The rain's pouring down on your back as you walk down the path. You're just passing through, but you've noticed already how people seem to be treating each other on their looks and rankings in the world. There are so many posh people walking down the street, looking so well off in this life. You yourself seem to be treated well. tourist, perhaps? For now, you're of use.

He wears his heart

You smile to yourself as you continue to walk, tipping your hat (or, pretending you have one.) to the strangers that greet you on your walk. you have no idea where you're going, but the area seems nice enough for it to just be stroll.

Safety pinned to his backpack

Wretch!! Filth! Pathetic child!
You raise an eyebrow and look around you, stopping in mid crowd as people walk past you. You see a small blur of colour and green fall to the ground, as a group of people shout insults. You begin to retrace your steps to see what's going on.

His backpack is all that he knows

Your suspicious are correct. On the ground is a young, frightened Zafara. his pelt is a medium gray, covered in all sorts of markings. The fur on his cheeks sparkle as tears work their way down from his eyes. A tattered, raggy cloak covers him. It slipped below his shoulders, and looked in bad condition.

Shot down by strangers

Deep down you know you want to help the poor thing, but you hold back while it continues. You don't want to be the next one to recieve this sort of treatment. The Zafara curls itself slightly, as if trying to keep the pain away. He held something against his chest tightly, seeming as if he was protecting it with his life. A package of some sort.

Whose glances can cripple

He leans too far to one side and tumbles over. The others simply begin to kick his back and stomach, spitting on his every now and then just to make the scene more humiliating. It soon ends as the people leave the zafara motionless on the ground, for dead. Obviously the child meant nothing to them... Only Scum to be ridded of. Once the offenders are out of sight, the Zafara springs back up to it's knees, dropping the package beside it as it leans forward.

The heart and devour the soul

Hack! Hack! You quickly look away and clench your teeth as the zafara begins to cough hard and loudly, clearly straining itself. You can hear it gasp for air and choke after every few coughs, followed by sobs of distress. You move your fingers, taking a peak through them at him.

All alone he turns to stone

Blood. Blood splatters on the ground as he holds one hand to his chest, andother over his mouth. The red liquid seeps through the space inbetween his own fingers, dribbling down him wrist and arm, staining the brown material as it desends down his chin aswell. You're no doctor, but he's obviously taken a terrible beating.

While holding his breath half to death

It's a heartbreaking sight, but people just walk on past him. One woman, seeming to be just a bit older than him kicks him back down with her heel as she walked past. What type of place is this to live in? where nobody seems to care. How was this child surviving to begin with?

Terrified of whats inside

To say that his soul was crushed beyond repair was an understatement. What was keeping the poor thing going as blood leaked from his mouth with each weak cough? Why would no-one help him? What had he Done to become this unwanted? Had he done anything? It was time to find out, you think to yourself, rushing to his side, finally.

To save his life he crawls
Like a worm from a bird





::Stats»»
Full Name : FlorianInnocent
Name : Florian
Age : 15
Gender : Male
Species : Zafara
Figure :
Mother : Unknown
Father : Unknown
Siblings : Sync, Ion
Crush : None
Petpet : Taylor the Nedler ♥
:


::Story


::Surviving
Your mind's been itching for awhile, wondering how a zafara in such an un healthy condition could survive in this area for so long, obviously rarely offered any help.
As he sits quietly, smiling, you have to ask.
Biting your lip, you slowly open your mouth, "How have you been able to make it through this time...?"
He scratches the back of his head, thinking the question over, "Ummm..." he begins, "sometimes, tourists here pay for a room in the hotels for me and I can sneak in, and sometimes people are just nice..."
You don't look like you can exactly buy food..." You begin, raising an eyebrow.
He smiles again, rummaging through his cloak and holding something out in a few moments. Red, shiny and sparkly.
You know what that is. One of those rare, Everlasting apple things. They go for a hell of a lot now.
Florian looks it over, making sure it iswn't damaged, "Every time I take a bite out of this, it comes back, so I never get hungry!" He says, "I get tired of apple some times, but it's better then nothing.
You're half tempted to take it yourself and sell it but seeing his smile again you jsut can't bring yourself to do it.


::Petpet
Taylor
You try your best to take all of this in, but your legs are getting pretty tired. You set down on a cardboard box filled with got knows what and put your hand down.
The rain wasn't hitting you from here, but you reaslise your hand's getting wet. Maybe there was a leak? ... A leak couldn't get the bottom of your hand. You quickly look to the side seeming as if your hand is in a bucket of water, only to see some mess of orange and purple. Your eyes widen to see that's it's a creature of some sort, and whatever's causing the moist feeling is coming from it's mouth. You quickly open your mouth to swear, but Florian in all his good heartedness gets in the way.
Isn't she adorable?" He asks with a warm smile, seeming incredibly happily. That smile just melts your heart, but the slime on your hand's too much of a distraction.
W-what...?" You begin.
That's Taylor. The scienist said she was something called a 'Nedler' from an Meteor.
You move your hand back trying to seem interested, but as you raise it 'Taylor' just seems to hang on, dangling in the air from the tenticales that are wrapped around your hand.
Florian gives a small giggle, before walking over and tickling the creature under the chin, causing it to gurgle like a laughter and fall into his hands.
I found her in a dumpster a few months ago." He explains, before moving on.


NEOPETS, characters, logos, names and all related indicia
are trademarks of Neopets, Inc., © 1999-2008.
® denotes Reg. US Pat. & TM Office. All rights reserved.
PRIVACY POLICY | Safety Tips | Contact Us | About Us | Press Kit
Use of this site signifies your acceptance of the Terms and Conditions