A history of Lytoo. ♥

The actual version, as told by Nao

Lytoo was given to me by a dear friend before we lost contact with eachother. It feels like half of my childhood was spent roleplaying with that friend, when Lytoo belonged to her. Now I own Lytoo. Lyte is sort of symbolic of my childhood, in that respect. Now I RP the character as an elderly lupe who's had a long full life and has 'retired' from adventures to be my companion.

That's what she is... my companion. She's made from memories of my younger days, my old friends, the way things used to be. I love her for that. She'll always be my Lytoo.

I was born a long time ago. Longer than I care to remember, if I'm honest... longer than you've been alive, I'm sure. It was more than sixty years ago. (Before I go any further I feel I should point out that due to my creation by Sloth, I age in human years rather than dog years.) Whether or not I was actually born may be debated also. I was created in a lab by Doctor Sloth- he made all the mutants in those days. Sure, there are other sources of mutants nowadays, but it was all Sloth's doing back then. I obviously can't remember my birth and infancy, but I was either man-made or I was taken as a newborn and experimented on. From the information I've gathered, and what I've learned about myself over the years, the evidence points towards man-made, in which case, I am a living machine. Artifical intelligence taken one step further.

- Gonna redo this part 'cause I'm really unhappy with how it turned out. ~Nao -

From that day on, I was Cali's pet, Lytoo.

That was her name; Cali. It wasn't her name, but it was what we all called her. I knew true happiness while living with Cali and her bunch of pets. I could never forget my lonely years of living wild, but the effect they had on me was lessened by Cali's love for me, and my love for her.

Cali was well-liked by everyone she met and she had a wide circle of friends, so when I went with her as she socialised, I got to meet lots of people and lots of pets. Their faces have stayed with me even after all these years. Good, kind people and honest, loyal pets. I followed their example and I became that way myself; good, kind, honest, loyal. Gone was the feral wildness and I was not sorry to see it go. I had changed for the better.

One person who stood out in my memory was a young girl of about 12 or so (when we met, at least) whom Cali dubbed N. It was short for Naoimh. Cali was quite fond of N, and very kind and patient with the younger girl. They were friends for years- at Cali's side, I watched N grow up. The only problem was, N was ill. It was inside her head... a mental illness of some kind. Cali was concerned about her, but she also knew that worldly pressures and responsibilities were calling her to leave Neopia and return to England, where she had lived before moving to Neopia. She didn't want to leave her pets behind, but she was also concerned about leaving N. So she made her decision.

It was a few days before Christmas, 2005. *Lytoo, dearest.* Cali said to me. *I have to leave soon, you know that.*
*Yes, Cali.* I said. *I shall miss you greatly.*
*I'll miss you too.* she smiled and patted me on the head. *But there's something I want to do. I want N to have you. I'd like some other pets to go to her too- but first and foremost, you. I trust you, Lytoo. I trust you to look after her and see she never comes to any harm.*
I was secretly afraid. I had no knowledge of N's illness, how could I help? But Cali was counting on me. *I will look after her.* I said.

As you might have guessed by now, N was Nao, my current owner. She's 19 now and completely recovered. Nobody calls her N any more- almost everyone calls her Nao, as if N was a nickname that only Cali was permitted to use. Sadly neither myself nor Nao has seen Cali in several years, but that doesn't mean we wouldn't like to. I have remained Nao's protector, her pet and also her friend. She reminds me often that I am very dear to her and I assure her that the feeling is mutual.

Well, that brings me to the present day. Thank you for listening to the rambles of an old lupe... but it's often the oldest pets who have the longest and most interesting tales to tell.