Thanior picked himself up from the hard, rocky floor of the cave. His back aching, he vowed to find some type of bedding to sleep on. Ignoring the pain, he walked out of the cave and into the bright sunlight. Unfortunately, his neighbor, Pseila, was already up and walking around. This early in the morning, Thanior wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, so he tried to sneak by as quickly as possible.

Thannniorrrrr! How good to see you this early in the morning. What are you up to? the Faerie Uni asked.

Thanior tossed his head back in despair and grunted, Nothing. Going…to…store.

Alrighty then, be sure to visit me when you get back!

Thanior ignored her, and walked on. He was in a hurry this morning. A message had been delivered to him, asking him for his presence at a Mutant meeting. These were once a month and Thanior always looked forward to them. He could actually use his intelligence and speak his mind at these meetings, something he never did out in the normal world.

Thanior had begun his life long, long ago. To be honest, even he didn't know how old he was. Before humans had ever come to Neopia, a tribe of odd-looking neopets, today called "Mutants" lived in the cities of Tyrannia, Terror Mountain, and even Maraqua. Don't get the idea that they were like cavemen, because they weren't. In fact, they were one of the most civilized neopets to ever walk the earth.

Thanior lived in a small cave with a few other young Mutants. They lived together until it was time for them to separate into the homes they would be in for the rest of their lives. During these few years, the young ones trained long and hard, reading an incredible amount of books, and gaining as much knowledge as possible. It wasn't too long until they could all answer any question you asked.

When the time came for them to separate, they did it with pride. All of them knew that it would be a journey, one they would never forget. Thanior joined the Mnorp tribe, one of the most elite groups in Mutant history. There, he learned to rely on his intellect inside of his strength. To this day, he will remember it as one of the most memorable times of his life.

But then, disaster struck. Thanior was still young when the humans and their normal Neopets arrived. Slowly, the Mutant race was destroyed. Some were zapped and painted into more beautiful colors, others just went into hiding to get away from it all. Now, Thanior is one of very few Mutants. He meets with the Mutant Council every month just to protect the legacies of his ancestors…and his sanity.

Thanior slipped into a nearby cave, careful that no one would see him. He was warmly welcomed by his friend, a Mutant Hissi. Thanior took a seat near the middle of the Council and waited for the meeting to begin.

A loud booming voice a the head of the table cried, Order, order! The Mutant Council will now come to session!

Remarkably, silence dawned upon the room, and a large Aisha began, Welcome, it's great to see you all again. As some of you may know, a new species has joined our ranks. Yurbles have now been spotted with tentacles sprouting from their heads, a sign that perhaps they were meant to be with us. We will take the remainder of this session to welcome our new friends, and talk with old ones.

Thanior immediately stood up and began a rather interesting conversation with the Neopets around him. This was a rare chance to express himself, and he took full advantage of it.

When the meeting ended, Thanior solemnly walked out. He took the long route back home, giving him some time to think. He was hoping that by the time he got home, Pseila would already be eating dinner.

Thaniorrrr! You're back rather late. What have you been doing?

Me…go…to…store. That…all.

Oh well, alright. Your mother said to tell you she stopped by. I think she needs you to watch Mior & Re while she's out and about tomorrow. Give her a call, will you?

Hrmph…me…will.

Later on that day…

ME…WANT…FOOD!!, Thanior's booming voice almost shook the house.

Yes, I know you want food. But that's not how you ask for it, is it, Thanior? Chandyy quietly told him.

Thanior huffed and replied, Me...want…food…please?

That's much better Thanior, thank you. Your plate is right over there.

Meet the Mynci

Yeah, I know what you're thinking. You take one look at a Mutant Mynci, with unruly horns, and say, man, what a stupid creature. But you're wrong, very wrong. I'm Thanior, a "stupid" Mutant Mynci, and I happen to be one of the smartest neopets in Neopia. I just don't act that way around anyone, including my family. For right now, it's just me, you, and my best friend, Zaxz, who know.

Well, I guess you want to know about me, right? I hope by the end of this, you'll realize I'm not just a Mutant, I'm a pretty cool guy too.

Here's some basic facts:

Name: Thanior
Pronounced: Than-yor
Nickname: Than
Age: unknown
Gender: Male
Species: Mynci
Body Color: Dark Greyish-Green
Horn Color: Dark Blue
Eye Color: Red
Markings: Missing the red spots on his back.
Instead has blue stripes on his tail.
Home: Cave of Thousands
Roleplay Type: Anthro & Quad
Petpet: Zaxz the Tyrannian Harris

Likes and Dislikes:

I don't live with the rest of my family, Miordette, reformat, and my adoptive mother, Chandyy. I prefer to live on my own, and I visit as frequently as possible. My cave has been home to thousands, hence the name. It's been passed down from generation to generation, and I have inherited it. Perhaps when I grow old enough, I will find someone to live in it after me.

You're probably wondering why I am this way. How could such an ugly looking creature be such a caring, smart guy? It's a long story, really, it is.

I was born a long time before anyone, including you, was here. We were a clan of Mutants. There must have been thousands of us, living around Neopia. I went to school, learned an amazing amount of information. In my society, we relied on our brains, not our brawn, even though we were very strong. After schooling, I had a family. Kids, a wife, everything. But as everyone began to pass away, just from natural death, I kept living. I had no clue why this was, so I visited the oldest Mutant in our village, and asked him. I learned more about myself than I ever had before. I was immortal, blessed [or doomed] to walk Neopia for generations to come.

Hundreds of years later, the humans arrived, with all of their Royal and Faerie pets with them. Our Mutant race was almost completely wiped out, due to painting and such. I'm one of the lucky ones.
Now, there are very few of us Mutants left. And we come together every month to talk to each other. Why do we act so dumb? Because we want to prevent our stories from being erased. Our history is our history, and no one else really needs to know about it. That's why I don't talk or speak correctly. We, as Mutants, just prefer to keep our lives and legends secret.

My Family

See this little guy here, this is Zaxz. He's a Tyrannian Harris. I found him a while back in my cave. Scared little thing was cowering in the corner. So, I fed him, made him a bed, and he has stayed ever since. He's great company, doesn't talk much though..

This is Miordette, or Mior. She's one of my younger sisters. She's a sporty, beach babe, kind of girl. But she's great with Re, and she's really sweet too. You can probably tell that I don't like Faeries all too much, but Mior has a special place in my heart.

And this is reformat, or Re. She's a brainiac, just like I am, except she does it just for fun. I love being around her, I feel like I learn something every time I see her. She's also my younger sister. I really want a brother, Mom's seeing what she can do about that!

Cave Drawings

Art by: Meepit

Art by: Super Sheep

Art by: Tinq

Art by: Ariel X3