LUPE DAY SPECIAL

Meeting Of The Lupes
by Chavo_guerrero

The Lupes are in attendance,
They make up a massive pack,
Today is a quite a party
And these Lupes will not hold back.

All the Lupes will be there
For this very special day,
Not one Neopet among them
Could ever stay away.

Every colour is right there
In the midst of this group,
From orange, shadow, and magma,
Right up to Darigan Lupe.

As today is Lupe Day,
They can really have some fun,
And the special activities
Have only just begun.

There will be tasty foods to feed on
And games that Lupes can play,
Balloons to chase around
And stories that they can say.

A great time will be had by all
Until the day is through,
And then the Lupes will separate,
And bid each other adieu.

But, next year they will meet once more
When Lupe Day calls to them,
And all the fun and games begin
As they celebrate again.

Jeran Is In Our Story
by Fyora_fyora__33

Trumpets blast of his loud splendor,
Banners raise his hue;
Jeran is a knight of honor,  
Great Lupe of courage true.

To stand the test of time itself
Was his first golden feat.
Then face evil Lord Kass himself?
Great doom did his foes meet!

But valiant heroes also need
The magic touched by fae's:
By Psellia’s air, he was once freed 
From falling on death’s face. 

To keep his hope for Meridell,
Jeran fought his way through.
With daring mind and heart so swell,
He conquered foes he knew.

His youthful years braved giant wars --
They now tell our story.
The challenge for us now, it roars:
Uphold Jeran’s story!

The Lupe Who Loves To Fish
by Sugarypixiestix2

Fishing is his one life's pursuit,
he loves it more than Chia fruit.
The Lupe fishes in every weather,
with his rugged boots of leather.

His most cherished spot in Neopia
is not where you can hunt a Chia.
It is Ye Olde Fishing Vortex,
occupying it like a tree's cortex.

He has a seat reserved in his name,
which helps him fish with good aim.
The Lupe even farms his own bait
and he keeps it in a special crate.

Often he passes along his knowledge
of how he gathers his fish haulage.
Regularly taking home so much game,
it's like he's made the fish tame.

If you need help with your fishing,
you don't need a Wand of Wishing.
Just look for the Lupe in red plaid,
his wise advice will make you glad.

The Ghost Lupe
by Fairyxhearts

There are many who doubt that he exists
And only few who have seen, in the mists,
The appearance of the elusive ghost
Who wanders the Mystery Island coast.

But be warned that this is no idle tale
And that there is, indeed, a Lupe most pale
Who reigns over the island by murky night
While inspiring in all the greatest fright.

Toward others he will suddenly glide
As if materialised from the ocean tide,
Though if, nearby, this Lupe long prowls,
You may be warned prior by his growls.

Should you hear the phantom's cries,
Take much care to avoid his eyes.
For, in their dark red depths, you will see
Anger so paralysing that you will not flee.

Do not allow yourself to become a dupe
By taking as faerie story this ghost Lupe,
And aim for lit paths to evade his sting,
As you will otherwise need many a sling.

The Surfer Cassile
by Rielcz

A raging river winds itself through
The mountains overlooking Shenkuu.
An em'rald board dashes down the streams
As a young Lupe chases her dreams.

She is Cassile; surfing is her soul,
It is a sport she'll always extol.
She likes archery, too; Gormball, sure,
But to surfing those sports lack allure.

To jump on the board, feel the attack,
The sun gorg'ously warm on her back.
To enjoy the cool breeze rushing past...
If she could just make these moments last.

A corner here, an obstacle there...
Cruising down the stream with ease and flair.
Her black curls just damp, she's filled with glee,
Cassile is and she always will be

A surfer at heart; she loves the sport,
Those starting out she's quick to support.
A race's outcome is trivial;
She is in it 'cause she loves the thrill.

Rapidly whizzing 'round cheering crowds --
She yells to them, exciting and loud,
"Oh, I'm having just way too much fun!" 
Win or lose the race, the day she's won.

Number Five
by Tj_wagner

Deep in the Darigan Citidel,
In the prisons dark and cold,
Lives a Lupe of unknown history
Who is crazy as he is old.
His eyes are wild and his voice cracks.
On his craziness do not dwell.
Ignore his ranting as he plays
A game within his cell.

Barely a guard is old enough
To remember the day that he came.
Even now, through all these years,
No one even knows his name.
He just showed up one day with his staff
Screaming about some sort of jelly world.
Such insanity had to be hidden,
So into the prison he was hurled.

When Master Vex invented a game,
Against boredom he did strive.
This insane old Lupe was the fifth player,
So he became known as Number Five.
His madness leads to odd strategies.
Could there be intelligence in his eyes?
Be careful, or you might fall victim
To the insanity of his lies.

A world made of jelly?
It’s ridiculous and pure absurdity,
Especially considering that the story
Is coming from one of such maturity. 
Just focus on winning the game
And getting out of this dungeon alive.
Don’t get distracted by the crazy tales
Of the old Lupe called Number Five.

Bagatelle Woes
by Trubiekatie

Are you going to the Haunted Woods?
Well, I think it’s best you turn around.
I see those Neopoints in your pocket --
What you’ll do will surely cause a frown.

You’re off to see Harker, aren’t you?
At his crazy game of Bagatelle?
I swear it is rigged for him to win!
But, upon all my losses, I should not dwell.

It’s not just rigged for me, 
But everyone who plays.
See those books propped up under the leg?
He tells me, that crazed and strange Lupe,
It’s just to fix the one broken peg.

But, I think it slants the board too much!
So the Mootix falls right each and every play.
With the Jackpot on the far right star,
Each loss comes with much dismay.

Harker, are you cheating?
He shakes his head and tells me no;
That the slant is to level the table
And that I should pay for another go.

So here I am, playing Bagatelle,
With Harker, that cheating Lupe.
“We have a loser,” he tells me again,
And with my losses, I now must regroup.

Lupe Day Haikus
by Thisisforthegames

Brave knight, his name lost.
The Ghost Lupe wanders in the
dark night, his love lost.

Proud Jeran, Skarl's knight,
defending Meridell from
evil Darigan.

Inspector Von Lupe,
solver of great mysteries,
caught the bad bike thief.

Werelupe! Werelupe! Run!
Waiting claws and hungry jaws
yearn to eat you up!

Benevolent King
Coltzan the Third, at his shrine
he blesses the kind.

Altador, Stone King.
Gatherer of Twelve Heroes;
Darkest Faerie's bane.

Omelette Warden, he
keeps the greedy ones away...
he is Sabre-X.

Happy Lupe Day to
all Lupes, great and small, famous
or not, proud Lupes all.

Slumber
by Emilysusanburt

The mist, it creeps
Through branches bare
And 'round the campfire's glow.
We huddle close
And hope for dawn,
The night slips by so slow.

The Spirit is near,
His presence is felt,
Drifting through shadows nearby.
We keep to our circle,
Though no guarantee,
To avoid his attention, we'll try.

Once, centuries ago,
Too long to remember,
They say that he, too, was alive.
But now the Lupe wanders,
Accursed and alone --
A fate worse than any could contrive.

But what does he want?
That, no one knows,
For he lives by his own fickle law.
To summon him carries
A terrible risk;
He will hold your life's fate in his paw.

So, we gather together,
Telling stories of old,
'Round the safety of the fire's warm light.
The Spirit of Slumber
Passes by in the dark...
Luck and fortune were with us tonight.

Beloved Is The Plushie Lupe!
by Indulgences

Beloved is the plushie Lupe,
A creature sewn from strings.
It's made of such expensive stuff,
Its yarn is glimmering!

I want to own a plushie Lupe
Someday, when I can buy
A Plushie Paint Brush of my own.
My Lupe I'll beautify!

I love its colors, red and blue,
With stitches bold with gold.
I'm going to hug my future Lupe
With joy that's uncontrolled!

So that's my plushie Lupe plan!
It's something I hold dear.
I'm saving up my Neopoints
To paint my Lupe with cheer!