Cobwebs and spider threads clung limply to the ceiling in a last effort to express unhealthy evidence that life had once existed in that stairwell. Every warped, wooden step squealed softly under your footsteps. Your shoes left a sharp, dark print in the fine layer of soot on the wood. The place smelled of mildew and dust. You stop short and the creaking on the steps dies with your movement. It suddenly occurred to you -- what if something had died, up there? You turn around in your spot to carefully ease yourself back down the winding staircase, but a bright, blue light illuminates the tower and casts your shadow against the stone wall. You peer over your shoulder wearily. Whatever is up there, it must be alive...

Slowly you edge up the stairs until you reach the door. The handle, an old lever which you must push with your thumb, and an elaborate, curved handle, flake with rust. Conscious of the possibility the thing might fall off into your hand, you gently grasp it and push down on the lever. Drat! Locked.

It's a dummy! an annoyed voice bellowed from behind the door. You nearly topple back down the stairs from surprise, but catch the jagged stones on the walls to break your fall. The doorknob's a dummy. It's open. Quickly you attempt to compose yourself, straightening your shirt and wiping the sweat from your forehead. Whomever was back there didn't sound very inviting. But she hadn't shooed you away just yet... And sure enough when you simply pushed on the door it swung open with a haunting creak.

The bright light spilled from the darkness and blinded you. Shielding your eyes, you crept forward in attempt to side-step the source. After a few short moments, your eyes adjusted to the harshness of the light and you squinted at the source. A lone Lupe sat at the marble counter-top in front of the only window in the entire room. In her paws danced a dangerous sight: miniature bolts of lightning. She stared at you, entirely unamused.

You look surprised to see me...

[ t h e w i t c h ]

Let's make this brief, shall we?

[ Persona and Statistics ]

.[ Name: Vihrea
.[ Pronounced: veh - REE - uh
.[ Pelt: Charcoal
.[ Marks: Chartreuse
.[ Eyes: Lemon-Lime
.[ Nose: Onyx
.[ Ears: Rounded, usually back
.[ Figure: Lanky
.[ Faults: Short-tempered, Unimpressed
.[ Tail: Slightly curled
.[ Species: Lupe
.[ Brush: Skunk
.[ Gender: Female
.[ Age: 29
.[ Type: Witch
.[ Mood: Annoyed
.[ Personality: Selfish, Spiteful, Pitiless even to herself
.[ Owner: Abra
.[ Petpet: Plushie Gangee
.[ Gangee's name: Obnob

I don't care for too many things. I don't necessarily hate or go absolutely ga-ga over anything specifically. So I'm sorry to disappoint you with this rather brief conversation. I don't like anything. I don't dislike anything. I'm simply neutral. I'm not good. I'm not bad. I'm just right.

[ p a s t ]

[ s h u k u m e i ]

This place, Shukumei... it's alright. I've come across some very powerful and eccentric creatures during my time there. What, you don't think it's a real solely for Lupes, do you? Hah! Hardly! There are snooty Cybunnies, meek Lutaris, a wide variety of Draiks and Krawks... we even have Aishas, Peophins, Zafaras, Xweetoks, Grarrls-- Oh, you get the idea. But a wide variety of diversity calls for a wide range of opinions. Personalities clash. Some call it a safe haven but... I know it's only a ticking time bomb, just waiting to go off. All it needs is a little spark.

On a more benevolent note, the masters of Shukumei, the humans... I must admit, they're a talented bunch. They range from all ends of the spectrum, from the most artistically talented to the most fluent linguists I've ever seen. Naturally, there's a mixture somewhere in the middle. You look like you might have what it takes. I suggest you go see someone who knows what they're talking about. They might be able to tell you if (or when) you can join this ridiculous throng. Oh, don't get me wrong, I do agree that they're talented. But Shukumei is not as special as it's made out to be. Words like elitists are occasionally thrown around among those whom have yet to be accepted. I hardly believe that. You couldn't find a more normal bunch of bozos that have ever lived. It's a pity, really...

[ a c q u a i n t a n c e s ]

This is Ubuuroi. He may be large, but he is undoubtedly in charge. People used to be afraid of him. Now, apparently, they love him. The years have worn him down into the ground... poor man has lost his edge. It is under my impression that King Ubu has attempted to 'soften up' towards his... erm, friend. Nonetheless, his bark is still worse than his bite. So don't take anything he says personally. Unless, of course, he's yelling at you to get out of his home... in which case I would heed his warning if I were you.
He and I are not terribly unalike, Ubu and myself. Over the years that I've known him, despite his current idiocy, I've actually grown rather fond of him. He likes to pretend he doesn't share the same feelings, but I know, deep down, he has his own special fondness for me...

[ p i c t u r e s ]

These? Oh, they're nothing. Scrapbook garbage. They've collected over the years here, I've had some of them ever since I was a young Lupe... But I don't think you can really blame me for keeping some of them, can you? The little ones down there are quite adorable, don't you think?


By Abra

By Abra

By Abra


T O Y B O X

sup. Hmm?

[ a d o p t a b l e s ]

Before you go ahead and wipe your grubby little fingers all over these, let's get a few notices cleared up, shall we? These are not to be entered in the Beauty Contest. These are not to be edited in any way. You are not to take any custom adoptable other than your own, got that? Abra is a much kinder character than I and I'm sure she'll send you some silly neomail, asking you kindly to remove whatever blasphemy you've turned these pawns into... but don't let me catch you stealing these! Got it?


Baby


Blue


Brown


Camouflage


Checkered


Christmas


Cloud


Darigan


Desert


Disco


Electric


Faerie


Fire


Ghost


Glowing


Green


Grey


Halloween


Ice


Island


Jelly


Maraquan


Mutant


Orange


Pink


Pirate


Plushie


Purple


Rainbow


Red


Robot


Royal Boy


Royal Girl


Shadow


Silver


Skunk


Speckled


Split


Sponge


Spotted


Starry


Striped


Tyrannian


White


Yellow


[ c u s t o m s ]


0_Reilly



Jittir


Mikheil


Vihrea


Emsohl


Ubuuroi


If you want a custom, I'm afraid you'll have to wait. As of today (the 8th of August), customs are currently closed. If Abra wants to do an adoptable trade... she'll contact you first.

[ g e t o u t ]

It's been fun, I'm sure. But now it's time for you to leave. ... Get out.



I suppose it might be nice if you meet some of my... hmm... 'friends'. I'm not technically friends with these folks... actually, I rather detest most of them. Sigh, but their locales are interesting enough that they deserve a short visit, I suppose. Just be careful with that last one. He doesn't like visitors.

Emsohl loves you! Hang ten, man. ...just an ordinary little boy...




since a u g u s t 14, 2009





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