Dust stirred from the once-still terrain, causing the sun's rays to blur and distort. Golden claws dug to the ground as the body thrashed violently above, her lean and slender legs barely bending from the weight upon her back. A merciless snarl emitted from her pink lips as she flung her body forward, talon-like claws digging into her back from above, and onto the dirt. Immediately, the body--which was once above her, but now lay smothered beneath--went limp as a crack sounded. Still tense, the Draikess flipped herself over to examine her attacker, and was disappointed to find the creature so... meager. Alright, so it was about half her size (which wasn't much, for she was a tiny misses)--yet it had weighed nearly as much as her, surly! Spitting upon her now lifeless opponent, Tosk began to stalk off, her head high and her eyes staring daggers through every creature looking upon her beauty.

Stopping in her tracks suddenly, she listened to an odd sound coming from somewhere behind her. At first, she assumed that the owner to the call was some sort of scavenger bird, and so she brushed it aside. However, the sound soon came again and again and again... And as she listened closely she realized that it sounded very much like a wail of distress. Guilty pleasure filled her teal auds, the prospect of joisting, and the joy it brought her, too much for her to contain. Rounding quickly, she padded back through the dust that was once billowing behind her until she reached the dead body of a... Gallion. Tosk had not taken the time to examine her attacker thoroughly before, for dust stung her auds the longer she stared, and now she was amazed as to what she had killed.

No wonder it was so heavy--a Gallion's body is made of steely muscle, and their fangs are even worse. Wonder dotting her vision, Tosk sniffed the creature before backing away quickly, her lips pierced in a disgusted way. awful. she grumbled, her voice sweet but sharp and vicious. At the sound of her voice, the horrid crying noise started up again. Startled into being reminded why she had returned back to this spot in the first place, Tosk looked around excitedly (even though she should have been worried that there were other Gallion around, for they usually live in small groups). Squinting her auds, which caught the sunlight brilliantly, Tosk focused in upon a small huddling figure behind some bracken. What the...? A wicked grin spread across her maw as the creature winced at her voice. A baby Gallion, ay?

Marching up to the thicket, she dipped her snout in, the sharp thorns scratching against her face as she pulled the infant out of the brambles. She could hear it wail as the tang of metallic blood filled her mouth. Frightened, she relaxed her grip a bit... And then, she scolded herself for being so soft. Growling to herself, she tightened her grip once more (though not enough to break the skin again), and carried the tiny creature away, back to her den… Where she would have a bit of fun before disposing of it. Once she reached her destination, a cave supporting no life but her own cold heart, she dropped the small Gallion, no more than a few weeks old (though not on its mother's milk, for they do not milk their young but instead feed them raw meat from the time they're born). It cried sharply, jumping up and using only three legs to support its body. my mom…, he whispered. Tosk took a step back, startled. She could actually understand such a being. And, suddenly, the fire in her eyes that burned so fiercely suddenly dwindled nothing more than candle flame. How could she kill such a small creature, a creature she could talk to? The loneliness in her heart eased a bit, though she fought it fiercely.

And, as time progressed and that little Gallion grew on her, Vosket could feel her heart soften just a bit, some of the darkness disolved.

Moon dappled the forest floor, lightning bugs danced merrily in the midnight sky, their light brilliant and beautiful. A large river could be heard tumbling around not more than a hundred yards away, and farther down a water fall dropped down to lower ground, to this ground. Behind the curtain of water that fell so fluently hid a beautiful creature, her silvery pelt browned at the bottom from lying upon the earth; her entire body, which was bulging at the side but otherwise tiny, wrapped tight in a ball to stay upon the moss underneath. Birds cawed suddenly from the other side of the curtain, the moonlight shining through onto the cave floor. Her light blue eyes searched to no avail; she was practically blind in such conditions. Her light blue horns jutted high in the air, her neck straining to focus her vision. From her pale body and her light markings, it was clear she was a water Draik. Suddenly, the drapery of the waterfall parted in the middle, the Draikess not lifting a delicate claw to complete this amazing feat. A warm smile, a knowing smile, slowly found her face as another form reached her vision, his colors blazing against the blackness. His clean cut shoulder blades jutted up as he quickly paced his way to the den, past the waterfall, with something edible in his jaws. His eyes shone fantastic gold against his dark red body, his burgundy horns large and dominant—a fire Draik.

The two of them shared a silent, knowing glance as he dropped the limp body of a pearly white Snowbunny at her dainty paws, her bone structure apparent in her petite form. Not long now, she was sure. Unease wafted off of the male's body in waves, his wings hugging his body intimately as he burned a path in the stony cave floor from all his pacing. Calm yourself, love., she whispered, her voice soft and sweet, her small blue wings fluttering as to catch his gaze. When he looked at her, fear dancing in his auds, she gave up her mission and poked the Snowbunny with her snout unsure. She needed food, she knew for her stomach growled from indignation, yet she wasn't hungry. Something from inside kicked, as if it could read her mind. Jumping a bit, a startled smile upon her face, she snatched the prey up in her small jaw and ripped it apart slowly, eating against her own will. Licking her lips, she pushed the remains away with a look of disgust upon her face. Not long now. The male walked up to her and stood in front of her, his body towering above hers by a good two feet as he looked down upon her calm form. Giving her a quick look over, he smiled and closed his eyes, bending down his head to lick her on her nose. You look beautiful, he whispered, feeling lucky to have such a beautiful Draikess as his partner. I love you so much, Renay. She smiled an honest smile, one that thanked him silently for his compliments. But, she knew he loved her, so why did he feel he must reassure her? Sighing loudly, she beckoned for him to leave the den. It was time. He left quickly, not looking back and keeping his tail low. And then, not but minutes later, she was born.

Three kits were born in Renay's first litter—two boys and a girl. Only three kits… She could keep all of them with ease. However, there was something strange about her beautiful little baby girl—well, actually, there were many things rather odd about her. Like any Draikess mother, Renay could only hope that her kits would come into the world normal… But not Tosk. Fear had gripped her lungs and stopped her heart as she realized that this little girl was born without wings. When her partner had returned to the den, he had looked away, ashamed, as he saw his baby… She wasn't normal, and normal wasn't accepted. Renay knew what happened to deformed kits—they were disposed of. But no, not her baby! Perhaps, just maybe, Tosk's unnaturally beautiful pelt would save her life. Immediately, Renay favored her only girl, for she was like a piece of sweet candy, and it's the only one left. Her pelt was like nothing she had ever seen before: beautiful pink dotted her back, while the base of her body was a beautiful orange. Her horns, though only tiny stubs, looked to be growing in beautifully... She was amazing. And, best of all, she was blessed with multi-colored spikes—a rarity among her race. From the beginning, she was promised to be troublesome. When she was birthed, Vosket had immediately tried to kill one of her brothers by gripping his nose in her mouth and emitting a fierce snarl, her tiny, sharp fangs piercing his skin. Renay had quickly separated the two of them, watching the baby boy tentatively as he rested peacefully.

Tosk was a small girl, but she was the fiercest of all. When they were five years old, and their eyes had began to change into their permanent color, she had attacked both of her brothers at nearly the same time. She nipped one upon the small of his back, and then the other around his neck. They had both whined and bled a bit, but had quickly recovered. As the years went on, though, Tosk soon began to attack them more frequently, more viciously. And, though Renay knew that she should dispose of such a vicious creature, she couldn't get over her beautiful looks—she couldn't help but envy her child, and view her as a prize, as a trophy. Her love, Contor, simply watched from the sidelines as his children grew up, only showing affection towards her whenever he could. Silently, for she knew she was privileged to be partnered with a fire Draik, Renay resented Contor for not loving his kits as he loved her. And so, her bonds only grew stronger with her children. She loved her boys, but Tosk demanded so much attention that naturally she grew more attached to her. However, her wild ways were a problem, and Tosk began to fear that her daughter would never be accepted into their tribe. Maybe, just maybe, she could hide her away for forever. Perhaps she could pretend she had only had her two boys, who were both water Draik. Tosk could be her dirty little secret.

Suddenly, one of the males stepped forward, his claws kneading the earth. He was going to do what should have been done long ago. Frozen where she stood, Renay could only whimper as she watched her daughter held down by one of the younger fae's, her frown undeniable. A thumping noise came from the side of her. Turning her head quickly, with a bit of a jump, she noticed her two boys sitting beside her, a look of shock upon their faces from being dropped so hard. Then, they'd forgotten about their confusion and began romping with each other, their laughs ringing through the otherwise still forest. Back away from my kit, Nebul, Contor snapped, his voice sharp, his words precise and dominant. He was going to save her daughter. The male looked at her partner with astonishment upon his face, the female released Tosk. I told you when you took that water Draikess as your other that nothing good could come out of it, Nebul whispered sharply, his voice worried and angry at the same time. Indignation coursed through Renay's blood stream, though she stayed silent, licking her pups briskly and huddling them close to her body.

Clearly, from the beginning Tosk was not easily accepted by her tribe. Because of her mother's lack of ability to save her from the deathly fangs of her elders, her father Contor had stepped in and had began taking care of the three pups. Renay had gone into a depression since that day, both from her own failure and the fact she couldn't keep her daughter from being seen by the rest of the world. She was meant to be seen, yet Renay couldn't easily accept such a retched idea. And so, Contor, the father who had nearly disowned the three pups when they were born, was now their primary care-giver. He taught them many things that their mother would not have, such as how to hunt small game and how to start a fire without using an element (seeing how it was clear that both of the boys were water Draik). He had, however, taken Tosk to the side a few days one week and had taught her how to light a fire with the fire element perfectly. Though she had shown no progressions in her elemental abilities—both her brothers were already pushing water in the river with their minds, though their results were minuscule—he was sure that she was simply a late bloomer. What, with her beautiful pelt she was sure to be a fire Draik… Just like dad. And, though he felt pride for his daughter, Tosk had taken a back burner in the life of her family. Or, more so, she had done her best to separate herself from them. She rarely conversed with her mother, and only batted at her brothers. Her father was the only one she spoke openly to. Yet, his love still was not enough.

As she reached adolescence, Tosk began to watch particular males in her tribe. All of them were beautiful, amazing upper-class Draik. One was wind, and the other fire. She would have nothing to do with earth, for they were so lowly, and she resented all of water because of her mother. Yet, she was continuously rejected… But why? Her mother had told her when she was very young that it was what was on the inside that counted, not the outside. She had said, baby, you're not worse than those uptight Draik out there simply because you have no wings. You're going to be a name someday, don't you worry. Though Tosk had believed her moronic mother at first, with each denial of partnership she had spat in her face, over time she began to doubt her logic. She was different—she was hated. They all thought she was an idiot, but she could see how they looked at her. What, with their side glances of disapproval, the way their muttering ceased when she entered their presence. The way no one would ever have much to do with her, she knew that this wasn't right. And so, because of her hurt, Tosk began to act out like she had when she was a pup. The first outbreak of rage from her was when she was confronted for eating before an elder had had the chance to do so at the age of seventy years (she would be ready to leave her parent's care at around the age of one-hundred-and-fifty). She quickly recoiled and had lashed out against her offender, chasing the Draik off as she nipped it's long tail.

Soon, she became a nuisance. Not only was she odd and unfortunate, but now she was attacking more mature Draiks at random intervals. This would not be accepted. And, finally, they confronted Contor about his acting-out daughter. Thank you for giving us two healthy males, two wonderful water Draik to expand our tribe, started Nebul, an uneasy smile upon his wide face. Contor knew what was coming already, and it bothered him they were covering up their initiative with compliments. However, we feel as if your daughter has become an issue for the tribe, he paused and coughed, and then suddenly he looked as if he had regained the confidence he'd had when he'd been making his way. Either you correct her, or we'll have to get her far away from us. Plus, you and I both know she cannot partner… We can't continue on her faulty bloodline. he continued, a look of sorrow in his auds. This was hard for any parent to hear. Contor nodded his head in acceptance, and walked around the older male, to watch his daughter. For the first time in a long time, she was actually talking to her mother, but why? Upon closer inspection, he realized that Renay was cowering on the ground as Tosk hovered over her, her fangs glittering in the sunlight. Lifting a paw, the younger female smashed it down upon the other's head, which was luckily protected by horns, before Contor could react. With a start, he raced over to her, nailing his own daughter in her side, knocking the breath out of her. Stumbling forward, Tosk quickly regained her breath. That is it, with these three simple words spoken, Contor stalked off, both of his sons, her brothers, staring back and forth between the two of them, astonished. Quickly racing over, they supported their mother between their strong shoulders, and walked her off as she held her head low, clearly bruised. On the inside and out, no doubt.

Two more weeks passed before Contor made his final decision—she had done enough to harm their tribe than help it. But more so, as a father it pained him to know his daughter had no life here and that she would never leave if she was not forced to go. To add to his grief, she had been proven to not poses an elemental ability. She was of no use to the tribe. Sending the larger son to deliver his painful message to Nebul, he sat in the dark of his den beside his love, who he had not spent time with in many moons now. Stroking her shoulder with his tongue, he silently apologized for leaving her so alone. He still loved her, even if she wasn't fit to be a mother. He was still her partner, her his, and he couldn't let her go. Outside the den, moonlight shone vaguely behind thick thunder clouds. It was time. Surrounded, Tosk stood defiantly, her fangs bared. She seemed brave, but her eyes betrayed the fear that made it hard to breathe. If she'd been born with wings, she would have fluttered them around dangerously. If she had been birthed with an element, it would be brilliant flame which ejected from her maw, not air. You must leave here, Vosket! We want you no longer! the female who had held her down when she was a pup cried out, this time a wicked smile upon her face. She had grown to hate the blasted pup, and couldn't wait to see her go. Without warning, one male jumped forward, his yellow eyes so familiar. Her brother. You are a disgrace! he shouted, motioning for everyone to follow his lead. They did.

The only sound she could hear was her own heart beating wildly in her chest, and her paws thumping against the ground as she pounded through the night forest, a cape of black covering the moon. Thunder sounded, and soon rain was upon the land. Lightening highlighted the sky, and struck something to make a loud crashing noise. Why was this happening?! For the first time in her life, Tosk was truly scared for her life. She had not expected them to attack her so viciously… She had only ever wanted their acceptance. No. She didn't care what they thought of her; they could all go to heck. Her breath heavy, Tosk spotted out The Hill as another flash of lighting cut through the sky. Leaping upon its base, she began clawing her way upward, and away, from them. Birds cawed, and she cried out, fearful. They were still behind her! Why couldn't they just leave her be? She was leaving, wasn't she? Isn't that what they wanted? Please, just leave me alone! she cried over her shoulder as she lost her grip upon the slick terrain and began sliding down the hill. She was so close. Looking behind her, she muffled a scream as a set of yellow eyes burned through her. Just as she was about to give up, something from behind pushed her farther and farther up The Hill. As she reached the top, moonlight blinded her eyes and the rain settled down. And then, everything went black.

What are you staring at? she snapped, her voice tainted with anger and bitterness. Not only that, but her voice was lovely, if only it wasn't coated with so much rage. I was… nothing. Tosk snapped, suddenly finding her voice once more. Standing up straight once more, she lashed her tail back and forth, daring the creature to leap at her. Because of its shorter legs, Tosk figured she could take it. For the first time, the Bori seemed to be pleased. A wicked smile crept upon her face underneath the mask. There's a girl. Now, eat, eat! she beckoned, a bit more content this time around. Before Tosk could answer, a look of wonder upon her face, the Bori darted out of the room. She was quickly back, though, and with food this time. To her relief, it was something familiar—a brown snowbunny. Licking her lips, for she hadn't eaten for quite a while now, she snapped it away from the Bori, her jaws clicking together loudly. She devoured the creature quickly, trusting the Bori not to attack her while her head was down. Once done, she pushed the remains away, a look of disgust upon her face. She'd always had a problem with looking at what was left of her meal. That's all you get. You have to learn to get more. the Bori suddenly snapped, catching Tosk's gaze with her blood-red gaze. You will call me Sendate. Do not shorten it, do not change it into some inappropriate nickname. Sendate. sen-date she repeated, treating Tosk as if she were some sort of infant.

Get up, we have things to do—things to make, Sendate ordered, her short legs carrying her briskly through her dwelling. Looking at her in her habitat, it almost seemed odd—Sendate looked like one to live in some sort of odd place, some sort of evil place. Even the waterfall cave she'd grown up in would have been better suited for such a creature. Feeling unsure about her presence, but reminding herself that Sendate had, in fact, saved her life, Tosk got to her paws and began following Sendate. They were soon out of the small house and running up a steep, wide hill into something like a cave, except underground. Fear grasped at Tosk's heart as Sendate disappeared into the tunnel, leaving her in the dark. Taking a deep breath, and scolding herself for being fearful, she dipped her head down low, laid upon her stomach, and began crawling after Sendate. She could feel her scales scrape against the tunnel wall, though it did not hurt. Luckily, there were dim lamps on the side of the tunnel (for it was wider than it was tall) that made it easy to crawl through it without losing Sendate. After what seemed like a million twists and turns, they came out into a strange place. Firstly, they were still underground. Dirt walls rose high up in the air—at least seventeen foot. Moonlight dappled upon Sendate and Tosk's backs through a dip in the top, which surely kept the place from smelling like death. The sound of a trickling stream could be heard a bit off… How odd, an underground stream. Looking around, Tosk realized where they were—a graveyard. An underground graveyard.

Sendate's voice snapped Tosk out of the trance she had wandered into, You see those plants over there—the pink ones? Get those… About three of them. For the first time, Tosk realized that the Bori had plants in her mouth, clamped tight. Following Sendate with her eyes, Tosk was even more amazed to see the setup her savoir—and captor—had. A black pot sat atop some sort of metal contraption, flaming logs underneath. A bubbling liquid sat inside, popping here and there. Putting herself back in focus, Tosk ran up to the plant she thought Sendate had motioned to, and picked three of the stalks, the twang of onion filling her maw. Awful. Making her way slowly over to Sendate, she dropped the plants a bit away from her feet, as to not completely give into the misses' will. Sendate gave her an evil glare before snatching the plant up and grinding on them in her maw. A shiver shot down Tosk's spine—surely that had to be disgusting! Repulsed, yet gaining a small dose of respect for the Bori, she sat down. Sendate spat the contents of her mouth into the pot, and immediately a flame burst into life on the liquid's surface, dancing about like happy children. Oh, stand up, we're not done here yet.

Nearly two years had gone by before Tosk began to show her true colors. Once she had learned everything she needed to know—potions too complicated to learn in just a few easy months—she started to test them upon subjects, such as fish or bunnies. Sendate quickly reprimanded such an act, for even she would not torture living creatures for her own amusement. And soon, the creature that she had worked so hard to save became something that she couldn't tame. At one point, as Sendate began to realize how horrid Vosket really was, she had mumbled, I saw her cry, I watched as the fire in her eyes slowly died and faded into nothingness and was lost in blackness.And then she sighed under her breath,And then, I brought her back to life, I rekindled the fire into a blazing flame that soon grew too large for me to tame. Before long, the Tosk that Sendate had known was gone, and was replaced with an unnaturally spiteful and jaded creature. it was time.

I can't do this anymore. Sendate mumbled under her breath, as if she were stating something ordinary. Tosk didn't raise her head, but instead continued to stare at whatever it was on the ground she'd been gazing at for the past ten minutes or so. After she had spoken, Sendate began eating her meat again, pretending as if nothing had happened. What seemed like forever went by before Tosk spoke, her voice now icily cold. It had been that way for a long while. What do you mean, you "can't do this" anymore? she asked, her voice not betraying the worry that was so obvious in her eyes, and the way her paws had a slight vibration to them. You know what it means, Vosket. You're not the same anymore. Another silence settled upon the two of them, the moon splashing light colors upon their backs as they rested beside cold gravestones. You can't stay here anymore. Finally—finally—Tosk exploded like Sendate thought she would. What, am I not good enough for you? You think you can just kick me out of here, as if I'm something disposable? she snapped, leaping to her paws, claws unsheathed. Sendate didn't flinch, but simply raised her gaze to look upon Tosk, her colors fiery. Don't do this. she whispered, hoping that the young Draikess wouldn't become irrational. No matter how strong she believed she was, she could not beat the one who had taught her everything. Stand up and fight me, you coward! You think you're so good and mighty… Prove it. Sendate shifted in her resting spot, glancing at the meal Tosk had just eaten. She had nearly eaten the entire thing. A frown formed upon her mentor's face, a sigh was emitted. Suddenly, a look of confusion settled upon Tosk's beautiful face, her eyes concerned—a refreshing emotion for the fool of a Neopet. Stumbling over to her meal, the Draikess knelt down and sniffled it closely, her mouth dropping open in an amazed gape. And then, she fell heavily, her quick breathing settling down into a slow rhythm, a peaceful rhythm.

The next morning, Tosk awoke to heavy sunlight filling through the crevices of a high canopy of leaves, soft dirt underneath her body, which was skewed in all sorts of odd angles. Raising her head quickly, she looked around to find something, anything, to help her familiarize with her surroundings. There were none. She wasn't at her home. She wasn't back in her clan's territory. She emitted the same cry she had given when she had first met Sendate, when the odd Bori had brought her to her home. This time, though, Sendate did not come running around the corner with a Snowbunny clasped tight in her jaws. Tosk was, for the first time in her life, alone. For many more moons, she lived by herself. Many a time, she had attempted to smell her way back to Sendate's underground graveyard, yet her attempts were proved futile. Tosk had, on a spot of fantastic luck, found an empty cave, with a large, wide opening, vines hanging on the entrance to shelter her from any unwanted eyes looking in upon her as she slept. And then, one day, her life took a turn for the stranger.

Excerpted from story taken and places into the Petpet section, to show how they met. Dust stirred from the once-still terrain, causing the sun's rays to blur and distort. Golden claws dug to the ground as the body thrashed violently above, her lean and slender legs barely bending from the weight upon her back. A merciless snarl emitted from her pink lips as she flung her body forward, talon-like claws digging into her back from above, and onto the dirt. Immediately, the body--which was once above her, but now lay smothered beneath--went limp as a crack sounded. Still tense, the Draikess flipped herself over to examine her attacker, and was disappointed to find the creature so... meager. Alright, so it was about half her size (which wasn't much, for she was a tiny misses)--yet it had weighed nearly as much as her, surly! Spitting upon her now lifeless opponent, Tosk began to stalk off, her head high and her eyes staring daggers through every creature looking upon her beauty.

Stopping in her tracks suddenly, she listened to an odd sound coming from somewhere behind her. At first, she assumed that the owner to the call was some sort of scavenger bird, and so she brushed it aside. However, the sound soon came again and again and again... And as she listened closely she realized that it sounded very much like a wail of distress. Guilty pleasure filled her teal auds, the prospect of joisting, and the joy it brought her, too much for her to contain. Rounding quickly, she padded back through the dust that was once billowing behind her until she reached the dead body of a... Gallion. Tosk had not taken the time to examine her attacker thoroughly before, for dust stung her auds the longer she stared, and now she was amazed as to what she had killed. No wonder it was so heavy--a Gallion's body is made of steely muscle, and their fangs are even worse. Wonder dotting her vision, Tosk sniffed the creature before backing away quickly, her lips pierced in a disgusted way. awful. she grumbled, her voice sweet but sharp and vicious. At the sound of her voice, the horrid crying noise started up again. Startled into being reminded why she had returned back to this spot in the first place, Tosk looked around excitedly (even though she should have been worried that there were other Gallion around, for they usually live in small groups). Squinting her auds, which caught the sunlight brilliantly, Tosk focused in upon a small huddling figure behind some bracken. What the...? A wicked grin spread across her maw as the creature winced at her voice. A baby Gallion, ay?

Marching up to the thicket, she dipped her snout in, the sharp thorns scratching against her face as she pulled the infant out of the brambles. She could hear it wail as the tang of metallic blood filled her mouth. Frightened, she relaxed her grip a bit... And then, she scolded herself for being so soft. Growling to herself, she tightened her grip once more (though not enough to break the skin again), and carried the tiny creature away, back to her den… Where she would have a bit of fun before disposing of it. Once she reached her destination, a cave supporting no life but her own cold heart, she dropped the small Gallion, no more than a few weeks old (though not on its mother's milk, for they do not milk their young but instead feed them raw meat from the time they're born). It cried sharply, jumping up and using only three legs to support its body. my mom…, he whispered. Tosk took a step back, startled. She could actually understand such a being. And, suddenly, the fire in her eyes that burned so fiercely suddenly dwindled nothing more than candle flame. How could she kill such a small creature, a creature she could talk to? The loneliness in her heart eased a bit, though she fought it fiercely.

As this little Gallion grew older, Tosk grew closer and closer to him. Soon, she had even named the thing. Because she herself was named Vosket, she had decided to name her Petpet Mask, for a mask is one of the main ingredients in a costume. And as a mask covers your eyes and hides your identity, he served as her eyes, finding small herbs while she hid in her cave, mixing her potions. Finally, she seemed to be living a normal life. And then he came.

Something rattled in a bush yards off—Tosk squinted her auds to get a better view of whatever was hiding from her. Lifting her nose to the air, she took in a large whiff, attempting to sniff out her company. Finally, she detected it as just a Snowbunny. Frowning slightly to herself, for she had been hoping for another Neopet to real in, she crouched down low, her heart beat slowing down to a calm pace. Her rump high in the air, but her tail low, Tosk padded forward slowly, not daring to scare off her prey. She was almost there. Breathing slowly, coolly, even though this part of the hunt always made her most nervous, she bunched her muscles to prepare for the kill. Just a few more seconds, and she would be ready. Suddenly, a twig cracked. The Snowbunny lifted his pearly white head from the ground where he was eating to look around. Right away, he scented Tosk, for she was merely feet away from him. However, it wasn't the Draikess he seemed to be fearful of. In the blink of an eye, another form thrust out of the underbrush, his lean body covered in pale grey-green scales. His wings were hugged close to his body, as to prevent being slowed down by the wind. The bunny darted away frantically, but to no avail. The much larger Neopet was already hounding down upon him. And then, a small crack reached Tosk's ears before the Draik was padding back towards her, the Snowbunny dangling limp in his jaws.

Amazed, Tosk watched him in awe as he dropped the meal at her paws, a thin smile upon his handsome face. His eyes were a multitude of colors, similar to Tosk's, and they stood out the most of all upon his form, which was fit and lean and magnificent. Two large wings now expanded to their full potential, giving this male Draik the look of a god. For the first time, Tosk's breath was taken out of her body for just a moment—he was beautiful. He was perfect. The Draikess could feel herself blushing as he stared at her, no doubt thinking the same things she was, though she had different intentions. Suddenly, he realized he was looking upon her for just a bit too long, and he, too, blushed and looked down at the ground. However, Tosk stared upon him shamelessly. Hello there, little lady. I'm sorry to have disturbed your hunting, ay? I figured I'd catch it for yeh as to make up for my rudeness. He sounded like an angel—though, Tosk could not let this get in her way. A silence spread before them, though it was one of embarrassment, not of being uncomfortable. Uh, my name is Ias—my real name 'ain't nothin' special. he added, as if he owed his name to her. And who may you be? In most instances, Tosk would not have given her name, but she was rather taken by this particular Draik. Not that she would let these strange feelings get in her way of what she wanted. I'm Vosket—but you may call me Tosk.

Mask watched from a distance—he eyed the two of them with curiosity and jealousy. Who was this new Draik? Why was his mistress looking at him in such a blunt way? Had she forgotten about the task at hand?! Huffing, the small Gallion marched up to Tosk and whipped her on the leg with his tail to get her attention. Mistress, shall we go back to the cave now? Perhaps your company would like to dine with us? he suggested, giving her an obvious wink. If she didn't get the message, then… God forbid he have to make it more obvious. Suddenly, the bulbs clicked on in her mind, Tosk began to set herself back on track. A small chuckle could be heard from Ias. Yes, of course! Ias—would you be interested in accompanying us back to our den for a bit of dinner?, she questioned, hoping he would not decline. She had to get him back to the cave somehow… And trying to take down such a large beast was a daunting task for such a small Draikess. Not that he towered too much above her, but she was simply a small and frail creature while he was well built and taller. Of course I would, lassie—excuse me, Tosk—I would be delighted to join the two of yeh for a spot o' supper. Lead the way! The two reptilian counterparts shared a wicked and knowing glance. They were in the home stretch. And then, suddenly, something from underneath gave way. Tosk snatched Mask up in her jaws and leaped forward, while a yelp came from behind them. Her back legs dangling in thin air, she attempted to pull herself up onto solid ground. Mask struggled out of her jaws and helped her up. Safe and together, the two of them looked down at their company, a look of disappointment upon their faces.

Ay, Tosk, care to help a fellah out?, he questioned, his heavily-accented voice singing through the chaos and dust that now hung in the air, refusing to settle upon the terrain once more. Tosk and Mask shared another look, though this time they were battling one another—Mask wished to leave him behind, while Tosk couldn't bring herself to do it, no matter how wicked and tainted she was. We'll be down in just a moment, Tosk promised, judging the depth of the hole. It wasn't nearly that far. They could get him out. Can you stand?, she questioned, looking at the position he laid in. It seemed he'd hurt himself, though he did not appear to be in pain. Ay, I think I've hurt my leg. I can't move it too well. Could be broken! Tosk sighed, and Mask made a noise to say he'd won. Alright, we're coming. After many tries, the two of them finally lifted out the heavy mass of Draik from the hole, his left back leg definitely broken. Together, Tosk and Ias maneuvered themselves back towards her cave shoulder-to-shoulder, while Mask trailed behind grumbling and mumbling under his exasperated breath. The smell of soup—among many other things—wafted out of the cave's entrance, which was of course covered by the hanging vines. Ias did not speak, but instead seemed awed by the -disallowed_exp_word-though at times her humor frightened him a bit), understanding, delicate, and, well, she was a good cook. And, perhaps, he had willed his leg to stay injured for longer than it should have, simply to spend more time with her. What happened after he was well was completely above him—either they could go on with how they were, or things would drastically change for the worst.

Look, Vosket, he's better now. The potion will go bad if we leave it sitting out for much longer. You and I both know that this isn't what you need. You're crazy if you think I'll stand for you keeping such a blundering idiot around this place. Mask snapped in hushed tones, for the male Draik was sleeping not far off. Mask, please don't do this to me. You know I can't just kick him out… And I can't give him that potion. We can find someone else to feed it to. Tosk pleaded, glancing back at the male to reassure herself he was asleep. No, Tosk, no—this isn't going to work. He's no different from anyone else.
I'm going out for some air.
You do that, then. As Tosk tip-toed out of her own cave, as to escape the daunting issue that hung above her head, Mask proceeded with his own plans. He wouldn't put up with Ias being here any longer. They needed to test the potion out now. Grabbing a clean bowl, which was made of hollowed-out wood, he dipped it into the quietly simmering liquid, which looked similar to a pea soup. Hey, Ias, you hungry? I got something delicious this time around! Mask called, immediately awaking the sleeping Draik. Ay, yeah, gimme some o' that! I'm starvin'! Perfect. Sitting the bowl down in front of Ias, Mask watched as he drained the bowl quickly, his purple tongue lapping it up in healthy gulps. My, that was good! My compliments to the chef!.

Over the next two weeks, Ias took a turn for the worst. His cheeks sank in, purple rings formed around his auds, and his generally pale-green skin became paler. Tosk frantically searched for an answer, though could find none. It's not like he could have gotten up and drank one of her potions.. His leg wasn't well enough for that yet. She wasn't too far away from the den, she would have heard his attempts. And then, it hit her—Mask. Running through the forest, she cornered her companion, the traitor, and stared him down. What have you done? she snarled—she never got angry at Mask. I did what need to be done. he stated bluntly, as if he had merely bitten Ias. A long, tense silence spread before the two before Tosk spoke again, You're a fool, Mask. Don't you dare come back to me—ever. As the Draikess marched away, Mask stuttered, amazed. Vosket, Tosk, please don't do this to me. You can't fall for him! This is wrong!
It's too late for that, my friend.
And, with that, she was gone, leaving her former Petpet standing in the dust, confused. As Tosk entered her den, she raced over to Ias, licking his face gently with her rough blue tongue. I'm so sorry, my love. And, for the first time in nearly five years, a tear fell from Tosk's face, her eyes burning from the hate and fury she felt for her once closest friend. Ay, lassie, it's quite alright, he offered, coughing pathetically. I'll always be right here. He touched his tail tip to her chest, where her jaded heart lay. The next morning, Jaykin's body was buried in the hole where he had been saved, Tosk herself covered it—without the help of Mask.

For the next few weeks, Tosk mourned the loss of her love—for what was once lust had turned into something real. She would have taken a bullet for the Draik. He was supposed to be hers, and only hers. As she laid upon the cold floor of her den, the meager whining of Mask could be heard outside, as if he were begging her to allow him back in. Instead, though, he had nowhere else to go. Since Tosk had killed his mother, she had become his mother, his father, his brothers and sisters. She was his everything, and now he was alone. Hot tears streamed from the Draikess's auds—she had not stopped her pitiful sobbing for days now. And, suddenly, warmth surrounded her, a cool voice tickling her face, Stop your cryin', lovie. You're not so beautiful when you're sad.
Her head darting up, she looked around, fearful of the dead coming back to life. ….Ias? She could not place a face with the voice, though she knew it had been his.
Ay, I'm here with yeh. I'll always be here.

This time, her destination was towards town—no one knew of her past there, and she needed a few herbs that couldn't be found around where she lived. Creaping's growth potion was almost done, almost complete—obviously, it had not worked this last time. Shaking the sad thoughts from her head, Tosk straightened her body and padded into town. The streets were empty on the outskirts of this small place, the sea on the other side of town—where she was headed. Cobblestone street paths winded around buildings and houses, dark alleyways hid dangerous creatures. A poster, nailed to a lamp post, read, the market's in town! Hurry up and buy your goods before they're gone! The market—just the place to find everything she needed. Searching through shops took too long anyway, after all. It took her nearly thirty minutes of walking quickly before she reached her destination , though when she got there the transformation of the town itself was fantastic. Lights stood high, bright colors flashed all around her; Tosk almost had to squint her eyes. Everyone was merry here—so happy and giddy and carefree. Though most would smile at such a sight, Tosk merely frowned. This wasn't her kind of place. Grumbling all the way, she began to scout out stands with the plants she would need; the sea could be heard slightly off in the distance.

Suddenly, a small Neopet raced past her, right under her feet. Following the little boy with her eyes, Tosk found herself looking upon a stand selling small puppies—Lupe puppies. They were, well, adorable. Ay, that's just what I'm talkin' about!
This time, Tosk did not flinch. Ias, please—I'm not going to get one of those things. I don't need any company. Plus, they don't look too bright.
Oh, don't be so cold! They're darlin'. Go get one of 'em. Look at that 'lil teal one—she's quite the looker. Compliments your eyes nicely. Though Tosk frowned, she looked upon the pup with an inquisitive glance. Should she? And then, the conversation Ias had brought up earlier popped into her head—he wasn't going to be around for forever. Though this thought frightened Tosk greatly, she also realized that she was going to get lonely—what, with Mask no longer around and all. Sighing loudly, for she knew Ias would have had a mocking look upon his face if he knew he'd won, she waltzed over towards the stand, the teal puppy immediately locking eyes with her. She was kind of cute… Not that it mattered or anything. The puppy, a female, emitted a small, excited bark as Tosk continued to pad towards her. Fine, she was really cute.
I'll take her.

Tera, could you please stop that? If you eat to many of those leaves, you're going to get sick. And I'm going to make you clean that mess up yourself. The small teal puppy had grown to quite a large size in just a few months; and she was becoming more and more of a pain. Oh, Ias, what have you gotten me into? A pause. Figures… He hadn't been answering her for a long while now.
Love, she's just a pup. Give 'er time, ay? Surely, her heart had stopped for a few beats.
Where have you been?, she whispered, her voice worried.
Around.
Typical. She didn't hear back from him that day, or for the next few months after that. Tera had grown to her full height by a year, and she really wasn't that large. Soon enough, Tosk had taught her the scents of all the safe plants that she would need her Lupe to collect for her. She and Tera did not speak the same dialect (for Tera is a Lupess, not a Draik), yet they both came to understand each other well, and Tera came to learn her boundaries. Tosk was her leader, her mistress. However, Tosk soon came into a spot where she was in great demand in the hidden world of Haunted Woods—Neopets from all over were requesting her special concoctions. And, just in time—the fair was back in town.

Pick the male—the one with the blue markings. This was the last she heard from Ias, this sentence telling her to chose the small dark grey pup hiding in the corner of the pin in the most elaborate puppy stand in the entire fair. When she had gotten back to her cave, the small pup in tow (who she had decided to name Zaphs, for it sounded appropriate), she had sulked off to the darkest corner of her dwelling to cry for many hours. Ias was finally gone… He had finally left her to move on. After that, though, she had picked herself up and had continued life as usual. Finally, finally she could live once more. It was time. With her two Lupes at hand, Tosk began making her potions even more amazing—something about them was magical. And, just as she had fallen for a Draik to which she barely knew, she soon fell in love with the two creatures who she now shared her home with, though this time for good. Her heart healed up little by little each and every day she spent with the two of them, with each day that passed from the day that Ias had died.

Grass tumbled as heavy winds brisked through their stalks at an excited pace. Calm waters lapped against the river's banks as smooth underwater rapids carried the liquid downhill and out of view. A beautiful creature stared blankly into the waters, appearing to look at her own reflection, though her eyes betrayed such an act of vanity. Instead, though, she was contemplating herself, juding herself and everything she stood for. Suddenly, a sound from behind caused her to jump. Whirling around, she quickly surveyed her surroundings--she was still alone. Grumbling to herself quietly, she turned back around, though this time she did not look down at the water's reflections to think about herself, but instead to look upon herself. She was an amazing creature, even if her beauty was underestimated by those of her tribe. One day... Sighing loudly, she jumped the river's stretch easily and continued walking on, towards town.

He scoffed, no good catches; he looked up hoping to find a delectable scent, his nostrils flaring. he found him self following it quickly, his stomach rumbling. He soon found him self there, by the river, a beautiful draikess walking towards where he had come from "Perfect" he make a pur-like sound.

Another noise sounded close by. Tosk froze, her paw lifted in the air as if she were just about to take a step but decided setting her dainty foot down would alert her company and cause them to run. Though she could not see them, she could smell them perfectly. They smelt like mold and rotting flesh, as if his skin had been cut and ripped from his pelt, but left hanging there and never sewn up... It almost made the Draikess vomit a bit in her mouth, but she did not. Scanning the area over once more, she finally found him. His gaze startled her, for he looked upon her body shamelessly, like a child to a piece of candy. His auds were blue--they nearly blended in with his pelt color. They even added to a look of innocence. Yet, Tosk knew he was no innocent child. A bit uncomfortable now, she put her paw down, now a bit unsure of what to do. She did not back away, however. When he did not speak, she soon grew frustrated. A snarl bubbling in her throat, she called, "What are you looking at, vermin?!" Perhaps now that he'd been insulted he'd go on with his way.

Adaish soon realized that the draikess's scent matched her body, she was gorgeous. He also realized he was still in his true form in some ways, by the look of her repulsed look. His breathe... he felt his fangs tickle his chin, he turned and changed to normal before turning to face the orange and pink lady. He gave a sweet smile as he sat, his chest burned; she obviously would have to have a delicious heart. "You, of course... You are beautiful after all" he hoped his scent was now decent, he ached for a good meal, and it had been a few days since he last ate "Your color is… rather rare, isn't it? You're obviously an elemental ras (lolsp?)," he looked at her with his bright blue eyes which seemed to glow against his dark teal coat. He lifted his large paw, swiping a bug off his fore arm. "and just look at those spikes…" he cocked his head "You are just so beautiful is nearly kills me.

Tosk was, admittedly, a bit amazed by this male's transformation from hideous to charming. Though unwooed by his looks, she was completely turned off from him by his words. Of course she was beautiful. He should stare at her, and if he did not then he'd be a fool. However, his bluntness surprised and delited the Draikess, so she ceased her rage. Fear clasped Tosk's heart as this male spoke the name of her race, though... Elementair Ras (xD!). Her anger quickly returned, though burned her throat as the growl that once was ready to be emitted now simmered down and faded into shock. How... how could he know such a thing? She was sure no one would know of her race, or perhaps they would not recognize her because of her deformities. "No, no I am not!", she snapped, her tail lashing. Jumping forward, her claws seathed, she prepaired to attack the Lupe-like creature (she couldn't quite place a species with him, though). And then, he gave her more compliments, feeding her ego--she calmed. "Oh, stop you're flattery." she offered a smile, which was nearly betrayed by the look of maliciousness in her yellow auds.

Adaish sat in the same spot, unbothered "I take it you don't like your race?" He only gave a sweet smile, cocking his head, ignoring the draikess' foul and strange behavior. He moved his wiry tail slightly, making it move slowly "How can I stop complimenting you though? I don't think any man could..." He felt dazed with all the flattery he shot at her, normally by now the ladies would melt in his paws, and his stomach now snapped at him like the ferocious creature he was. "May I ask for your name?" I slowly stood, stretching his long muscular legs, flashing a large grin.

It surprised Vosket that this.. This creature sat before her so unphased by her anger and malice. She hated him! What right did he have to sit in front of her and act as if nothing was wrong? As if he were highly enough to even dare mention the name of her race in per presence. "I told you once before, I am not a part of those tribal Draik." her voice was a low, matter-of-fact mumble. She shot him an icy glare, her paws itching to leap towards the male. "Why should I tell you my name? I think it best for me to tell me yours." Not that I care, she thought silently, allowing a grin to once more grace her beautiful face.

Anger started to boil inside Adaish, was this amazing draikess worth the trouble? He knew if he DID get her, it would definately be worth it, but hatred soon formed. "Adaish is my name" He growled, thinking hard wether or not she should be worthy of him.... if she was this rude... "Your heart is black and rotten, and rotten hearts taste terrible" he snarled, twitching "Not worth the trouble and my time" he shook his head, slowly turning around trying to think still, wondering if he should have said those words, but they were said and there was no taking them back.

That was it. Whipping to her dainty paws again, her long legs seeming to glide over the ground, the grass seeming to barely grace her pads, Tosk leaped in front of her offender, the sunlight reflecting slightly off of her off-white fangs. "How dare you", she snarled, unsure of what her next move should be now. "You think you can simply walk away from me? Do realize that you are the one who offended me. I will not be associated with those blasted Draik of Elementair Ras. They are unworthy of my time and of my patience... You have some nerve." she finished, her tail whipping back and forth. It was times like these that she wished she had been born pure, for the element of fire would have been something useful at a time like this. But, no. All she had on her side was the fact that her skin was nearly inpenatrable. Well, she could thank her tribe for that, if anything. Not like they deserved the recognition, though. Shrugging off her troublesome thoughts like a fly upon her shoulder, she awaited this Adiash's responce.

Anger started to boil over, this creature was much to touchy, and it drove him insane, though he was still tempted to try to feast on her; her scent was just to delectable, and he didn't care if her heart was black at all. He took a deep breathe, his fury started to calm and he forced a smile, though he felt the emotion would nearly kill him. He looked the draikess over one last time before saying anything; she was absolutely stunning besides her temper... He really could've hardly have told she was an elementair ras, she was like a whole new species, and something hit him in a way...that made his chest warm, he shook his head "I'm sorry" he sat again and looked down silently "I didn't mean to offend you

His quick apology caused the Draikess to stop and think about her anger towards him... The look in his blue auds had looked sincere... Perhaps he felt more for her than she realized? This thought frightened her a bit, so she pushed it away and acted as if she had never thought it.. "My name is Vosket. You may call me Tosk, though." she mumbled, saying her name only out of confusion. Usually, she would not have opened up to this creature at all, but instead would have tried to kill him quickly. Why had she stalled? Having a fit in her own mind, Tosk finally decided what she could do to make up for her weakness--she did need a test subject for her latest growth potion. Perhaps this time it would work. "Would you... Would you like for me to show you around?" she questioned, a small grin upon her questioning face.

Tosk's tone irked Adaish, but he knew not many creatures could do much to him he only smiled "Hello Tosk" he dipped, hoping with all his heart that he wouldn't offend the touchy draikess. "O' course" he nodded while kneading the ground softly with his large paws, the earth felt so good between his 'toes' he threw his head up for a second and closed his eyes, enjoyed the soft wind as it ruffled his fur "It'll rain soon, we must hurry... if you don't like the rain of course" he slowly started towards the forest, though he was unsure if the draikess wanted to see the city or the forest, but judging by her anti-social attitude he had hoped the forest was what she meant.

The breeze was clear to Tosk, too, though she was impressed (as impressed as a Draikess wanting to feed a possibly deadly poison to a Gelert could be) by his sence of timing, direction, and of course of the heaven's fury. She, personally, loved the rain--however, if said rain began to produce thunder and lightening, then she would run for her life to escape such a prision. She had been trapped in such storms once too many for her liking. Offering a genuine smile now, though one of excitment, she began leading him back to her cave--the place that very few entered and lived to tell the tale to others. The rain soon began to fall, as Adiash had predicted, soon after they had began padding back to her dwelling. All the while, her mind was listening for the slightest crack of thunder or flash of lighting to alert her into a panic. Other wise, her mind was considering the outcomes of the potion she'd been brewing for quite some time now... If this worked, then no doubt she'd have a field day. Finally, finally, she'd have gotten it right. And, of course, the pesky little Lupe would be happy, but that was of no importance to her. Soon, the wind began to pick up, the rain coming down harder, and Tosk was relieved to see the entrace to her cave up ahead.

Adaish watched Tosk carefully, she seemed antsy when thunder roared, "Nice... Cave" He forced a smile, which wasn't hard, considering he lived in a dark cave, hidden from civilization... where he could hide the bodies, though it did often get rotten smelling, but he soon grew to love it. He stared at a black pot which sat there... somewhere in the cave (lol xD ) "You enjoy making potions... yes?" I looked up at her as he saw her plan, he was a guinea pig, he could only try to hold back the laughter, if only she knew.

Thunder rolled outside as Tosk frantically pushed her way past the hanging vines into her warm cave, the fire underneath the pot keeping everything comfortable for living--even in frigid weather. Of course, the slightly foul smell of her concoctuion hung in the air, though by now the Draikess had learned to ignore such a stentch. After all, she'd been working on the same recipe for months now, tring to perfect and get it right. To no avail, of course, but she wouldn't give up. His questioned seemed fickle--it was clear she liked potions--and she flicked them off her shoulder aggitatedly.She slowed as she passed a slick part of her wall, where a bit of water slunk down the wall through a small gap in the cieling, as to get a better glance at herself. She looked ridged and tired as of late, and that was disapointing. Turning her attention back to her company, she smiled. "Hungry?" she asked, finding hollowed out bown-like things. she dipped them into a smaller pot of to the side. From it, a sweet arouma wafted through the cave. Filling up two, she padded back over to him, her tail flicking inside of the other pot to check the temperature. Setting the bowl down in front of Adiash, she waited for him to drink it, intrigued to see if he would.

Adaish wasn't bothered bby Tosk's glare, he only stared at the bowl. He smiled inside, it was fun to please her.... it was always fun to please a hard to please person. Knowing the potion would do no harm to his system, he carefully picked the bowl up and chugged it down. He placed the bowl beside him and smiled "Thank you, it was delicious" Though he knew that would probably irk Tosk, and still no affect on him. He was grateful for his amazingly tough digestive system, it let no poison or any affective chemical pass through his body, only hearts affected his body... It affected his body in a wonderful way

Tosk smiled as he ate her food, though the smug look upon his face was displeasing to her. He had thought this was her poison. How had he known? What made him so clever?! Getting flustered once more (for, well, the prettiest roses have the sharpest of thorns), Tosk stood to her feet, snatched his bowl, and filled it with liquid from the main cauldron. "Here, drink this." she snapped, daring him /not/ to take a sip. Just a sip, that's all she needed. She was beginning to feel as if this was all pointless, bringing him here--exposing where she lived to benifit her own selfish needs. Before he had even tooken a sip, she knocked the bowl over. "Get out. Leave me now." she snapped, catching his gaze and daring him to break it. "Never come back here, for if you do I will kill you." she whispered, looking up at the ceiling. This creature did not realize that his fangs would be unefficient to break her skin. Even the sharpest and quickest of darts barely penetrated the scaley exterior of her body. Turning her back to him, she waited to hear his paw steps before she would look to see if he was gone.