~*~ Golden script sparkles on the sandy pelt of the large kougra that stalks you. With a sudden movement she bounds, pouncing upon you and licking your nose. After a moment she sits back to greet you. ~*~

Hey Nek! I am sorry for my entrance, but you looked like so much fun to pounce on... and I was feeling a tad bored.

I believe that I was about due for a new page. I feel as if I have been ignored by Pooka for sometime *fake sad sigh* and I needed a brand spanking new page to make me feel better.

I was named after Ta'Repy, the Egyptian name for the constelation 'virgo' who was depicted as a female sphinx.

It should be said that I am the one and only Hieroglyph pet. I was the first, I am the only, and an original cannot be duplicated.
(GoddessIceWave says that went straight to my head.)

The Story of my Coat

If you haven't heard the story already, I wasn't born with my sparkling scripted pelt, once I was a young desert kougra... blue stripes and all.
But it was the one morning when I visited the Shrine of Coltzan that something odd had happened.

As every visitor hopes for, Coltzan's ghostly image appeared before me. But he didn't bless me, instead something strange had happened. Coltzan's distant voice told me that I would be original... different. Nothing happened. When I awoke the next morning my stripes were gone, replaced by golden hieroglyphic script!

Yet strangely, these glittering golden markings actually were prophetic, the spoke of the future and things to come. Occationally they change when the fate fortold comes to pass, or when something drastic is about to happen in Neopia.
The only ones that stay the same are the ankhs on my forhead and tail, along with the 'eye of Horus' on each of my shoulders.

Sadly due to this twist of fate, I was thrust into the life of a scribe and prophet. (Not the best situation for one as hyper as myself.)

Now my once carefree days are spent either practicing my writing, or learning my hieroglyphs, or reading ancient books and tablets. (Alright, I do like the reading part.)

But when not spending my days in study, I am forced to sit upon pillows as priests move about me, murmuring and burning heady insence. They stare at my pelt, take notes, hurm and haw over what they find.

They treat me as if I'm a sacred old piece of papyrus... as if I'm both divine and an object. *hrumphs*

But when I get too fed up with it all... I make my escape into the desert. Eventually I always return, but I can't stand being cooped up, and treated like this every day.

Sendairkin

Sendair.. *sighs happily* I have such a crush on him.
If it wasn't for his playful nature I could never handle the way my life has become.

His is fun, friendly, playful, can keep up with my energy, and is serious enough to still keep me grounded. He humours me when I go through my sudden hyper periods, and is just plain wonderful. Did I also mention brave and heroic?

I consider him my life-mate and love the idea of spending out my days with this wonderful sabre-toothed kougra. He is even so very kind and fatherly to my daughter Asthertet.
Perhaps someday we will have a litter of our own.

Asthertet

Now that I have mentioned my daughter Asthertet, I should probably speak about her a little bit.
Asthertet is the cub that I had with my first mate, Crumpitt. (Yes, he is a blumaroo... I don't see anything wrong with cross-species relationships.)

Ash (her nickname) is a sweet young thing. Originally she was painted as a baby kougra, but for her 1rst birthday she wanted to become faerie. Now she lives in the Sylvan forest, an area full of faeries and fey-touched pets. Originally she seemed to have taken after me, being bouncy and playful... yet as she aged she seems to have become more like her father, helpful and dependable.

My Adopted Family