Mewling Canine- Lesser Apparition(Beast)
HP:50
MP: 25
Attack Rating: 1
Defense Rating: 0
Active Abilities: N/A
Passive Abilities: N/A
Born from an infantile creature that succumbed to death because of starvation and neglect.
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'This?'
The pulling sensation was definitely coming from the small puppy. However, the notification that hovered in his awareness as he stared at the whimpering form below had him at a loss.
If he was understanding things correctly, the notification was referring to the puppy below. He wasn't quite sure what the prompt meant when it asked him to add the puppy to his deck, but he had his suspicions.
He shifted his gaze away, and sure enough, the notification immediately dissipated. After returning his gaze, it phased into existence once more and confirmed his suspicion.
'It's almost as if what I'm seeing is the puppy's status window or something. It's a bit different from what I usually see in RPG games, but the concept seems to roughly be the same.
Ugh!' Another throb of weakness swept through Dean's body causing him to sway slightly on his feet.
'Wh-what am I supposed to do here, save it?'
However, that was impossible!
A glob of maggots currently wriggled within the puppy's empty eye sockets. They must have hit a gas pocket within the skull because the corpse deflated slightly and released a small 'poof' that sent maggots flying out of the two orifices and onto its nose where they quickly squirmed into its nostrils.
The intense squirming inside the grossly distended belly hinted that plenty more were feasting on the entrails inside.
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Dean was receiving a notification for a corpse!
It was just another thing that contributed to the absurdity of recent events.
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The prompt pulsed as if demanding to be answered.
"Sure, add it to my deck." Dean didn't have anything to lose at this point and if this got rid of his strange feeling of weakness then all the better.
All of a sudden, the notification disappeared.
The puppy's corpse that was directly behind the notification screen suddenly shrunk even more before a faint illusory figure of the puppy slowly floated from the corpse. It whirled into itself before collapsing into a glowing sanguine orb that was around the size of a marble. It slowly spun and hovered around 5 feet off the ground for a second before elongating into a large 5 by 3-inch card.
On its entire front surface, Dean saw a picture of a small black sheepdog puppy that was curled up as if were sleeping. Looking down, he saw that the image on the card and the position of the corpse were nearly identical.
On the back of the card, he only saw a pure black background that was sporadically decorated by sanguine wisps.
The card made one complete revolution in the air before collapsing back into a sanguine orb and flying into Dean's forehead.
It sunk lower and somehow deeper into Dean's very being before settling into place. Where it settled, Dean wasn't exactly sure, but he felt the familiar sensation that he was learning to associate with the prompts and notifications.
He let the sensation wash over him.
Deck Core: Pain and Tears(Unattributed)
Summons: Mewling Canine
Artifacts: N/A
"How simple." Now that the pulling sensation and bout of weakness were over, Dean's mind was finally able to work at full capacity again.
'If I remember correctly The Monolith claimed that I was a Card Summoner and from the looks of things this is what it meant.
Yeah, I can see it.'
Dean had always been a fan of the mage/ summoner architect in games where you could dish out massive amounts of damage from a distance and remain safe and sound.
Heck, he wanted to hide from reality and pretend that he was unwittingly a part of some VRMMORPG beta; however, after being urinated on just minutes earlier and seeing the offending man swinging freely in the wind he knew that was just wishful thinking. Not to mention, that virtual reality games were nowhere near this immersive yet. The best you could hope for was the Oculus Quest and even that just made you look a little stupid to everyone watching you play.
The world he was sent to was very real, with very real consequences.
No matter how good it sounds good to dish out damage from a distance, Dean had a forboding hunch that he would want to be as tough and durable as he could be.
In short, being a glass cannon was a terrible idea.
On a brighter note, the pulling sensation was gone. Most likely, whatever had been taken from the puppy's corpse to make the card was what was pulling him in the first place, and with that gone the puppy's corpse was now just like any other, you'd be unfortunate enough to stumble upon.
The maggots were still squirming and gorging themselves non the wiser of what had just transpired.
"How sad." Dean sadly shook his head and turned away from the disturbing sight. He was always an animal lover and to see a puppy in that condition was disheartening, to say the least.
Sure, death and decomposition were a part of life, but that didn't mean he had to sit here and appreciate it.
"Well. let's see how this works exactly." Rubbing his chin, a habit he often did when he needed to concentrate, Dean followed his instincts once again and eased himself into the urgings that had begun once he added the Mewling Canine card to his deck.
"Draw." The word came uninhibited and the Mewling Canine card manifested itself once more. It hung in the air just as it did before, but this time it didn't shoot into his body again.
Instead, it just floated there until Dean tentatively reached up and took hold of it with his right hand.
It was much larger than the traditional playing cards he was used to. If anything, its size was more comparable to the large tarot cards you often see when you get your fortune told.
"Summon Mewling Canine." The card quietly dissipated and a small black sheepdog puppy appeared from thin air roughly 5 feet in front of him.
It pitifully whined and whimpered as it looked from side to side before turning around and zeroing in on Dean.
It quickly waddled over with its head down and tail between its legs and began to cower behind his legs.