Caetius the Ghost Whoot

Caetius is a timid, jumpy little fellow, and with good reason. You see, there was a time when he wasn't so... ghostly. Quite a bit less... dead. Yes friends, there was a time when Caetius was strong, brave, proud, and quite a bit more alive than he is today. Well, maybe not that strong, brave, and proud, but alive nonetheless.

A whoot of his stature was nothing special really. He was quite small indeed... and seemed like the perfect replacement for Tharororn's screal, who had met with a most unfortunate fate. Petpets were getting expensive due to Tharo's monstrous appetite... so when shopping for replacements, smaller meant cheaper, and cheaper was better.

The whoot was indeed quite small.

Bite-size, so to speak.
...and bite-size he was.

But being the strong, brave, and proud little whoot that he was, he couldn't give up his life just because he was bite-size. No, not Caetius. Not a moment after becoming a before-lunch snack for the hungry krawk, his ghostly little spirit rose from the scales of the predator he had fallen victim to.

Tharororn blinked in bewilderment, and tried again and again to chomp down on the strange floating whoot, but her jaws passed right through. You can imagine the traumatizing sight before little Caetius' eyes as the menacing teeth came at him again and again.

They say that wandering spirits are unable to roam too far from the place of their demise. Since the place of his demise is always on the move, Caetius is forever cursed to follow behind the krawk that brought about his end.