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Pen Quille stopped in mid sentence as she gazed at her handsome counter part. His face, tinted by the moonlight, shone with a soft radiance. Both caught the other staring and looked away. "Ugh,um I-I um, thanks for the night. Better get home now" She was about to move when she tripped over a hoof and fell atop of Steel. Her face burned strawberry red as she stared into the deep pools of his eyes.

Sorry, I meant regular writers too. Hehe, I am sorry if I was to picky or specific. I just want a writing BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB

Yes, I am looking for talented writers for pony and Neopet stories. I would like someone who could write everyday. Or most days. Sorry for posting again. I'm a really nice person!!

Yes, I am looking for a fellow writer for a Neopets series. I need someone who has talent and will make a Neopets accounts. It's family oriented, the story and the content. Neopets, after all, considered a kids site. It's really a lot of fun. Kind of like role playing.

This idea has been festering in my mind for sometime. So why not Rp it? The basic story line is your pokemon of any choice turns human with some of their pokemon characterstics while attending the academy of Magical Creatures. It is a slice-of life/romantic Rp whic I thought would be fun. Here are the rules. 1. Keep the profanity to a mimmuim. If must, use it when approiacte. 2. Must have one character thats a teenager!! Plus they need to have characterstics from there pokemon form, such as ears and tail. Only up to three characters per person!! 3. Only Rp other characters with permission from owner 4. Up to 6 slots! 5. Have fun!!

Yeah, it would be nice to have someone who loves collaborating!! ^^ My ideas and stories are usually fantasy mixed with anthro-morphic animals or somehow, recently, pokemon. I put them in worlds like ours where they attend school and deal with regular teen issues. Sometimes they happen to be sporadic. So... anyhoo... anyone interested?

The basic plot is these cats are guardiands to these humans who were angels that God reincarnated as humans. They derive from the angels soul, thus they are viedwed as siblings too. Confusing, yes? Muhahaaaaaa!!! Well, you can read the story to see if you are interested, and ask me about Airdewyn, the character you would be writing for. Bascially she is a shy and clumsy cat, and screwed up horribly as a guardian when her sister, Sarah, was brutally murdered by a demon. Thus, sh and the demon, who is now training her, must both pay for there mistakes and live with the shame and guilt. I stare off into the green rolling fields of never ending valley.doc

I just need help editing bases for my characters. I just want to be able to show others what they look like. I would really appreciate the help, and would write stories in exchange. Peace.

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I really just need someone to color 3 bases. I will send them to you in an emailI will write stories in exchange. I might appreciate if someone could help me. Give a pegasister a hoof? Pweeeaaase? I give you cookiez.

Sent from my iPad. http://laheh.deviantart.com/art/Shy-Girl-2-Base-99941672 http://laheh.deviantart.com/art/Little-Angel-Base-98689891 http://laheh.deviantart.com/art/Please-Shut-Up-Base-99387308 Amara : raven black hair that goes down to her back and emerald green eyes 17 I don't mind about the clothes. Just something any normal girl will where. Thank you for whoever helps. http://laheh.deviantart.com/art/Kitty-Girl-Base-99387385 http://pooequalspoo.deviantart.com/art/Waking-Up-Base-115851669?q=favby%3Achesse41%2F5305516&qo=30 M http://dantedt34.deviantart.com/art/Pokemon-Platinum-Base-Dawn-128247461?q=favby%3Achesse41%2F5305516&qo=24 Violet: blonde golden short length hair and purple eyes 14 http://chesse41.deviantart.com/favourites/?offset=24#/d1pkkmi Esmeralda: dark, brunette hair and yellow eyes 5 Esmeralda

Yes, I suck extremely when it comes to drawing or editing anything. My talents are reading, writing, and generally annoying people with my posts. This is my second to last posts for this board. I need someone to edit my bases for my neopets. I will write a story for every 3 pictures. I'll email them to you.

Yes, about 20 bases edited for my neopets. I'll describe them to you, give you links of there images, everything. I'll send it through email as I have to adjust the sizes of a few. For every 3 edited, I'll write you a story. Depending on how fast you are done, the quicker the story. 2,0000 is my limit. Thanks for putting up with me and my requests!! (bro hoof)

It was a bright, sunny morning as I made my way down the cobblestone streets toward the local cafe I frequented. The neighbourhood lay quiet and undisturbed as I turned the corner onto Abbey Lane, hardly uncharacteristic for this time of morning as most of its inhabitants were decidedly late risers. I pushed the door to Dailey's Cafe open and the bell jingled behind me. Old Dailey, the owner, looked up and smiled when he saw me, “Morning Mollie,” he said, wiping down his counter with an old dish towel. I smiled at the old yellow Yurble as I limped toward my table in the corner of the room. Old Dailey noticed my odd gait and asked, “What happened to you? Crash-land again?” His voice was only half-joking. I turned and glanced at the faerie wings on my back; Dailey had always said it was unnatural for Zafaras to fly. I glanced back at him and smiled nervously, “Yeah,” I said, “I'm not sure I'll ever get the hang of it.” It was better than telling him the truth. I sat down and Dailey brought me my usual, hot tea with lemon. I closed my eyes and revelled in the quiet. Moments later, the bell jangled again and startled me from my reverie. I opened my eyes, annoyed, to see who had interrupted me. A rugged looking Xweetok I had never seen before limped in on three legs. On his left forepaw he brandished a gleaming gold hook. I gasped; he was a pirate. I shrank lower in my seat, trying to make myself invisible, but the Xweetok spotted me anyway. He mumbled something to Old Dailey, tossed a few neopoints on the counter, and approached my table. “Mind if I sit down?” He smiled wryly. “Well actually – ” I began, but before I could finish, he plunked himself down on the wooden chair opposite mine. “My name's Raphael,” he said smoothly, running a finger up and down his gleaming hook, “What's yours?” “None of your business,” I snapped, “You better get out of here, or my boyfriend will make you sorry you ever laid eyes on me.” Raphael's eyes darkened, but his sly smile remained fixed on his lips, “You mean the same boyfriend who gave you this?” He asked, prodding my injured leg and making me wince. “Hey back off!” I snapped, pulling away from him, “How did you know about my leg anyway?” I demanded, more curious than I wanted to let on. Raphael caught my eyes and gazed into them, his dark chocolate eyes swirling with more history than I could read, “I'm no stranger to the way a lame person carries himself,” he said, glancing at his hook. He shook off the cold front that had blown through our conversation and asked, “Would you like to go out with me for a drink sometime?” I stared at him, taken aback at his unexpected brashness, “I just told you, I have – ” “A boyfriend, yes I know, but who's to say I'm not just inviting you to a friendly, purely platonic meeting between two potential friends.” I glowered, “I never said I wanted to be your friend,” I snapped, “I don't even know you.” Raphael smirked in that irritating lopsided fashion again, “Not yet,” he said, rising from the table, “But you could you know.” I watched him limp toward the counter and pick up his drink. Using his hook as a cupholder, he turned back to me and winked, and with a flick of his bushy tail, he was out the door. My heart was racing. What had just happened? ~*******~ “How do these things happen to me?” I wondered, as I awoke from the sleep induce coma I was under. Everything swirled around me as I took in my surroundings. I looked down at my Plushie Kougra paws-wait –what?! No this couldn’t be happening! I couldn’t be- My thoughts were cut off short by the sound of another groan. I looked up and sighed as I saw the now Royalgirl Xweetok beside me. She had been quite annoying when we met on the well-worn path, acting all snippity, like a know-it-all. I wanted to punch her in the face the minute we met. She seemed to have the same thought as she shook her head and glowered at me. Like I wanted her to follow me, get trapped by a mysterious stranger who forced us to drink these foul tasting potions. Now we were Neopets. Great, just great. She glowered fiercely at me. “This is all your fault, you simpleton. How could your stupidity lead us to this mess?” I snapped right back. “Well you shouldn’t have followed me here. Everything would have been alright if you let things alone. Now look what happened.” I tried to stand up, but immediately was pulled down by a red rope attached to my wrists. We tried to pull and tear it apart, but nothing seemed to work. We were both chewing on the rope but who should happen to walk by but him. My childhood rival-Raphael! He smirked at me as he stroked his little beard and sized up the two of us in the dark room with little light. I just glowered as he let out a chuckle. “Do you know this young ruffian?” Veronica demanded in her proper, British accent. I shook my head as I remembered all the times he had tried to steal from me whenever I visited Neopia as a child. Now here we were Neopets just like him. I guess his dream of becoming a pirate came true. “Ah, we meet again, my lovely Rayden” he said in his smooth Spanish accent. He chuckled and shook his head at the rope. “Seems you have “the lovers spell” placed on you. Never thought you would settle down Rayden. Your fiery spirit always kept me –intrigued. Only way to break the spell is for the two lovers to kiss” “We ARE NOT LOVERS!!” We both shouted simultaneously. He only smirked and shook his head. “Only way.” I shuddered as we both looked away in embarrassment, our faces blushing red. I was just moving my hand slightly when-whump-I was on top of her. My face was ashen red. I shivered as she looked at me wide eyed and frightened. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of medium-violet, my favorite color. My heart thumped in my chest as the moment seem to drag on forever. “O-OO-HH, just get it over with, we haven’t got all day.” she stuttered. I plunged down and kissed her. Just like that. It was warm-and to my surprise- pleasant.We were both locked in the kiss when I heard the yell. “Hey you thief! Give me back my mother’s golden locket!” The most beautiful Zafara in the world yelled. She stopped, surprised to see us kissing. And that is how we all met. ~******~ I stared at the two neopets at my feet, bewildered. “Um, sorry to interrupt,” I said slowly, “But can you help me? I've just been robbed by a pirate.” The Kougra detached her lips from the Xweetok's face with a look of embarrassment and glanced at me, “Um, sure,” she said, “I know that guy, Raphael, he's a jerk and a thief. I know the way to his hideout, it's in the woods on the edge of town. Just don't let him see you and you'll be fine. I'm Rayden by the way,” she added. I smiled awkwardly, “My name's Mollie, are you new here? I don't think I've seen you around before.” Rayden stared at her paws, “Well, sort of,” she said, “It's kind of a long story.” “Hey wait for me!” Came a voice from behind us. I turned around, the Xweetok was dashing after us. “What's your name?” I asked, trying to hide my limp as we walked. “I'm Valhalla,” she said, and then, “What's wrong with your leg?” “Nothing,” I said quickly, trying not to show how anxious the question made me, “I just... had a bad crash-landing that's all, I'm fine.” The two newcomers studied me uncertainly, but eventually they relaxed and seemed to let the matter drop. We reached the edge of town and stood on a hill overlooking a large green forest, thick with foliage. “Come on,” Rayden said, “This way.” We followed her down the hill into the trees, but my bad leg gave out under me and I tumbled the rest of the way down, narrowly avoiding hitting a tree. Rayden and Valhalla bounded down after me, “Are you okay?” Rayden asked, nudging me upright with her nose. I nodded, “Hey look,” I said, “I think I found Raphael's hideout.” I pointed off into the distance, toward a tree that appeared to have a large hollow in it. There appeared to be a light emanating from it, and I picked myself up gingerly, limping off in the direction of the tree. Cautiously I poked my head into the hollow and saw a candle burning on a dirt ledge just inside. I gasped when I saw the hollow's contents. Piles of gold lay in heaps, surrounded by rare gems and jewels. On top of one of the mounds lay my grandmother's necklace. Quickly I reached inside and plucked it out. “Hey what do you think you're doing!” Cried a voice from behind me. I whipped round to face Raphael and Rayden bared her claws, “Getting back what you stole from me!” I retorted. “You can't just raid my loot, that stuff belongs to me!” He snapped, taking a step closer. “Well this stuff belongs to me!” I said, clutching my necklace in my left fist. I carefully timed my escape, and quick as a flash I kicked Raphael's hooked leg out from under him. “Run!” I shouted to Rayden, and the three of us made our way as fast as we could up the hill and back into town. “Wow that was close!” Valhalla said, panting. Rayden nodded. The run had not done my leg any good, and I winced with every step, “I have to sit down,” I said, “I can't walk like this.” We made our way to a park bench, and Rayden remarked, “You know, you seem to have done a lot more damage to that leg than a simple crash-landing. Maybe we should go to the hospital and have it looked at.” I shook my head vehemently, “No,” I said, “It's nothing, I'm fine, I just need to rest a minute.” I could tell the others didn't believe me. I trudged home that afternoon, anxiety weighing heavy in my breast. I didn't want to see what was waiting for me there. I opened the front door slowly and ducked as a teacup smashed into the wall inches above my head. “Where have you been?!” A voice bellowed from the other room, “I've been waiting for you all morning!” My heart sank and I crawled inside myself. I stepped into the next room and was met with the furious face of my boyfriend, Ryder. He grabbed me by the shoulder and slammed me against the wall. I winced and tried not to look at him. “You know I don't like it when you go out without telling me!” He shouted, putting his nose inches from mine. “You know I always go to Dailey's in the mornings,” I whispered meekly. I was met with a smack across the cheek. “Don't talk back to me!” Ryder bellowed, “How do I know you're not hanging out with other guys?” “I-I'd never do that to you,” I murmured, bracing myself for another blow. His voice softened and he smiled smugly, “I know,” he said, “You're never leaving.” I swallowed anxiously and waited until he let go of my arm. When he did I slunk away quickly, scooting past him and into my bedroom. Once there, I nursed my injured shoulder and cried. Why did I put up with him when he was such a jerk? I shouldn't have to come home afraid every night, I had to get away, but how? He'd follow me no matter where I went. Suddenly I hit upon an idea. Quickly I snatched some paper and a pen from my desk and scrawled a note. I had no idea why I was doing this, but it seemed like my only choice. Capping my pen, I crawled out the window, shutting it firmly behind me, then started off for Dailey's. I opened the jangling door to the coffee shop and Old Dailey looked up. He smiled when he saw me, “Hello again Mollie, didn't expect to see you again so soon.” I smiled weakly as I approached the counter, “Dailey I need a favour,” I said, “You remember that old Xweetok Raphael, the one with the hook on his forepaw? If he comes back, could you give this to him? It's important.” Dailey nodded, and his gaze landed on the arm I was holding at an odd angle. “You need a place to stay tonight?” He asked with concern. I shook my head, “Thanks, but I'm just going to check into the neolodge.” Dailey studied my face and I squeezed his hand, “I'll be fine, I promise,” I said, and walked out the door. I awoke the next morning to a sharp rap on my hotel room door. I didn't even have time to get out of bed before Rapahel walked in uninvited. “What are you doing here?” I demanded. Raphael looked at me, then waved the note I'd written, speared on his hook. “Old Dailey gave it to me, said you needed my help. Now, I presume this has something to do with getting you out of the life of the creep who keeps hurting you, fine, I'll do what I can to hide you, just remember, I am a pirate and my services don't come free.” I rolled my eyes, “Fine,” I sighed, “I'll pay you whatever you want, just find me a safe place to stay for a while until I can find something more permanent.” “The job's gonna cost you 500 neopoints, and I see half up front,” Rapahel said, as if conducting a business deal, “Meet me at my hollow at noon, don't be late.” With that, he turned around and limped out, shutting the door behind him. I did as I was told, and stood outside the old pirate's hollow just before noon, jumping at every sound, terrified that Ryder might find me. Eventually I saw Raphael's grey head poke up over the crest of the wooded hill and look down at me. He trotted up at a faster pace than I would have thought possible with only three working legs. He didn't speak, just took the bag of neopoints I held out to him, checked its contents and tossed it onto one of the piles in his hollow. He gazed at me for a moment, then trotted off into the woods, flicking his tail, indicating me to follow him. We walked deep into the forest, where the trees were so dense they almost blocked out the sun. After almost half an hour, Raphael stopped in front of an old tree. “Here we are,” he said. I looked at it, “Where are we?” I asked, “What's so special about a tree?” “What's underneath it,” he said, digging in the dirt and leaves until he found what he was looking for. I peered over his shoulder and saw what he'd unearthed; an old wooden trap door. I grasped the heavy iron handle and yanked as hard as I could, but gasped and staggered back in agony as pain shot through my injured shoulder. Raphael studied me, and I thought I saw him shake his head, but in contempt or pity I couldn't tell. He grasped the handle in his good paw and latched his hook onto it, then pulled the door open easily. “Ladies first,” he said, gesturing at the dark hole. I peered into it, it was dark and musty, and I couldn't see a thing. “I didn't bring a light,” I said. Raphael nudged past me and groped around in the dark until he located a light switch. He flicked it on and flooded the hole with light. It was a charming little place, like a bedroom-sized cottage underground. “How did you find this place?” I asked in awe as I limped down the creaky old wooden steps. “Simple,” Raphael replied as he followed me down, “I built it just in case I ever needed a place to escape to.” “Thank you,” I said, “It's perfect.” “I know,” Raphael smiled smugly. I spent the rest of the day puttering around the small space, organising everything to my liking, and feeling relief for the first time in a long time. That night as I lay in bed and stared at the earthen ceiling, I couldn't help but wonder what was going to become of my life now. I wondered how long I'd have to hide? Would I ever really be safe? Maybe if I moved to another country, I'd heard Brightvale was very pleasant. I sighed and rolled over, there was no point in thinking about this now, not when there was nothing I could do about it. I blew out my candle and closed my eyes. Late in the night I was awoken by a rustling noise in the leaves above me. I sat up anxiously, who could it be? Had Ryder found me? My heart pounded in my chest as I fumbled for the light switch near my bed and lit the room up again. I crept silently to the corner and found the heavy rock I'd put there for just such occasions as these. I went to the entryway and stood just out of sight, listening closely. There was more than one voice, at least three as far as I could tell, but none of them sounded like Ryder, they sounded more like... like children. I waited. Slowly the trap door creaked open and I held my breath. “Look,” whispered one voice, a little girl, “The light's on, somebody's home, we better go,” “But I'm cold,” came a second voice, a little boy, no more than about five or six I guessed. “I know,” said the girl's voice again, “But we can't just walk into places where people live in the middle of the night.” I couldn't help myself, I poked my head around the corner and was met with three sets of wide, terrified eyes. I smiled, “Come down here,” I said. The little girl, a Draik with beautiful camouflage patterning shook her head and wrapped an arm around each of the young boys with her. “It's okay,” I coaxed, “I won't hurt you, it's cold out there, c'mon in,” “Dezzie, maybe we should,” said the little green Zafara pleadingly. “Yeah, she seems nice,” the spotted Xweetok on her other side nudged her with his head hopefully. Finally she sighed, “Okay,” she said, “But only for a few minutes.” Slowly they made their way down the creaking wooden steps until they stood in front of me. I gazed at them all; they were very dirty, and looked like they hadn't eaten in a while. “What are your names?” I asked. “I'm Desdamona,” the little Draik said, and these are my brothers Kalzikin,” she rested a hand on the scruffy little Zafara's dirty head, “and Nehemaiya.” The Xweetok twitched his tail proudly. “Well, it's nice to meet you all,” I said, “My name's Mollie, are you hungry? Here, sit on the bed and I'll make you some soup.” Their eyes lit up at the thought of food, and they scrambled onto my bed, Kalzikin wrapping himself in the blankets. “So what are you three doing out here in the woods all by yourselves?” I asked, stirring the soup as it simmered on the stove. “We ran away from the pound,” Desdamona said, “We didn't want them to separate us, so we tunnelled out one night and never looked back. We came out here and have been living in the woods ever since.” “Wow,” I said, “You must be very brave to do all that by yourselves, especially as little as you are.” Kalzikin puffed out his chest, “I'm not little,” he said crossly, “I'm six years old.” “Oh, sorry,” I smiled, “I guess that is pretty big.” I handed them each a bowl of soup and watched from my wicker chair in the corner as they inhaled it, it was obvious they hadn't eaten anything decent in a long time. They finished off the entire pot of soup, and as I cleared everything up, I glanced at the clock on the wall, “It's very late,” I said, “Why don't you three stay here for the night and I'll see what we can do with you in the morning.” They didn't argue, but snuggled one by one under the blankets, leaving just enough room in the double bed for me. I turned off the lights and rolled over, and from the darkness I heard Kalzikin's, “Thanks for letting us stay Miss Mollie.” I smiled, “You're welcome sweetie,” I murmured. I awoke early the next morning to a banging and crashing above me. Before I even had time to determine what was going on, Raphael appeared at the bottom of the steps. He stared when he saw the extra bodies I'd acquired. “Who are they?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, gesturing his hook at the three sleeping kids. “Orphans who live in the woods,” I replied, climbing out of bed slowly so as not to disturb them, “They showed up here in the middle of the night, and I couldn't just leave them in the cold. Where have you been?” Raphael smiled in that suave manner of his, and brushed his tail against my arm. Ordinarily I would have wanted to punch him for that, but this time there was something different, it almost felt... nice, somehow. “That's for me to know, and you to find out,” he said smoothly, “Come on, I want to show you something.” I glanced back at the kids, “Hang on,” I said, “I need to leave them some breakfast.” I pulled several boxes of cereal from the cupboard along with three plastic bowls, then scribbled a note for them and left it on the wooden table. “Okay,” I said. Raphael grasped my hand in his, and I had to stifle a gasp of surprise. A tingly warmth shot up my arm and I smiled a little, maybe this guy wasn't as big a jerk as I'd made him out to be after all. We walked through the woods a way, and several times I had to stop and rest my injured leg, Raphael didn't seem to mind. Finally we entered a clearing full of lush grass with woodland flowers popping up everywhere. In the middle of the picturesque scene, I saw a red and white checquered blanket, on top of which sat a picnic basket. “Will you join me for breakfast?” Raphael asked smoothly. I stared at him, then laughed, “Well, it seems I don't have much choice now does it?” I limped toward the middle of the clearing, and Raphael said, “Wait, I have something for you too.” He went up and pulled something from behind the basket and I gasped when I saw what it was. “You-you got me a cane?” I asked, humbled by his thoughtfulness and ashamed at my own weakness that led me to needing it. “Not just any cane,” he said, “It's made from the wood of palm trees on Mystery Island, they say it has special healing powers.” I walked up and took it from him, rubbing my hand gently over the smooth wood. I looked at him, “Thank you,” I said, “It's beautiful.” Rapahel smiled, then before I knew what was happening, he leaned up and kissed me on the cheek. My mouth went dry and my heart raced, what was going on? I stared at him and he shrugged nonchalantly, allowing his tail to glide up my back. My wings fluttered with excitement, and for a moment I forgot that he was the one who robbed me, then extorted me for a hiding place when anyone else would have done it just to be kind. Looking at him now, I realised there was a lot more than just a pirate behind that golden hook and his perpetual mask of indifference. We ate in relative silence, and I wasn't sure what to say to him. I still wasn't sure how I felt about him. Finally I stood up, and leaning on my new cane, said, “Would you like to come back and meet the kids?” Raphael looked mildly uncomfortable for a moment, then shook his head, “I'm no good with kids,” he said, “Besides, weren't you getting rid of them today?” I blinked, I hadn't really thought about it. “I don't know,” I said, “I have to make sure they're alright, I can't just dump them where I found them, they're so little.” Raphael shrugged, “Alright,” he said, “Just make sure they don't break anything.” With that he stood up, brushed his tail against my arm, and walked off, throwing a glance back in my direction when he thought I wasn't looking. I limped back to the underground cabin, pleased to find that my cane took the weight off my injured leg nicely. When I opened the trap door and went downstairs, I found all three kids sitting around the wooden table eating cereal. “Hi Miss Mollie,” Kalzikin said with his mouth full, “You want some? It's good.” I chuckled and ruffled the tuft of green fur on his head, “Sure,” I said, “You three sleep okay?” Desdamona nodded, “Yeah, we never slept on a real bed before, it was great!” I blinked, “Really?” I asked, my heart sinking with pity, “Never?” Nehemiyah shook his head, “Nope,” he said, “But we sure are glad we found you.” I turned away and bit my lip, what was I going to do with these kids? Kalzikin looked up from his empty bowl and spotted my cane. “What's the stick for Miss Mollie?” He asked. I glanced at it and said, “It's a cane, my friend gave it to me. I have trouble walking so I use it to lean on.” “How come?” He asked. “How come I lean on it?” “No, how come you have trouble walking?” Kalzikin enquired. Desdamona kicked him under the table, “Kallie, you're not s'posed t'ask stuff like that.” “How come?” He repeated. I laughed, “It's okay, I don't mind. I was... in an accident and hurt my leg, and now it's hard to walk on, that's all,” I said vaguely. Kalzikin nodded and seemed to let the matter drop. After breakfast, the kids and I thought we'd take a walk around town. I was very careful to wrap my face and wings in a shawl in case Ryder was out; I didn't want him to recognise me. Kalzikin pulled impatiently at my shawl sleeve, “C'mon Miss Mollie,” he said, “Let's go!” I smiled, it was obvious they had never actually been shopping before, with real money no less. “Alright Kallie, let's go,” I said. Kalzikin stopped when he heard me call him that, and a slow shy smile crept across his face. He ducked away and followed his siblings up the stairs, pushing the trap door open with effort. Our first stop was to an old thrift shop, but it looked more like it sold antiques. I shooed the kids off to go and find the toys while I browsed the old boxes and bins of arts and crafts. Eventually I stumbled upon a box of old photographs. I sorted through them until I found one that made me gasp. It was me, at maybe four years old, standing next to a little human girl with missing front teeth and braids in her hair. Her eyes shone bright blue, and they struck me in such a way that I was convinced I'd seen them before. I slowly turned the picture over, and gasped at what I read: Mollie and Rayden, 1996. Rayden knew me back then? What was going on? My mother’s golden locket slipped from my shirt and dangled out over the box delicately. Ginerly I opened it. I remembered. “Kids, um, I’ll-I’ll take you shopping tomorrow. Miss Moliie has some, erm, personal matters needed attended to. Don’t worry. You can still get a toy and Rafael will watch you.” “WHAT?! ¡Ah! Vaca loca, el viejo malvado! ¿Quién es esta extraña chica piensa que ella está hablando demasiado?” (Ah! Crazy, wicked, old heifer! Who does this strange girl think she is talking to?) I glared at him, pretty sure he wasn’t complimented my excellent grace or beauty or something. I knew one thing though. I needed to find Rayden. The image of her and our mother flashed in my mind. The little sister who was kidnapped when I was 8. She was here. "Shut up. There is something I have to do. Please, just watch them" And without waiting for a reply, I hobbled away on my bad leg and too police headquarters. ~******~ "Mom,just sayin', your hair is kind of freakin' weird. Couldn't you add some color or touch-ups to that, short, purple hair of yours,? And why you hatin' your wings? Dang, if I was you, I would be so happy I'd fly every day" "Chantelle, please be quiet. You're really annoying Mom, okay? Just chill with the questions dude" my 12 year old Starry Aisha said, holding Ana, my 1 year old Baby Aisha in his arms. She giggled and laughed. "I think you mean duddette, Sparky" "Naw, I meant dude" They both laughed. "SHUT UP!!" Chantelle the 14 year old Red Zafara yelled loud enough for the whole UNIVERSE and market to hear. I sighed, trying to fight the urge to tape both their mouths shut. Why had I created six pets again, became a mom, and grown wings? I looked at the purple wings in disgust. They were such a pain. I had somewhat managed to make a small fortune from stocks and games, but by no means was I rich with four kids and everyday expenses" Julia the 13 ear old Faerie Kougra hobbled over with her wooden cane and shook her head. " You guys should stop giving Mom such a hard time. Settle down now. Mom is stressed. I sense it." Chantelle and Sparxx each took a deep breath and muttered a soft apology. I smiled gratefully back at Julie and her amazing Faerie gift. Where would we be without it? I was about to thank her when I bumped and accidentally knocked over a familiar looking Xweetok. She picked up her groceries, looked like she was about to snap a witty retort, but instead, burst into tears. Turns out, her house had burned in a fire, and she was in a temporary shelter with four small pets. 'W-ha-wha-what do-do-do I-I dooooo? They are trying to take Vanessa and Cookie, a Baby Lupe, my youngest ones, because I can't pay rent, and she is an Uc Baby Kougra. She ran away from the person trying to trade her. What kind of shelter is this? For God sakes, they're only three!" What was I supposed to do but invite her to stay with us until she got back on her feet? Her pets, including Lunab, an 8 year old Christmas Xweetok, and Jazmin, a Chocolate 11 year old Cybunny, both friendly, greeted me warmly. All except one little Jelly Kacheek with an eye-patch. She glowered and muttered something about "stupid strangers" under her breath. I sighed. We -er,um I sure had our-I mean my- work cut out for us-me. Veronica snuffled and took my hand as we walked up the path to the boat leading towards Shenkuu. I was flustered and nervous, andmy tail swished back and forth in pleasure. We both glowered at one another. "Don't think that kiss or me taking your hand meant anything" she muttered, embarrassed. I could only smile for some reason on the cute frown on her face. No, it meant nothing. I swear. ~******~ 1 month later How had this happened? I now had 12 pets and a monstrous, nagging British bitch at my home We fought like an old married couple. Great!! I was thinking this while tending to the garden when I suddenly heard a rustle. Looking up, I saw three pets staring at me shyly and guilty with carrots in their hands. They were a 8 year old Ice Xweetok holding a 3 year old Baby Cybunny, and a 9 year old Shadow Xweetok with a beat up guitar. I learned their names were Zoey, Indigo, and Lokhart, and they were orphans. How could I turn away such innocent children? Oi, I had grown soft. I sighed and beckoned them into the house. Looks like we had 3 new additions to our family. What?! Did I just say that?????!!!!! ~*****~ It was nighttime and all the younger kids were settled into bed, except Lunab, who was making Christmas cookies with Jazmin, Chantelle, and Sparxx. The girl had a major Christmas obsession. I was just walking down the hallway when I slipped on a skate and fell on top of Veronica. Her bra strap slipped delicately down her dark purple tank top. I so badly wanted to tear that shirt off and see those plump breasts.... no, oh crap, I had to get out of here. "Wha-wha our you thinking, you dirty pervert?" she stuttered trying not blush and stare at my own chest. I blushed and hurriedly got off and out the door. I needed a drink. ~*****~ I don't know how it happened. One minute I am at a tavern and somehow I drank a lovers potio, and ended up back at home, wanting one thing. Veronica. She was chopping vegetables when I burst through the door, staring at here hungrily. I was going to tear off that shirt-tonight. "Where were you? I was worried sick. Have you been drinking? Why are you staring at my chest like that?" I just pulled her towards the bedroom and threw her down. She whimpered, yelled, and screamed for me to GET OFF, but she was victim of the spell too. Both our shirts and bras came off, and our breasts were exposed. Her nipples stood erect and ready for sucking. Her breast fell warm and steady in my paws. She sighed and moaned with pleasure as I kissed down her stomach and ate her out. My tongue explored places and sensations it never had experienced.I loved every minute of it, spell or not. And that's how Veronica became pregnant, which we found out from the doctor three-days later. It was the Pregnancy potion variety, and whoever, regardless of gender, made love, a baby was made and stayed in the womb for two months. Veronica wouldn't even look at me as I tried to catch her gaze. What had I done?" ~********~ A month had passed, and I was still living in my trap-door hole in the ground raising those three kids. It had only taken a week before I fell head-over-heels in love with them and asked them if they wanted to stay with me. I'd never seen anyone agree to anything so fast. Raphael and I were getting along much better than we had been doing, he came round most mornings and shared breakfast with the kids and I, and they for their part seemed to love him. I'd since told Rayden she was my sister, and needless to say she was shocked as I was when she found out. She was living with Veronica and an entire pound full of pets, but she seemed happy. Raphael and I regularly went to visit her and her kids, and Cookie, Ana and Rad especially were quite taken with him; they loved hearing stories of his pirating days when he pillaged villages and sailed the high seas with his scurvy crew. “C'mon Raphael,” Cookie begged, “Tell us the one about how those pets on Mystery Island almost threw you in the volcano again!” Raphael chuckled, for one who claimed he wasn't good with kids, he certainly had an enchanting way with them. “Alright,” he agreed, “Go find your sister and we'll start, she'd never forgive me for telling that story without her.” Cookie scampered off, and he smiled. I watched from the corner of the room, leaning on my cane. In spite of how long it had been, my leg was still not better, it still hurt when I put too much weight on it, and I feared at this point that it would never get better. I wore it as a constant reminder of the terrible things I'd left behind. That night, once Raphael had walked me to my trap door and watched me put the kids to bed, he came up and whispered in my ear, “Come here, I have something to show you.” I followed him out into the forest until we reached the clear spot where he'd taken me for that picnic the first morning I'd moved in. I gasped, the moon was huge, hanging low over the horizon and glowing a beautiful gold. “It's so beautiful,” I murmured. “Yes you are,” Raphael replied softly, sliding his tail over my shoulders. I looked at him, and saw a man I'd never seen there before. He wasn't just some brusque pirate with an affinity for stealing money and getting thrown in volcanoes, it was the first time I'd ever seen a real heart there, it was as beautiful as the moon, and impulsively I leaned over and kissed him. At first, he was as startled as I was, but eventually he leaned into it and wrapped both arms around my shoulders, easing me to the ground. I didn't resist. Our hearts and tails entwined, we made love more passionate than I'd ever thought possible, and by the time it was over, my heart was singing. Several months went by, and Veronica got bigger and bigger, and with every passing month, Rayden got more and more anxious. “What if something happens?” She asked, “What if something goes wrong?” She paced uneasily in my tiny one-room house, banging into cupboards and knocking empty teacups over in her agitation. I sighed as I sat on the bed and repeated the words I'd said a hundred times, “Everything's going to be fine, just wait and see.” It turned out we didn't have long to wait, I heard a thumping down the wooden stairs and Rapahel poked his head through the doorway, “It's time,” he said, “Let's go.” Rayden looked ready to pass out as she jumped up and followed Raphael up the stairs at a run. I followed them and rounded up my kids, who were playing in the trees near the house, “Come on kids,” I said, “Veronica's having her baby, we have to go to the hospital.” They ran after me as I limped toward the edge of the forest and up the hill to the street. We all squeezed into the taxi that was idling at the curb and took off towards the hospital. “You guys all family?” The taxi driver asked as he sped down the road. Raphael, Rayden and I all looked at each other, “Sort of,” I replied. From the back Kalzikin piped up, “Yeah, she's like our aunt, 'cept when she's bein' crabby an' we don't wanna talk to her, then we mostly leave her alone.” I blushed with humiliation as Veronica stared at me. Dezzie elbowed her little brother, “Shut up doofus,” she said, “Mollie said we weren't s'posed to tell Veronica she's annoying, remember?” “Oh yeah,” Kalzikin said, remembering rather too late. He popped his thumb into his mouth and sat back, seemingly content to let the matter drop. I leaned over and tugged his thumb out, eager to change the topic of conversation in a hurry, “C'mon Kallie,” I said, “That's yucky, besides, you're too big to do that now.” Kalzikin merely glared at me indignantly and replaced his damp thumb. It didn't matter that I'd taken him into my home and given him the closest thing he'd ever had to a parent, as far as he was concerned, he was still just a lodger, and he wasn't taking orders from me. We arrived at the hospital and Veronica was wheeled off to the maternity ward as we settled into chairs in the waiting room. It took nearly five hours, but at last we saw a doctor whose face we recognised, he pulled off his mask and smiled at us, “Would you like to come and see the baby?” He asked. We nodded and followed him down the hall. Pushing the door open slowly, we saw Veronica asleep in bed, and next to her a white cradle with a white bundle inside. Kalzikin ran over to the cradle and peered inside. He grinned, “He looks just like me!” He whispered loudly. We approached the cradle and saw that Kalzikin was right. There sleeping on the white mattress was a tiny baby Zafara. I stared at him, then back at the Xweetok in the bed behind me, then back at him again, and shook my head in bewilderment. Sometimes it seemed, I thought, looking round at all my new, unlikely friends, that life was just plain weird.Can anyone handle this project? Posted 1 Months ago http://www.neopetshive.com/Hive/newbies/index.htm http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neopets http://www.neocolours.me.uk/ Yes. Sent you the story. Here is an earlier part. Mollie is hiding in an underground shelter from her abusive boyfriend, Ryder. I spent the rest of the day puttering around the small space, organising everything to my liking, and feeling relief for the first time in a long time. That night as I lay in bed and stared at the earthen ceiling, I couldn't help but wonder what was going to become of my life now. I wondered how long I'd have to hide? Would I ever really be safe? Maybe if I moved to another country, I'd heard Brightvale was very pleasant. I sighed and rolled over, there was no point in thinking about this now, not when there was nothing I could do about it. I blew out my candle and closed my eyes. Late in the night I was awoken by a rustling noise in the leaves above me. I sat up anxiously, who could it be? Had Ryder found me? My heart pounded in my chest as I fumbled for the light switch near my bed and lit the room up again. I crept silently to the corner and found the heavy rock I'd put there for just such occasions as these. I went to the entryway and stood just out of sight, listening closely. There was more than one voice, at least three as far as I could tell, but none of them sounded like Ryder, they sounded more like... like children. I waited. Slowly the trap door creaked open and I held my breath. “Look,” whispered one voice, a little girl, “The light's on, somebody's home, we better go,” “But I'm cold,” came a second voice, a little boy, no more than about five or six I guessed. “I know,” said the girl's voice again, “But we can't just walk into places where people live in the middle of the night.” I couldn't help myself, I poked my head around the corner and was met with three sets of wide, terrified eyes. I smiled, “Come down here,” I said. The little girl, a Draik with beautiful camouflage patterning shook her head and wrapped an arm around each of the young boys with her. “It's okay,” I coaxed, “I won't hurt you, it's cold out there, c'mon in,” “Dezzie, maybe we should,” said the little green Zafara pleadingly. “Yeah, she seems nice,” the spotted Xweetok on her other side nudged her with his head hopefully. Finally she sighed, “Okay,” she said, “But only for a few minutes.” Slowly they made their way down the creaking wooden steps until they stood in front of me. I gazed at them all; they were very dirty, and looked like they hadn't eaten in a while. “What are your names?” I asked. “I'm Desdamona,” the little Draik said, and these are my brothers Kalzikin,” she rested a hand on the scruffy little Zafara's dirty head, “and Nehemaiya.” The Xweetok twitched his tail proudly. “Well, it's nice to meet you all,” I said, “My name's Mollie, are you hungry? Here, sit on the bed and I'll make you some soup.” Their eyes lit up at the thought of food, and they scrambled onto my bed, Kalzikin wrapping himself in the blankets. “So what are you three doing out here in the woods all by yourselves?” I asked, stirring the soup as it simmered on the stove. “We ran away from the pound,” Desdamona said, “We didn't want them to separate us, so we tunnelled out one night and never looked back. We came out here and have been living in the woods ever since.” ........... Mollie is a 19 year old Faerie Zafara with blond hair and eventually falls for Rafael, the smooth, talking 21 rogue pirate Rayden: A 18 year old Purple Kougra with wings and both her and Veronica, a 19 year old British Royalgirl Xweetok are in love, though they keep dening it. You'll see. Kalzikin looked up from his empty bowl and spotted my cane. “What's the stick for Miss Mollie?” He asked. I glanced at it and said, “It's a cane, my friend gave it to me. I have trouble walking so I use it to lean on.” “How come?” He asked. “How come I lean on it?” “No, how come you have trouble walking?” Kalzikin enquired. Desdamona kicked him under the table, “Kallie, you're not s'posed t'ask stuff like that.” “How come?” He repeated. I laughed, “It's okay, I don't mind. I was... in an accident and hurt my leg, and now it's hard to walk on, that's all,” I said vaguely. Kalzikin nodded and seemed to let the matter drop. After breakfast, the kids and I thought we'd take a walk around town. I was very careful to wrap my face and wings in a shawl in case Ryder was out; I didn't want him to recognise me. Kalzikin pulled impatiently at my shawl sleeve, “C'mon Miss Mollie,” he said, “Let's go!” I smiled, it was obvious they had never actually been shopping before, with real money no less. “Alright Kallie, let's go,” I said. Kalzikin stopped when he heard me call him that, and a slow shy smile crept across his face. He ducked away and followed his siblings up the stairs, pushing the trap door open with effort. Our first stop was to an old thrift shop, but it looked more like it sold antiques. I shooed the kids off to go and find the toys while I browsed the old boxes and bins of arts and crafts. Eventually I stumbled upon a box of old photographs. I sorted through them until I found one that made me gasp. It was me, at maybe four years old, standing next to a little human girl with missing front teeth and braids in her hair. Her eyes shone bright blue, and they struck me in such a way that I was convinced I'd seen them before. I slowly turned the picture over, and gasped at what I read: Mollie and Rayden, 1996. Rayden knew me back then? What was going on? Heather McClaskey 8:23 PM (14 hours ago) to Emily My mother’s golden locket slipped from my shirt and dangled out over the box delicately. Ginerly I opened it. I remembered. “Kids, um, I’ll-I’ll take you shopping tomorrow. Miss Moliie has some, erm, personal matters needed attended to. Don’t worry. You can still get a toy and Rafael will watch you.” “WHAT?! ¡Ah! Vaca loca, el viejo malvado! ¿Quién es esta extraña chica piensa que ella está hablando demasiado?” (Ah! Crazy, wicked, old heifer! Who does this strange girl think she is talking too?) I glared at him, pretty sure he wasn’t complimented my excellent grace or beauty or something. I knew one thing though. I needed to find Rayden. The image of her and our mother flashed in my mind. The little sister who was kidnapped when I was 8. She was here. "Shut up. There is something I have to do. Please, just watch them" And without waiting for a reply, I hobbled away on my bad leg and too police headquarters. ~******~ Rayden: "Mom,just sayin', your hair is kind of freakin' weird. Couldn't you add some color or touch-ups to that, short, purple hair of yours,? And why you hatin' your wings? Dang, if I was you, I would be so happy I'd fly every day" "Chantelle, please be quiet. You're really annoying Mom, okay? Just chill with the questions dude" my 12 year old Starry Aisha said, holding Ana, my 1 year old Baby Aisha in his arms. She giggled and laughed. "I think you mean duddette, Sparky" "Naw, I meant dude" They both laughed. "SHUT UP!!" Chantelle the 14 year old Red Zafara yelled loud enough for the whole UNIVERSE and market to hear. I sighed, trying to fight the urge to tape both their mouths shut. Why had I created six pets again, became a mom, and grown wings? I looked at the purple wings in disgust. They were such a pain. I had somewhat managed to make a small fortune from stocks and games, but by no means was I rich with four kids and everyday expenses" Julia the 13 ear old Faerie Kougra hobbled over with her wooden cane and shook her head. " You guys should stop giving Mom such a hard time. Settle down now. Mom is stressed. I sense it." Chantelle and Sparxx each took a deep breath and muttered a soft apology. I smiled gratefully back at Julie and her amazing Faerie gift. Where would we be without it? I was about to thank her when I bumped and accidentally knocked over a familiar looking Xweetok. She picked up her groceries, looked like she was about to snap a witty retort, but instead, burst into tears. Turns out, her house had burned in a fire, and she was in a temporary shelter with four small pets. 'W-ha-wha-what do-do-do I-I dooooo? They are trying to take Vanessa and Cookie, a Baby Lupe, my youngest ones, because I can't pay rent, and she is an Uc Baby Kougra. She ran away from the person trying to trade her. What kind of shelter is this? For God sakes, they're only three!" What was I supposed to do but invite her to stay with us until she got back on her feet? Her pets, including Lunab, a 8 year old Christmas Xweetok, and Jazmin, a Chocolate 11 year old Cybunny, both friendly, greeted me warmly. All except one little Jelly Kacheek with an eye-patch. She glowered and muttered something about "stupid strangers" under her breath. I sighed. We -er,um I sure had our-I mean my- work cut out for us-me. Veronica snuffled and took my hand as we walked up the path to the boat leading towards Shenkuu. I was flustered and nervous, andmy tail swished back and forth in pleasure. We both glowered at one another. "Don't think that kiss or me taking your hand meant anything" she muttered, embarrassed. I could only smile for some reason on the cute frown on her face. No, it meant nothing. I swear. ~******~ 1 month later How had this happened? I now had 12 pets and a monstrous, nagging British bitch at my home We fought like an old married couple. Great!! I was thinking this while tending to the garden when I suddenly heard a rustle. Looking up, I saw three pets staring at me shyly and guilty with carrots in their hands. They were a 8 year old Ice Xweetok holding a 3 year old Baby Cybunny, and a 9 year old Shadow Xweetok with a beat up guitar. I learned their names were Zoey, Indigo, and Lokhart, and they were orphans. How could I turn away such innocent children? Oi, I had grown soft. I sighed and beckoned them into the house. Looks like we had 3 new additions to our family. What?! Did I just say that?????!!!!! ~*****~ It was nighttime and all the younger kids were settled into bed, except Lunab, who was making Christmas cookies with Jazmin, Chantelle, and Sparxx. The girl had a major Christmas obsession. I was just walking down the hallway when I slipped on a skate and fell on top of Veronica. Her bra strap slipped delicately down her dark purple tank top. I so badly wanted to tear that shirt off and see those plump breasts.... no, oh crap, I had to get out of here. "Wha-wha our you thinking, you dirty pervert?" she stuttered trying not blush and stare at my own chest. I blushed and hurriedly got off and out the door. I needed a drink. ~*****~ I don't know how it happened. One minute I am at a tavern and somehow I drank a lovers potio, and ended up back at home, wanting one thing. Veronica. She was chopping vegetables when I burst through the door, staring at here hungrily. I was going to tear off that shirt-tonight. "Where were you? I was worried sick. Have you been drinking? Why are you staring at my chest like that?" I just pulled her towards the bedroom and threw her down. She whimpered, yelled, and screamed for me to GET OFF, but she was victim of the spell too. Both our shirts and bras came off, and our breasts were exposed. Her nipples stood erect and ready for sucking. Her breast fell warm and steady in my paws. She sighed and moaned with pleasure as I kissed down her stomach and ate her out. My tongue explored places and sensations it never had experienced.I loved every minute of it, spell or not. And that's how Veronica became pregnant, which we found out from the doctor three-days later. It was the Pregnancy potion variety, and whoever, regardless of gender, made love, a baby was made and stayed in the womb for two months. Veronica wouldn't even look at me as I tried to catch her gaze. What had I done? Several months went by, and Veronica got bigger and bigger, and with every passing month, Rayden got more and more anxious. “What if something happens?” She asked, “What if something goes wrong?” She paced uneasily in my tiny one-room house, banging into cupboards and knocking empty teacups over in her agitation. I sighed as I sat on the bed and repeated the words I'd said a hundred times, “Everything's going to be fine, just wait and see.” It turned out we didn't have long to wait, I heard a thumping down the wooden stairs and Rapahel poked his head through the doorway, “It's time,” he said, “Let's go.” Rayden looked ready to pass out as she jumped up and followed Raphael up the stairs at a run. I followed them and rounded up my kids, who were playing in the trees near the house, “Come on kids,” I said, “Veronica's having her baby, we have to go to the hospital.” They ran after me as I limped toward the edge of the forest and up the hill to the street. We all squeezed into the taxi that was idling at the curb and took off towards the hospital. “You guys all family?” The taxi driver asked as he sped down the road. Raphael, Rayden and I all looked at each other, “Sort of,” I replied. From the back Kalzikin piped up, “Yeah, she's like our aunt, 'cept when she's bein' crabby an' we don't wanna talk to her, then we mostly leave her alone.” I blushed with humiliation as Veronica stared at me. Dezzie elbowed her little brother, “Shut up doofus,” she said, “Mollie said we weren't s'posed to tell Veronica she's annoying, remember?” “Oh yeah,” Kalzikin said, remembering rather too late. He popped his thumb into his mouth and sat back, seemingly content to let the matter drop. I leaned over and tugged his thumb out, eager to change the topic of conversation in a hurry, “C'mon Kallie,” I said, “That's yucky, besides, you're too big to do that now.” Kalzikin merely glared at me indignantly and replaced his damp thumb. It didn't matter that I'd taken him into my home and given him the closest thing he'd ever had to a parent, as far as he was concerned, he was still just a lodger, and he wasn't taking orders from me. We arrived at the hospital and Veronica was wheeled off to the maternity ward as we settled into chairs in the waiting room. It took nearly five hours, but at last we saw a doctor whose face we recognised, he pulled off his mask and smiled at us, “Would you like to come and see the baby?” He asked. We nodded and followed him down the hall. Pushing the door open slowly, we saw Veronica asleep in bed, and next to her a white cradle with a white bundle inside. Kalzikin ran over to the cradle and peered inside. He grinned, “He looks just like me!” He whispered loudly. We approached the cradle and saw that Kalzikin was right. There sleeping on the white mattress was a tiny baby Zafara. I stared at him, then back at the Xweetok in the bed behind me, then back at him again, and shook my head in bewilderment. Sometimes it seemed, I thought, looking round at all my new, unlikely friends, that life was just plain weird. Humans turned into pets. Your character, Sophie, has been turned into aNeopet by a mysteryiouss stranger, while entering Neopia Central to find her sisters Most owners are human. This just makes it interesting. Little does she know that she is about to fall for a nerdy Green Kougra with red hair and big square glassses. And she finds two little pets who have escaped from the pound. Sound giood? Sophie I stayed curled up under the tree I had found. It was a nice, shady chestnut tree in the forest. I looked at myself, swishing my unfamiliar tail in front of me. Sighing, I smoothed out some of the wrinkles in my dress. It had been such a weird day. I was just fine reading under my tree, until this stranger had been passing by…. I remembered him looking at me strangely, his blue eyes peering out from under his hat at me, and smiling. It was a slightly unsettling smile. Then he had disappeared into the forest as quickly as I had seen him. Now… I shook my head, trying to think of what had happened after that. Surely there was an explanation as to why I was a Royalgirl Zafara? From one of the bushes my enlongated ears caught the sound of a rustle. I turned my head, gathering me dress near me and wrapping my tail around myself. I hoped whatever it was wasn’t going to try and eat me- I didn’t think I could run! My ears twitched again as the rustling grew a little louder and then stopped. To my surprise, out hopped a Desert Xweetok. Its bushy tail waved behind it, but it froze as it saw me, and seized up. Her eyes got really wide, and looked about ready to scramble back into the bush. “Tyranima? Tyra, what’s-“ The shadow Lupe stepped out. His pelt was darker than one I’d seen before, but the tip of his tail was stark white almost. He hesitated also. They both seemed young, very young, small and probably not very able to defend themselves. He took a step forward, flicking his tail protectively around the little Xweetok. Tyra hunkered down, making herself more protected by the Lupe’s form. “I thought there wasn’t anybody over here, honest I did Night….” The Lupe just nodded, keeping his eyes on me. I shifted uneasily, wishing I could be just a bit smaller…. Maybe I could slip away behind the tree. “Um…” I said instead, my voice barely squeaking out. “…Hi?” Awkward silence fell. My fingers twitched with nervousness. What was I doing? I should run, maybe…. No, I should just stay still. No, I should run and hide. They’d probably leave me alone if I just stayed still. I dropped my gaze to me hands in my lap. But…. They seemed so young…. The Lupe couldn’t be older than 8, maybe, and the little Xweetok maybe five. I was seventeen, and I probably towered over them if I stood up. But I didn’t want to. I glanced up, and Tyra was glancing at me from under Night, who seemed to be debating what to do, his ears cocked at odd angles as he stared at another bush, almost watching for something. “Uh….” Another noise slipped out before I could hold it in. I cringed as they both looked at me. “… Let’s… Try another way, Tyra….” Night nudged her a little. “But…. She doesn’t seem mad at us or mean…. Maybe she’s lonely.” Tyra whispered, but my sensitive ears picked it up. I shuffled my feet a little bit. Night must have sensed my unease. He looked over at me again pensively. While he did Tyra snuck out from under him and craned her neck towards me. Did I smell interesting? I probably did. I wonder if I smelled like a human…. I shifted and sort of reached my hand out. What was I going to do, wave at them? Try to shoo them off? No, I couldn’t do that. They were just kids…… Slowly, Tyra made her way out from under her protector. He looked about ready to protest but the words died in his mouth. He watched his little friend inch out, until she was about an inch from my hand. She sniffed it diligently, then put her head on it and rubbed it around. It felt good, a little calming…. Like a snuggle. Like when…. When my sisters would snuggle me when I felt bad… I frowned. The Desert girl looked up and her little smile faded as she saw my frown, and she backed up. “No! Wait!” I tried to recover, trying to smile again but it just faded as I got more distressed. “I… er…. Sorry…” My hand fell a little and trembled. The tilted her head, confused. I dropped my gaze, sighing. How could I mess up on something so small? Maybe this was why I always kept to myself. I was terrible with other people… I always got it wrong… Tyra caught me by surprise by snuggling into my side. “You seem nice.” She purred. I watched her a little, wide eyed and speechless. “…Thanks…” I whispered, barely managing to get the word out of my system. Maybe I could figure out who they were without scaring them off if I was really careful. “Um…. So… What are you doing out here?” “….We ran away from the pound.” Tyra told me, her voice getting softer. “Oh…” I felt my face soften a bit. “Why?” “Well…. Night and I were both there and we became good friends but then some people came in who wanted to adopt me that he knew were really bad people, and I got all scared so he helped me escape and we ran away….. And I miss my old people….” She whimpered. “Aw, I’m sorry…. I’m Sophie.” I told her, hoping she wouldn’t cry. It just broke my heart everytime I saw someone cry- human or pet. “That’s a nice name… I’m Tyranima and that’s Nightwind…. You seem really nice. Why are you here all alone?” She asked me, sort of smiling again. “Well…. It’s kind of a long story. I was here reading my book and-“ I WAS reading my book… I cast a quick glance around. Speaking about my book, it was gone. Vanished. I sighed. “Well… I’ll tell you a little later, okay?” I carefully stood up. Nightwind approached, still a bit hesitant, but trusting his little friend’s judgment of character. “How about we just find somewhere safe to talk… And maybe a little to eat?” Tyra’s eyes brightened. “Yeah! That sounds awesome!” I glanced at Night, and he sort of nodded, as if just realizing how hungry he was. “Okay….” I picked a direction other than the one they had come from and started walking. Glancing up at the sun, I let out a small sigh under my breath. This was going to be a long day. (My older writer who wrote Sophie's part flaked on me. It would help if you made aNeopets account) I quiet enjoyed it. Just a few things I wanted to point out. Who are these Neopets? You and your Neopets are like humans, who can wear clothing, walk on two legs, etc..... and they call you Mom, much to your discomfort at first. XD Can you write where you meet the geeky Green Kougra with red hair and thick-lens black glasses and his Starry Xweetok sister, Treixxes, 6, and where they meet Rayden and Mollie, her sister? Here she discovers about all the pets and the new arrival, the Baby Xweetok.

Yes, I am looking for a guide for human bases found on deviantart. I want to know what program to use, how to edit and color them in, and the basics of designing. Anyone have a guide or can offer guidance? I mighty appreciate it.

Pen Quille snuffled and looked up at him, tears still brimming at her eyes. " Well, um, I usually write a lot of poetry about nature and what I'm feeling, and I love writing fiction and fantasy stories. But my favorite subject is-romance. " Her face flushed as she pawed at the ground. Why was she telling him these things? Its not like he could really like her, right? Yet something about his smile and mysterious, but kind intelligent manner alluredher. It even- she blushed harder at this- kind of turned her on.

I am bursting at the seams with these two ideas. I need a serious comic artist for my idea about a gothic rag-doll falling in love with the crazy scientists son (who created her) who takes in monster orphans. For the manga idea- it came to me in a dream. All I know is the name of one of the main characters. Purple-chan.

Yes, again, I require artistic help in fields I am lacking in. I would like an artist to color a base I can provide for all three Ocs. One will be my persona!! I am sorry if I botered you. I will provide links once I am done making crappy examples. Thank you for your time.

Pen Quille snuffled as she felt the warm brush of wings against her cheeks. HWarmth radiatye through hert face, giving out a soft sigh. She nodded her head. "Lets (sniffle) just go. With that they payed the build and stepped out into the dark night, only lighten by the moon.

Pen Quille looked more reassured as she relaxed her pose. "Oh, well, I suppose if it's for your own protection... then it's fine. It's actually quiet noble of you. " she said with admiration and a smile. Her cheeks warmed more as she stared at her guest intently. Realizing what she was doing, she quickly buried her face in her hoofs. Why did her social awkwardness always get in the way?" tears trimmed her eyes as her chin trembled. Why was she so sensitive and such a crybaby?

Pen Quille looked at him a little fearfully. You... aren't, um, er violent..are you? I-I-I don't like violence. My friend Fluttershy and Honey Dew taught me about kindness and respect, as did my parents. Gosh she sure is something.... she's one of the most amazing ponies ever. I always kind og had a crush on her. " she quickly covered her hoofs with her mouth after what she just said. I...er....um...

She blinked and blushed. Usually everyone referred to her as Pen Quille. She despised nicknames. Her and Soarin Dash's mother had precisely given them their names, and she believed fully that a person should stick to their name. But something about the way his eyes sparkled and the way he cutely munched on his breadsticks couldn't help but soften her heart. "That.... would be nice." she smiled softly, her eyes still dewey. Oh how her heart raced!!

Pen Quille shook her head and laughed as she placed their orders. Her stuttering seemed to have disappeared and she appeared more relaxed. "She always watches out for me, what with my autism and all. I'm pretty naive" she admitted bashfully looking down at the breadsticks on the table. Steel smiled and gently took her hoof. "Nothing wrong with that, my dear. I think it makes you more adorable. Oops, I-ugh-er" Now the Peagus was the one who couldn't think of anything to say as Pen Quille went completely red. "No one's ever said that about me..... they treat my autism as a disease or disability. Thank you" she replied softly, her eyes dewey. How could time feel like it was standing still? When he looked into her beautiful purple eyes.

Pen Quille jumped in surprise and shock, her face growing steadily warm. "Oh, um hi-hi-hi Steele how-how are you? Are you doing alright? See anything in the clouds lately? Hehe, uh, erm, yeah" Her face was almost bright red as she continued to giggle nervously. Steel smiled and gently took her by the hoof. "Nothing to be nervous about. It's all fine. Let's go to the restraunt, shall we?" Pen Quille nodded dumbly and followed without complaint. Her sister was about to follow. "No need for a chaperone. I'll take good care of her. Trust me." He gave the filly a warm smile. She looked suspicious but eased up. Something in the tone of his voice seemed true. "Okaaaaayyy. But bring her back by 11. No horseplay you two" giving the two her trademark smirk and wink as she flew into the clouds. Both blushed profousely as they entered the restraunt. Pen Quille looked down at the hoof he was still holding and blushed. What was she going to do?

Pen Quille nerrvously plucked at her braided purple mane, shuffling her hoofs and looking around awkwardly. She was supposed to meet this handsome, but mysteyious colt, 4 years her senior. And, as usual, she was a nervous wreck. "Calm down Pen Quille, it's just a first date. You'll live. I mean, even if you stuter and yell to loudly, I'm sure it will be fine. He really likes you. I can tell" the young 14 year old Peagus and her sister said kindly, her usual teasing tone gone. She flew down to her sister's level and gave her a hug. Even though they often fought, Soarin' Rainbow still looked out for her 18 year old autistic sister. She had slyly been watching the two blushing ponies on the street, always keeping a protective eye on Pen Quille. Pen Quille hugged her back and smiled. Her sister might have tricked her into asking Steal for a first date, but she was kind of happy she did. Pen Quille never had the guts to do that.