Rosa and Pig were happy. They leveled together, killed stuff together. Terrorized alliance and some forsaken accidentally once. Fun times were had for both.
Then a dark, dark day came. One day, Pig forgot how to growl threatingly. Infact, his growls could hardly threaten or intimidate- nor cause monsters of all sorts to focus their attention upon himself. Instead, they noticed the hunter, his master. Rosalyn who had never faced such a crises before, attempted to overcome this. But it was hard, every single fight was a struggle of survive.
Pig knew what was coming, Rosalyn tearfully released him to the wild, telling him to go make baby pigs.
Time passed for Rosalyn. And as much as she hated it, her friends name faded to memory of better days... and then after a successful hunting in the Basin, Rosa felt a pull. A tug. A desire to go.. somewhere. And she went. Getting side tracked and lost in the blasted lands, until realizing the pull was not from there. Venturing onwards and across the seas, she found herself back at a spot she had visited so long ago. To find something that hadn't been there before.
It wasn't her boar, not the one she had traveled with nor released. But it was one of his children, or possibly grand children. As those eyes.. they were like his- what set him apart from the rest of those armored boars the quillboar used for battle. That intelligence Rosalyn craved to have in her companions. Had her pig actually dreamed of Rosalyn coming back for him? Or possibly one of his children? Or was it just fate, or destiny, that she felt a desire to come here? Rosalyn didn't question, she slowly knelt down, pulling some meat from a pouch and tossed it to the boar.
The ebony creature grunted his pleasure and quickly snapped up the treats, before turning his gaze to her, there was a desire to be free from this place, but fear he too, would be placed back here. Rosalyn gave a small smile as she stretched out a hand, "Don't worry, you will keep your place by my side," and the boar grunted, uncertain before shuffling forward. Accepting the offered bond with this hunter.
He wasn't her pig- not her first pig. But he would be her last, she was sure of it, Rosalyn told herself as her gloved hand ran down his back, uncaring of the rough, stiff bristly hair that jutted up. She owed her old friend that much.
I haz even a slight rp screen shot for you guyz
Damn it's really going to be hard to resist getting Frank back now. 
