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Two in one, two in one, two in one is twice the fun.

Throughout the page, italics signal dialogue.

The Zafara is walking oddly--weaving, zigzagging, ducking, as if she can't decide her destination--and she also seems to be arguing with herself. You can only catch bits of what she's saying, but maybe that's all for the best. Stop it...you know...don't want...just let me...Kelse! Shut up, shutupshutupshutup!

It almost looks like her eyes are changing color--from blue to blood-red and back--but that must be a trick of the light.

Excuse me, you say, stepping into her path. I'm looking for...Kelsedor?

Her blue eyes search your face. Oh...you don't know.

Don't know what? you say.

About, she begins, and then her eyes turn red and she snarls at you. After a moment her eyes are blue again. She looks haunted. That.

Quick Stats

Name: Kelse / Edor
Known as: Kelse / Edor
Pronunced: Rhymes with "else" / like "Ee door
Nicknames: Kel / Dorrie
Species: Demon Zafara / angel Zafara
Color: ??? / Christmas

Likes and Dislikes


Children Animals Light Faeries Flowers	Violence Hatred Dark Faeries Evil	Violence Blood Dark Faeries	Edor Fyora Light Faeries Children Cute animals

Synopsis

Once upon a time, there were two Zafaras named Kelse and Edor--sisters. A demon and an angel. Kelse hated her sister, but Edor was too pure for hatred--she still loved Kelse. And so at Kelse's execution, Edor couldn't allow Kelse to die...so she used magic she didn't understand, with predictable results: something went wrong. Kelse lives, but she remains trapped in her sister's body--and now they fight for control. When Edor is in control, she has her normal blue eyes; but when Kelse wins, Edor's eyes turn red, and then you don't want to be around.

Design

Refs coming as soon as I can draw some that aren't really ugly. Just as a note, these descriptions apply before Kelse's execution, when each sister was in her own body. For after the execution, the design is basically Edor's, but with Kelse's eyes when Kelse is in control of the body, and a little more ragged. Also, Kelse sometimes removes Edor's halo.

Edor looks pretty much like your ordinary Christmas Zafara, but her face is all white and her eyes are a brighter blue. The lower plumage--I'll look up technical terms later--on her wings are also yellow. Her halo is just above her head and is a more pastel yellow than her fur and feathers.

Kelse has smoky grey fur on her body--if you have Mac OS Tiger, it's probably Iron in your crayon-box. She has sharp spikes down her spine and tail, and her tail ends in an arrowhead--there's probably a term for it, but I don't remember it. She has two stripes each on each of her arms, ears, and legs. These stripes are narrow, like claw-marks, and wrap halfway around the appendage. Stripes, spikes, arrowhead, and eyes are all a darkish red--Cayenne in my crayon box, the color used on this layout. Her canine teeth usually hang slightly out of her mouth--they're just barely off-white. Kelse's wings are the same grey, plumage streaked with Cayenne.

Stories

Most pets, it seems, only have one story--of how they got their super powers or became a ghost or zombie or whatever. But life doesn't end there--well, maybe it does, but you catch my meaning. So here are the continued adventures of Kelse and Edor, in more or less chronological order...no, scratch that, in the order they were written. I'll add more whenever I feel like it.

1 -- Origin

Still a WIP, sorry

The meadow just outside Altador was a very pretty place. Flowers grew, and the long grass almost hid the Christmas Zafara who lay on the ground with her eyes closed. Her surroundings looked like they'd conspired to be the very image of sweet summer tranquility. She wasn't quite asleep--only halfway there. She woke up suddenly when a pair of knees dug into her outspread wings.

She found herself staring into a pair of blood-red eyes. She exhaled. Kelse.

The demon's face twisted in a snarl of sharp teeth. Their edges appeared to be bloodstained. Edor tried not to shiver, and that made Kelse smile.

Are you okay? Edor asked.

Don't ask me that! Kelse snapped. Her tail whipped across Edor's thighs, its spikes creating small cuts. Edor winced, which seemed to restore Kelse's good mood, but Kelse's good moods weren't particularly pleasant either. You ask such stupid questions. Rabbit.

Edor knew better than to ask her sister to get off of her. That would just make Kelse dig her knees deeper into the angel's wings.

What do you want? Edor asked, without hostility. Kelse grinned, showing sharp teeth. Edor wanted to believe that the dark stains at their edges weren't blood, but she couldn't quite manage it.

Would you believe the pleasure of your company? No, I don't suppose even you are that stupid. Kelse leaned back--not enough to take her weight off of Edor's wings.

Do you need help? Edor asked calmly--as calmly as she could.

Would I come to you if I did? Kelse snarled, then contradicted herself with, I never need help.

Wisely, Edor said nothing. Finally Kelse stood, releasing her sister's wings. Edor scrambled to her feet as Kelse paced before her. Edor could feel her heart speeding up, wondering what Kelse wanted. The demon was not in the habit of paying social calls--at least, not social calls that were pleasant for their recipients.

Kelse turned suddenly, and Edor stared in confusion for a moment before hearing what Kelse had: voices. Young voices: children, coming to play in the meadow as they often did. Kelse looked over her shoulder and smiled, lips pulling back across bloodstained teeth.

Kelse, don't! Edor said, but she should have known that her protests would only make Kelse more determined to act. Kelse dropped to all fours, her smoky gray fur vanishing in the grass: there was only the movement, like a shark through water. Edor ran after her, but she was not as fast as Kelse; as an angel, she relied on magic rather than physical fitness.

The children emerged from the trees: a boy and a girl. They saw Edor, were startled by the look on her face, but after a moment and a whispered conversation decided that she must be a lunatic--besides, the boy realized that here he could prove his bravery, by protecting his companion from the lunatic or, just maybe, the danger she feared. He couldn't imagine anything he couldn't prevent.

Go back! Edor shouted; she was getting no closer to Kelse, but Kelse was getting closer to them. Edor launched herself into the air, spreading her wings, and landed on her sister's back. Kelse turned and snarled, clawing at Edor, trying to get to her eyes. The children screamed at seeing the demon erupt from the grass. Had Edor been more vindictive, she might have shouted, Now will you run? But there was no need: they did.

Kelse had decided on a bigger prize. She had pulled Edor to the ground and was clawing, attacking with long nails and tail and...Edor wanted to believe the things that had just grazed her shoulder weren't Kelse's teeth. On the ground, Kelse had the upper hand: she was stronger. Edor pushed her hand into her sister's fur; there was a burst of light and Kelse was thrown off Edor, snarling. Kelse turned to renew her attack, but before she could, a Crokabek landed on her shoulder and cawed at her.

Be glad that I have better things to do, Kelse snarled at her sister, and turned and flew away.

---

It was a few weeks later that Edor, along with everyone else in Neopia, found out what Kelse's "better things to do" were. It was a dreadful war, the Darkest Faerie's bid for power; Edor did not fight, but she worked as a healer. Besides desiring an end to the war, her greatest wish was that her sister wasn't on the other side; but Kelse fought as one of the Darkest Faerie's lieutenants, her bloodlust and cruelty bringing her quickly through the demonic ranks.

Even when the war was over, Edor could not truly celebrate, because Kelse was one of the enemy, and Kelse was too violent to let go and...there was no consideration to keep Kelse alive, like the ancient laws that kept Faeries from killing each other (misbehaving faeries were occasionally turned into butterflies, but that wasn't death).

Kelse's execution was surprisingly well-attended--you'd have thought Faerieland would have grown tired of death by now. Her sister was in the front row: traditional relative's privilege at executions, though of course most of them would have preferred not to have to attend at all.

Kelse was dragged, chained, to a raised dais before the crowd. Behind the dais were the seats of the High Faeries--Fyora, Jhudora, Illusen, the Fountain Faerie, the Negg Faerie, Taelia, and the Battle Faerie. Missing were Jhudiah--she had long since been estranged from the rest of the Faerie world--the Soup Faerie, who was too busy, and the Darkest Faerie. And there was no need to guess why the last missing Faerie wasn't present.

Fyora stepped up to a podium and began to read from a long scroll: We are gathered here today to witness the execution of a dangerous enemy of Faerieland, the demon Kelse, for crimes including and exceeding...

Edor didn't want to listen to what her sister had done; she could imagine well enough. Kelse turned the best she could in the chains and snarled, Would you get on with it already? Can't you find a more humane execution method than boring me to death?

Once upon a time, that would have been shocking, but Faerieland had had enough of demon behavior. Now there was just a grumble of anger from the assembled audience. Fyora's eyes flashed.

As you wish, the Faerie Queen said. She raised her staff.

Wait! Edor cried; she ran up onto the stage, grabbing her sister's arm. Kelse growled. Fyora's staff flashed; the crowd screamed; and, in an incredibly cliche way, everything went black.

---

Edor woke up in what she recognized as Faerie City's infirmary. A Water Faerie sat next to her bed. For some reason, leather straps held her to the bed.

W-what happened? Edor said groggily.

Edor? the Water Faerie said.

Yes? Edor looked around. Why am I strapped to the bed?

There's been an, uh, unusual occurrence, the Faerie said. I have to go report that you've woken up and you're actually you this time.

|"I'm actually me this time"? Edor repeated. Who else would I be?

But the Faerie was gone. Edor craned her neck, trying to see the door of the room, but she couldn't manage it. She wasn't sure how long she lay there before someone else entered. It was Fyora, the Faerie Queen.

After a moment of silence, Edor said, I'm sorry for not bowing, but I really can't.

Fyora said, We've been very worried about you, Edor.

The Water Faerie, who'd returned with Fyora, added, This has been just nerve-wracking. It's enough to make me want to get out of medicine for life!

Fyora silenced her with a regal glance.

What you did at Kelse's execution was... a first, Fyora continued. I suppose your devotion, though misplaced, is admirable.

I'm sorry, Edor said. I know that I shouldn't have done it, but I couldn't bear to watch...

Then you shouldn't have come, Fyora said, sounding a little annoyed, but then her voice softened. Your interruption of the execution has had an unprecedented effect.

What happened? Edor asked. Is Kelse...?

Your sister's body is gone, Fyora said, but before Edor could react she continued: Her consciousness, however, seems to have been transferred into your body. It has been over a week; you have appeared to wake up several times, but each time it was Kelse's mind guiding your body. The first time, we were caught off guard--we thought she was truly dead. It was not pleasant.

Edor winced, understanding Fyora's unspoken message.

When do you think I can get up? Edor asked after a long silence. I feel fine.

Fyora exchanged a glance with the Water Faerie.

To be honest, the Water Faerie said, you're not entirely here for your own good.

We want to find out if it's possible to get Kelse's consciousness out of your body, Fyora said. Not only will this improve conditions for you and everyone around you, but... Kelse still needs to be punished for her actions in the war.

I did nothing wrong! The snarl ripped from Edor's mouth without any action of hers, but the Faeries did not look as shocked as Edor felt.

It's Kelse again, the Water Faerie commented. Edor, if you can still hear me, that's why we still have you strapped down.

Edor tried to answer, but she found herself unable to speak, or move at all.

You call that slaughter "nothing wrong"? Fyora asked harshly.

Kelse shrugged. It was odd, Edor thought, to feel her muscles moving when she had done nothing to move them. It was a war. Your side killed plenty of ours as well, Madam High-and-Mighty.

Petpet

This is Set. Edor picked him up in the Lost Desert and named him after an Ancient Egyptian god (Edor doesn't know enough about Egyptian mythology to realize that Set isn't a benevolent deity). Kelse hates Set and tries to kill him whenever she can. Because of this, Edor has tried repeatedly to make Set stop following her, but he won't.

Family

They're not related to Kelse and Edor at all, just my other pets. Kelse and Edor don't have much to do with them.

Main Account--amicaverbi

Chlanga--she's the one who ends up doing housework, shopping (for useful things), and keeping everyone from setting themselves on fire. In her little spare time, she roots for Faerieland's Altador Cup team and collects plushies.

Jasmine--there's no better way of saying it: Jasmine is a stuck-up brat. She fancies herself a sophisticated fashionista, and looks down on anyone who doesn't fit her view of "cool." (Probably including people who use the word cool.) She has a way with scathing comments. However, there's always one thing you can tease her about: she still collects Usuki dolls, although she doesn't play with them.

Kaliiox--he's smart. Very smart. But only when it comes to books--he doesn't understand people at all, and takes everything literally. He's usually found trailing after Borealis (er, that's me) with a thick book in his hands.

Rainy--she's pure evil. Well, maybe not quite pure, but pretty close. She spends a lot of time at a lab in a secret location; she also somehow acquired seemingly unlimited resources and a bunch of orange Grundo slaves (why Grundos? Who knows?).

Side Account--Wolfstahr

Can--the lab rat, Can suffers from a dearth of confidence, perhaps caused by never knowing what his species, color, or even gender will be the next day (for the sake of his sanity, he's referred to as male, except by those trying to needle him). No one except Rainy really knows what happened when he was kidnapped, and she isn't telling.

Qaf--like Jasmine, Qaf's lazy and mean; he only likes to expend effort on snarky comments. His brothers--particularly Can--are his favorite targets, but no one's outside his scope. Heaven forbid that he should be asked to do anything constructive.

Scren--no one understands him. Scren speaks mainly in single words--and feverish mumbles. We think he likes art, random events, and screenies, but again, we're not quite sure. He doesn't do much: just trails along after people, mumbles, and occasionally draws on scraps of paper with bits of charcoal.

Ley--she's the Chlanga of the side-account family. She does the chores, keeps the peace, and gets little thanks for it. She doesn't really ask for any, though. She likes smileys, and used to run a guide to smileys--until Borealis found a better use for her petpage.

Side account--Skaliblagi

Lee--this Xweetok has a rather unfortunate curse. He's being followed by sentient dirt monsters who want to drag him away and make him their king. This makes it a little hard for Lee to form lasting relationships, but Kelsedor's met him now and then.

Art

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Honestly, I don't know how likely it is that I'll put art up here anytime soon.

Art by Me

Coming soon.

Art by Others

Also coming soon!

Adoptables

Yep, I've got adoptables here!

Rules

Follow these or I can and will report you.

- Don't remove my name.
- Don't edit the adoptables.
- Don't redistribute my adoptables.
- Don't enter them in the Beauty Contest, Pet Spotlight, etc.
- Don't claim you made them.
- Don't remove the link back here.
- Please do not re-host the adoptables or save them to your computer.
- Don't use them offsite.

Generic

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To do: Too many to list

Custom

Customs are: open/trade/closed

For a custom, please Neomail me. I ask only that you have a design and a ref and include the link to such in the Neomail--with, of course, a note that you're requesting an adoptable, so that I know what to do with the link you've just shoved in my face.

To do: None

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Adopted Adoptables

I know people think that they show a lack of effort, spend that time drawing your pet, blah blah blah, but I really love adoptables--and, to a slightly lesser extent, makeables. So here are adoptables.
I thought about getting Darigan Zafara adoptables for Kelse, but decided against it--she's not really a Darigan Zafara.