Hello there, curious traveler

The wrought iron fence's heavy padlock seemed to crumble as you reached out to touch it, and with a hard push the gate groaned open. At the sound of the almost inhuman noise, a step back is taken and careful consideration for the next plan of action is carefully arranged. However, a rustle not far off, followed by a yelp, changes any plan you might have had cooking in your brain, as on reflex – you head over to help.
It didn't take very long to find the source, not far from the gate, shrouded in mist, was a little black form staring up at you with curious blue eyes. The canine seemed to have slipped into an open, and thankfully, shallow grave. Taking a moment to see if the four-legged fellow was dangerous ( or if any of his legs were broken ), you note he seems to be tangled over himself; his legs seem impossibly spindly for his body, and the front ones are decorated with sock-like sleeves made of varying hues of warm colors, and his shoulders have odd, bright green, stripes on them. His back as he wiggles, without much effort ( he's too busy staring at you to really try to get out of the hole ), has three broad stripes along the spine – deep, dark, blue, and shaped sort of like the tops of the fence posts of the iron gate you just passed through. In continuation of ignoring his head and gaze, you look lower – at his back legs, which kick ever so gently. The right leg has a little skull marking on it, and the left one – in the same place – has a little roman numeral thirteen, that's a bit hard to make out. The black symbol on the dark fur makes it almost blend in. Either way, the tail is all that's left before you have to face his eyes, so your gaze darts down quickly towards what wags along behind his legs. It's sort of short… But makes up what it lacks by being fluffy. The tip sort of looks like a fire, with orange at the top and yellow on the inside; the rest of it is his normal fur color.

Left with nothing else to take note of, and beginning to feel bad for leaving this little fellow in a grave for as long as you have, your eyes raise to his face. His ears swivel forward as you make eye contact, the checkered yellow and blue insides whirling to face you directly – a small Tink from the right ear draws your attention ( for but a second ) to the little starry earring, before you once more look at the face of the canine. The 'face' part of his face is covered in a layer of white; a mask? A little skeleton mask… How fitting for a graveyard. His eyes are a light blue, and they're locked on you as he seizes movement. Gulping down your fear of helping something potentially life threatening, you crouch down and analyze how to get him out. And that's when you realize you'd missed something. Wrapped around the plightful dog's neck was a collar! Well, if you'd seen that before… Smiling to yourself, you reach for it, subconsciously searching for dog tags of some kind, and when you have a good hold of collar a small frown forms. It's not made of nylon like most; it feels like some sort of comfortable hardy kind of material… But it's too late to reconsider. You've already yanked the dog up and out. He sits, and stares at you, and then smiles. Thank you. he woofs, fiery tail wagging. He then tilts his masked head, and suddenly…

You find yourself in a conversation with him.

Stats;;

» [ Human ] « » [ Name: Skelpants Graves » [ Nickname: Skellies, Skel » [ Age: 21 Years » [ Gender: Male » [ Occupation: Drifter » [ Figure: Lean, wimpy » [ Skin: Pale » [ Hair: Blue » [ Height: 5'8 » [ Ethnicity: Unknown » [ Rank: Traveler » [ Class: Poor, but never happier. » [ Friends: Null~ » [ Skills: Minor lock pick skills, being unnoticed, baking cookies »[ Pets: Bandersnatch the Pirate Zomutt

» [ Quad ] « » [ Figure: skinny, spindly, sleek » [ Species: Lupe » [ Markings: Green, Blue, White, Orange & Yellow » [ Pelt: Black-Gray » [ Eyes: Blue » [ Tail: Shortish, fluffy » [ Ears: Average, checkered insides » [ Nose: Black » [ Height: 4'07 » [ Father: --- » [ Mother: --- » [ Residency: The Living World » [ Flaws: Lack of common knowledge, blind faith, stunning ability to hold grudges towards bullies » [ Love: ?

As you begin to realize how odd it is for a dog you just met to be telling you things about himself, a large winged bug slams into your face! You flail for your vision for what feels like several long moments, coughing as a wing would force its way into your mouth and leave your tongue coated in butterfly dust, before the incredibly massive bug is plucked away by a delicate hand. Hacking up a few more coughs, and wiping your eyes of the dust, you look for the dog you'd be previously chatting with. Only to find a human in his place. Open mouth with astonishment, the man only smiles.
He stands at about five feet, maybe eight inches or so. His head is covered with dusty white hair, tipped in all sorts of warm hues. His head is topped with familiar black ears, with blue and yellow checked insides; the right one still proudly sporting his silver earring. His limbs are still so lanky, long and spindly, and covering his small frame with a slightly too-large hoodie doesn't lend his figure any help. The hoodie is the same color as his fur once was; a dark gray that looks almost black. The shoulders have stripes on them, and the back of the hoodie has the thick, broad, stripes of a dark blue. On the right pocket is a little skull decal, carefully sewn onto the dark material. His hood is pulled back, but the same silver tipped tassels hang about his neck. The bottom is trimmed in red and yellow, much like his wagging tail's tip. His wrists, and up along his forearm, are covered in a thin layer of another sleeve, where his thumbs poke through; these colors, too, reflect a warm rainbow of colors. His pants are of worn out jeans, a tear over the knee of the right leg, but they otherwise seem to be in excellent condition. He wears a pair of green converse sneakers, with bright yellow laces. …As I was saying. My name is Skelpants, Skelpants Graves. Or, Skellies for short. he offered another easy-going smile, waving his hand up and down in a signal of 'hello?' before continuing onward_ You already mumbled your name not long ago; I'm not quite sure you kept hold of mine after the Roth flew into your face though. he chuckled, as he sat on top of a tombstone { Here lies Mary; May her love remain always } and crossed one of his legs in a conspiring manner, I'm not sure what you're doing in this graveyard; but you seem pretty harmless. I was getting pretty tired of chasing vandals out… You seem nice enough, however. Come, sit. Enjoy some tales!

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The Story

As he ended that tangent, you notice that you had been walking with him for sometime; and had gone deeper into the graveyard. You must have gone into the center, for now instead of tombstones, there were small house-like structures and massive statues - of people and mythical creatures. Gathering up your courage, you gently ( and non-chalently as possible ) ask, What, exactly, is your story? He paused, looking up at a large statue of a winged horse, rearing with pride and fury - the plate below it reading: James, No warrior fought harder. May he find the peace he fought to protect. Hm, my past? I wonder about that all the time... But let me share with you, what I remember...

Just a Figment...

Say, say. Who ever gets the final word, on what shall be Reality and what shall remain Imagination?
Peering out at you from behind a tombstone { Herakles Demygoad ~ A Bolt from the Blue is all it takes } was a small, greyish furred creature. You could only see the one, icey blue, eye from around the tombstone, and smiling to it you held out a hand; attempting to coax it out from behind the rock and to come out into the open. The creature waited a long moment, before it sidled out and stood awkwardly in the open. To be fair, of course, all you could do was awkwardly stare. Like any small animal, this one was short - standing at about Skellies' own leg - but what was odd about it, was the fact... Well, it was standing on two legs. Stop staring at me like I'm the elephant in the graveyard, please. it murmured, voice soft with annoyance. You may address me as Bandersnatch, or not at all. And whether you chose to believe in me or not, is a tale all it's own. Silence filled the gap between you both, and in that time, the small canine-like creature reclined on the base of the gravestone and reguarded you with a cool look. Because the thing that really freaked you out about this little creature (besides the talking, of course), was the giant skull eyepatch over his left eye. Catching the horror in the silence, the Zomutt rolled his good eye, You know, as a figment of the imagination that I am - you could just close your eyes and say that I do not exist. I will cease to; for you, anyway. the pause again, and he lets out an irritated huff, What, never heard of a figment of imagination? How about an imaginary friend? Well, that's what I am. One and the same; we stand on the plane of existance and non-existance. We are what is real, and yet at the same time, what is not.


Bander's Ref! ** Note; The Skull-Patch he wears can be any kind of eye-path you'd like it to be, skulls are just easier for me to draw~

{ - S.tats - }
» [ Name//; Bandersnatch / Bander
» [ Gender//; Male
» [ Occupation//; Figment of Imagination
» [ Species//; Piratte Zomutt
» [ Pelt//; Stormy Gray
» [ Eyes//; Ice Blue
» [ Skills//; Stealth, Imagination, Speech
» [ Quirks//; Consistantly looses left eye, rather crazy way of speaking
» [ Personality//; Lofty, Mannerly, & Creepy

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