger, faster, sharper by the day. I named her Ember because that's what she is: a quiet flame. Not gone. Not defeated. Waiting. One day, she’ll burn bright enough to carry her father's strength and her own, and when that day comes… gods help anyone who threatens this sanctuary again.
Species: Pteranodon (Ancient Reptilian)
Name: Skywing
Rescued by: Lerrissa Blackbard
Location Found: High peaks of Coerthas
Physical Characteristics
Wingspan: ~18 yalms (est.)
Length: ~6.3 yalms (beak to tail)
Weight: ~280 ponz
Skin Texture: Smooth, leathery hide with thin scale-like texture; warm to the touch, possibly due to internal aether flow
Coloration: Pale stone-gray with hints of glacier blue on wing tips and crest
Diet: Primary of Fresh fish (herring, carp, krill)
Secondary: Rodents, mountain fowl
Feeding Schedule: Twice daily; prefers meals during dawn and dusk
Supplements: Shell-calcium blend (2x weekly) to support beak and skeletal health
Disposition: Cautious around strangers, calm and affectionate with known handlers
Bond to Handler (me): Strong; vocalizes on approach, descends from roost unprompted
Unique Behaviors: Uses wing gestures to communicate emotional states; has shown signs of protective behavior toward younger sanctuary animals
Enclosure: Elevated roosting platform with flight clearance, freshwater pool for drinking and bathingTemperature Preference: Moderate to cool climates; dislikes heat and dry conditionsEnrichment Needs: Fish-chasing games, occasional wind tunnel flights, and high-perch resting spots
Flight Capabilities
Glide Ratio: ~12:1 (estimated on wind-assisted descents)
Lift Method: Utilizes thermal currents and sharp updrafts
Wing Recovery: Full mobility restored post-treatment (left wing gash now fully healed)
They thought she was a dragon—terrorizing settlements in Coerthas. But when I heard the reports, I had a hunch it was something else. Turned out I was right. She wasn’t a dragon… she was a Pteranodon. Wounded, starving, and scared.I grabbed my Gunblade and a small team, climbed those freezing cliffs, and found her struggling to stay aloft. I didn’t approach with force—I approached with food and patience. Day by day, she let me closer, until eventually, she trusted me.Getting her to the sanctuary was a logistical nightmare—airships, rigging, half a dozen people holding their breath—but we did it. I built her a home high above the island with everything she needed. These days, she greets me with a thunderous cry and glides down like a queen returning to court.Skywing’s more than a rescue—she’s a symbol. Of healing, of trust, of what happens when you give even the wildest souls a reason to feel safe. And every time I see her soar, I’m reminded why I do what I do.
Creature Entry: Elysium
Species: Griffin
Sex: Female
Nickname: Elysium
Status: Rehabilitated – Full Recovery from Wing Trauma
Physical Characteristics
Wingspan: Approx. 7.4 yalms
Length (beak to tail): 5.2 yalms
Weight: ~430 ponz
Plumage: Ash-gold feathers along wings and neck; tawny, leonine fur on lower body
Eyes: Amber with elliptical pupils
Distinguishing Features: Scar tissue present along left wing joint—partially hidden by feather regrowth
Beak: Curved, talon-sharp; regularly polished on stone surfaces
Talons: Retractable, blackened from terrain wear; maintained monthly
Primary Diet: Fresh-caught fish, large game birds, occasional mountain goat
Supplements: Bone meal, fortified raptor feed (twice weekly)
Feeding Behavior: Picks meat from bones carefully; stores food when full
Protective of Me; often seen circling the sanctuary perimeter during visitor hours
Enjoys roosting high and basking in open sunlight; prefers rocky ledges over soft bedding
Social structure: wary of other animals except Reise and Ceri, both of whom are treated with respectful distance
Highly intelligent: responds to name, recognizes up to six verbal commands, and mimics vocal tones
Nature of Injury: Compound fracture in left wing from poacher-induced trauma (likely blunt-force trap)
Initial Behavior: High stress levels, rapid aetheric fluctuations, refusal of food
Treatment Administered:
Splinting using reinforced aether-infused wood
Featherline balm for inflammation (3x daily application)
Soft prey diet during recovery
Flight reconditioning via aerial muscle stimulation and directed glides
I rescued her from Kest’s den—her wing torn, body trembling, barely clinging to life. She fought me at first, all fear and fury, but I’ve seen that before. I didn’t push. I just stayed, fed her, talked to her, and gave her time.Healing her wing took patience, but earning her trust took more. I never caged her. She could’ve flown off the moment she recovered—but she didn’t.Now she soars over the sanctuary like a silent guardian. She doesn’t need praise, doesn’t beg for affection. She just is—present, powerful, and watching.
Elysium is proof that even the wildest creatures can learn to feel safe again. She chose to stay, and I’ll never take that lightly.
Name: Scooter
Species: Greater Cave Bat (Chiroptera Gigantus)
Sex: Male
Age: Approx. 6–8 years (adult)
Role: Message Courier / Companion
Physical Characteristics
Wingspan: Approx. 2.1 yalms
Body Length: ~1.0 yalm
Weight: ~43 ponz
Fur: Dense, dark grey-blue with lighter streaks on chest and belly
Eyes: Large, luminous amber; adapted for low-light navigation
Ears: Highly mobile, funnel-shaped for enhanced echolocation
Distinct Features: Rotund belly, expressive face, oversized fangs that protrude slightly even when mouth is closed
Primary Diet: Insects (beetles, moths), Fruits (banana, plum, fig), Nectar and honeywater (provided during long flights)
Supplements: Protein gel treats post-flight, Electrolyte hydration mix during summer
Temperament:
Social and affectionate; highly expressive through body language and vocal chirps
Playfully mischievous; has stolen ribbon, maps, and food on occasion
Training & Obedience:
Responds to verbal cue “Scoot!” when given command to launch
Returns to the sanctuary via landmark memory and scent trails
Has learned basic mail retrieval and delivery functions with impressive consistency
Health Status:
Excellent condition; flight muscles well-developed
Minor wing scarring (old injury, fully healed)
Vaccinated: Yes — standard sanctuary protocol
Medical Concerns:
Slight dental misalignment, does not affect feeding
Prone to overindulging on fruit—diet must be monitored
I don’t remember where he came from exactly—just that one day, he was hanging upside down from the rafters with one of my ribbons in his mouth, blinking at me like he belonged. He never left after that.Scooter’s a Cave Bat—big, round, and absolutely ridiculous. He’s got this derpy little face and flappy wings that make a mess of any shelf I organize. But he’s clever, and he learns fast. I trained him to deliver letters, and now he’s my official courier. Never loses a message, even if he eats half a fruit basket on the way back.He’s affectionate in a weird way—chirps when he’s excited, nuzzles when I’m upset. Everyone at the sanctuary loves him, even if he sometimes steals snacks.He’s part of the family now. A loud, fluffy, fruit-scented part of it.
Creature Entry: Porkchop
Species: Behemoth (Infant – Possibly Dwarf Variant)
Nickname: Porkchop
Sex: Male
Age Estimate: 4–6 moons
Location Found: South of Everschade, The Black Shroud
Physical Characteristics
Size: 1.3 yalms tall at the shoulder; ~2.1 yalms long (tail included)
Weight: ~170 ponz (increasing weekly)
Coat: Coarse, slate-violet fur with lighter striping on the underbelly
Horns: Two curved frontal horns, slightly asymmetrical; early growth stage
Eyes: Amber, forward-facing, exhibits nocturnal reflection
Primary Diet: High-protein; favors red meat (boar, dodo, goat), supplemented with organ meat and marrow
Supplemental Diet: Cooked root vegetables, bone broth, and egg yolks (helps coat health and claw development)
Feeding Schedule: 4x daily (dawn, midday, dusk, midnight)
Disposition: Highly affectionate, unusually clingy—displays signs of early imprinting
Socialization: Defensive of handler (me); hesitant around new animals except Ceri
Cognitive Traits: Recognizes name, responds to tone of voice; follows basic commands ("sit," "stay," "drop it") with food incentives
Enrichment Needs: Requires large chewable objects, shallow water pits, and constant stimulation to prevent destructive behavior
Aetheric Affinity: Fire-aspected with moderate Earth undertones
Aether Disruption: None present; appears too young to manipulate weather or create field phenomena typical of adult Behemoths
Notable Trait: Emits warmth from nasal passages when agitated—possibly a primitive precursor to storm conjuration seen in adults
Initial Condition: Malnourished, minor puncture wounds, early signs of mange
Current Status: Excellent recovery; weight gain steady; coat now healthy
Ongoing Care: Weekly hoof file and horn salve treatment; frequent baths to reduce swamp odor
Goddess above, I’ve never seen a Behemoth pup this small—or this cuddly. Found him half-starved and tangled in bramble vines near Everschade. I expected snarling. Got whimpers. Scooped him up, named him on the spot. Porkchop.He follows me everywhere. Sleeps curled around my boots like a massive, snoring housecat. Loves belly rubs and raw boar ribs. Bit my thigh once out of excitement—still limping a little, but I forgive him.Ceri's taken a shine to him. I suspect she sees him as a little brother. He's growing fast—too fast. I’ll need to reinforce the pasture soon.He’s a troublemaker, but he’s mine. And I’ll make damn sure no one ever cages him again.
Subject: Lavender
Species: Chocobo (Genus: Galliforma plumae – Subtype: Domestic)
Subtype Mutation: Lavender-Feathered Variant
Physical Characteristics
Age: Approx. 2–3 moons (juvenile)
Height: 0.9 yalms (at crest)
Weight: ~38 ponz
Feathers: Uncommon pigment mutation—pale lavender with underlying pale gold sheen under sunlight
Eyes: Light amber, wide-set
Legs: Slightly bowed—suspected healed sprain from early trauma
Primary Diet: Primary: Soft grains (millet, barley, crushed corn), chopped greens
Treats: Dried fruit pieces, carrot slivers, and biscuit crumbs (thief-level enthusiasm)
Feeding Notes: Prefers warm mash and will chirp impatiently if not served quickly
Temperament: Bold, expressive, and surprisingly cunningBonded To: Me (Rissa). Will follow my voice, even when out of sightDefensive Response: Loud squawks and feather puffing—no actual aggressionSocial Habits: Plays well with smaller or non-aggressive creatures; has a habit of tailing Reise (not always welcomed)
Nickname Given by Cirina: “Little Flower Demon” (due to her sneak-thief tendencies)
Training Progress: Responds to name and click cues; has learned basic “stay” and “come” commands—unless distracted by food
Health Monitoring: Keep an eye on the healed leg; minor swelling still occurs after long romps
Found her alone and barely walking near a ley-scarred ridge in Northern Thanalan—limping, hungry, and loud enough to make the rocks echo. I took her in, wrapped her leg, and gave her a warm meal. She’s had an attitude ever since.She’s got this soft lavender coloring that I’ve never seen in a chocobo—like dusk light caught in feathers. Follows me around like a shadow with talons, always chirping for treats or causing trouble when I'm not looking. Tried to steal Reise’s ration once. Never again.She’s bold, nosy, and smarter than she lets on. Sometimes, I catch her staring at the sky like she understands something I don’t. I don’t know what made her wander out into the wastes alone, but I’m glad I found her. She’s safe now.And she’s not going anywhere.