Worlds:

This planet was the first world my physical body was sent to. It was a mere twenty light years from my original home, so it was a perfect place to land. The time in space was particularly boring – I had to float there, moving a thousand miles a second, yet feeling none of it. The first hour was exhilarating, but the next years, monotonous, staring into the inky blackness with only a few stars to watch pass. The Syris had granted me an indestructible body – both a blessing and a curse. It was awkward not to breathe in space, but I had no true need – it was only a comfort to this physical body of mine.

As time passed, I realized that it was in fact rather cruel to allow me so much time alone – it gave me time to brood over the wrongdoings that had befallen my poor home of Asartha.

I saw many planets pass. None of them looked to me to be the home that I desired.

Finally, after years of feeling nothing and seeing nothing, my eyes were drawn to a speck of light in the distance. It was a star, and a small one at that. It was alone – not part of any galaxy. As I moved closer, I found that it was blessed with seven planets ringing it, the fifth of which had the curious blue belonging to planets that supported life. I made my way slowly to it, watching in anticipation as it drew close. I decided, quite quickly, that this was to be my newest home.

My landing was another new experience. As I was grabbed rudely by the planet's gravitational force, my body sped up much more than I was used to. By now, I had a reference of how quickly I was moving, and the notion made me quite literally sick.

As I fell, my body became red hot, and after taking my first breath of air and releasing the stasis that I had existed in in my monotonous space travel, I felt the pain of it as I fell. I relished that pain. You do not know how lovely it was to feel again, after days of nothing. I do not mean to sound masochistic, it was merely how I felt. I was on the night side of the planet, so I am almost certain that my body glared across the sky like a bolt for every inhabitant to see. Quite a spectacle, I'm sure.

I landed in the most splendid way, creating a crater that blew a thousand trees away and scattered dirt in a hundred directions.

Of course, I wasn't conscious for these happenings. I had passed out about halfway through the lower atmosphere and did not awaken for the next month or so.

When I finally awoke, my eyesight was extremely… yellow. It was as though a mist of that color had pervaded my senses. Every rock, every tree, every piece of dirt was infused with the bright, cheery color, and it was disorientating beyond anything I had experienced thus far.

I will admit freely, I was extremely unprepared to be so alone, and so vulnerable. Of course, I knew I could not die, but the hunger that gnawed at my belly was terrifying. I had never been alone, and in my travel through space, I was too preoccupied to think of my loneliness. Here it was more evident.

I could hear twittering above me I lay there. I was uncommonly nervous: would the inhabitants accept me? I had not even thought of it. In fact, now that I had hindsight, I didn't think of a lot of things, like opening my wings to slow the landing. Like finding a nice place to land. Like what I'd eat. I felt stupid – I had those days in space to think of it, and I did not. Stupid.

But, I had to go on.

I tried to stand and found that I could not. My mind was not used to being so heavy – one would not have noticed weight in space, yet with the new planet's gravitational force, it became, once again, quite apparent.

Not only that, but my body had almost literally rotted. One cannot expect to have hard muscles after they have been sleeping for such a long time, or any muscles at all, for that matter.

But I did not think of that, not for a moment. I was too distressed to fully remember that I had a physical form. I raised an arm slowly, trembling, to look at the hideous opaqueness of it. Physical form.

I threw back my head and howled.

And then I passed out again.

As I said, I do not enjoy counting time, so I do not know when it was that I reawoke. All that I do know is that I was alone again. Footprints marked the dirt around me, obvious evidence of my unknown visitors. I paid it no heed and set to the task of standing. They were too small to be a threat.

It proved itself to be a long, terrible task. I managed it, somehow, but my legs shook weakly, and my wings touched the ground to keep myself from falling. I took a step – a Herculean effort – and then another, before collapsing again.

The process took days. In this time, my stomach began to function cruelly, twisting and churning, though I had nothing to feed it. It was better when I was floating and in stasis. The negative thought would not leave my mind.

Finally, at long last, I reached the walls of the crater I had created by the impact of my landing and realized that it was hopeless. In my state, I couldn't climb a molehill, much less a wall of dirt and rock.

I probably stared at it for hours, cursing heavily in every language I knew. I had been beginning the Elder Swear of Asarthinian Cows when a curious object fell from the sky to land on my horns with a distinctive splat. I looked up warily to see a small, adorable little creature with large eyes and even bigger feet.

*Astarge je!* It screamed in a curious, high pitched voice. The language it spoke was vaguely familiar, and I realized in wonder that he was saying *It awakens!*

*Yes, please, I need to-*

*Terris je!* (It speaks!) it continued.

*Whoa, whoa, please, I just-*

*Omnomnom je!* (It looks!)

I just-

*Gonstaris je!* (It twitches!)

*LOOK I NEED-*

*ASTARGE JE!* (IT AWAKENS!) The little creature's voice trilled with excitement. I stared and it returned my stare.

*OMNOMNOM HEP YANNA JE!* (It looks at me!) it exclaimed.

*Please stop!*

*Kosnana on hrawt je! SAI, TENNAS?* (It begs for food! READY, ARCHERS?!) A loud chorus of "Aye!" responded, something that I understood immediately.

*GAH! WHAT ARE YOU-*

*FIRE!* (No translation needed)

And I found myself being pelted with fruit.

Such was my first experience with the Torrits.

I will admit, the food they pelted at me had a distinct, lovely flavor. I could almost feel my veins running quicker with the nutrients I gained. They had departed a few moments after their bombardment, and I was grateful to be allowed to eat in silence.

I attempted another stand, and found, to my joy, that it was much easier the tenth time around. I still trembled a bit, but it was nothing that you would notice unless you were looking for it. Looking at the wall though (perhaps only ten feet in height), I knew it would still be difficult to climb up, but now not impossible.

In the end, I found I didn't need to. The Torrits constructed me a ramp (and while it was embarrassing to collapse on it several times) I made my way up it with little difficulty. Then, they all but herded me to their camp, surrounding me with their wiggling, excited bodies.

I was to be set upon a silver (and exquisitely crafted) chair and be, yet again, bombarded with fruits of various kinds. This time, I wasn't quite as shocked and ate them with the vigor of a beast such as myself.

I fell asleep again.

Weeks passed as I stayed in the camp of these little beasts. I learned that they were called the Torrits in that time, and I learned the customs and culture. The name they gave me was a tedious one: Gorasatorrinaforgisthlowkederonnrinnashequorre, meaning, "One who sleeps for twenty nine twists of the day, does not eat, and lives to see the sun." Over time, though, they shortened it to "Asalowkerquorre," or literally, "Eatless Survivor of the Twenty Nine Suns." The children, though, in their adorable smallness, called me "Asa." I loved them.

The world of Yellow Arais was a peaceful one. My exploration and observation told me it was a well balanced planet, with a mixture of all that was necessary.

The years passed uneventfully, but for that I was glad. The little Torrits had a much longer lifespan than I had expected – they lived almost 503 Yellow Araisinian years (that would be 25 in Neopia). Mostly, it was mammals that had that sort of lifespan, so I was quite impressed. I was granted the honor of watching the children grow up from adoring, large eyed pups to wise old sages. I felt pride to be among them, watching them as a parent does a child.

In several generations, things began to change, however, and much for the worse. In time, they began to regard me as a god – I never aged, never ate more than them and their little bodies, yet kept up my vigor and health. I sheltered them when it rained, because my scales were fantastically waterproof and my belly warmer than what they could generate.

Perhaps the thing that truly made me omnipresent, though, was my refusal to save any of their lives if they were attacked by the predators that kept them in check. I watch my friends die at the hands of their sworn enemy and never lifted a finger – only watched. It hurt me to see, but I could not interfere. I knew what would happen if I began to save their lives.

In the course of five hundred years, the original crew that had rescued me from my crater was long dead, and stories of over blown proportions were told of me. The meal times that I had once spent with them publicly became huge ceremonial processes. I was hailed and feared, loved and hated. When death happened, it was my anger striking them down. When a new litter was born, it was my smiling upon them. They lost the ability to take control of their own lives, instead deciding to center me around their world.

Wars began. The clans split up and began to argue about what should be done, what more could be offered to please me. I can remember the events of the day I got my Silvers… the day I worst remember, and the day I left.

I had watched the smoke rise above the yellow trees for hours. Sitting above the forest on the rocky outcropping was a fantastic way to see all that had gone wrong in my stay at Yellow Arais. The true wars had been going on for merely months, but the political storm had been brewing for at least three generations. It had been my impression that the strange ferocity that was nudging its way into our lives was merely a natural surge for dominance, and was part of the natural order, but it was not so, and I was appalled to know my role in the plots and hatred.

The heated sun beat down mercilessly over the land, much warmer than I was accustomed to. A sudden flash caught my attention below, and I stretched my neck to see.

Several hundred of the Torrits were stealthily crouched in the grass to the west, covered from above by the trees. It was only luck that I was able to see through the thick cover.

Metal. Some sort of metal was strapped to their backs. It was something that I had never seen before, but the harsh glint was enough to tell me that it was unnatural and disgusting.

I probably should have acted then, but I was intrigued as well as confused. It was not until I watched their movement towards another encampment that I realized their intent.

With a quick breath, I snapped open my wings and ran off the side of the mountain, hoping that my muscles could hold me up.

I plummeted.

The trees were perhaps a mere one hundred meters away when I finally managed to snap my wings into the correct position. Unfortunately, it did not save me from an embarrassing and aching fall. The clawing trees caught my body, and I went crashing down into the forest's floor. It was not quite as horrible as it could have been, but it took several precious minutes for me to orientate myself again. More time was wasted trying to find an opening to return to the sky, and even more used as I tried to gain the momentum that I had lost. Eventually, though, the wind swooped my body up again, and I watched as the sky came a little closer. Optimism comes when you are free from your bonds, and I felt so as I went higher.

But optimism is nothing in the face of reality. By the time I located the victim camp, it was much too late.

I landed (with a crash that sent me sprawling) and looked around with dull eyes. In my searching, an odd thought came to me, and I admonished myself for my morbidity.

Even their blood is yellow.

My nose wrinkled at the stench of the corpses. It was a painful sight to behold, and my heart ached madly for the misguided beasts. Bits of golden metal shimmered beyond the sight of my eyes, and I turned away. The two armies had wiped each other out.

I was about to fly away, get far from the havoc reeked here, when a small noise caught my attention. It was a cough, and a whimper.

Alive. Someone was alive.

My frantic search disturbed the corpses of my dead hosts, but I paid no heed to the dead. It was the living that needed me. I finally found the wounded warrior inside a broken hut, one section of the roof still on fire.

The small thing was curled tightly around a large box about the size of my head. Perhaps it was not large for me, but to the Torrit, it took its entire body plus tail to wrap around.

The poor thing was bleeding from a wound in her stomach, the flow made worse by her quivering. The gorgeous jewelry that decorated her body was ironic in the face of her torn state, a cruel statement of glamour in her agony. She still smiled as I approached, eyes dimly lit by the fire within. She did not have much longer.

*Asalow… ker…quor…re…* she gasped out. A shock went through my mind as I felt the guilt of worsening here pain, of only by having such a long name. It was a little thing, but it blew my mind that she would even attempt it in her state.

*I… saved this…* she muttered, eyes closing. *Gift… for you…* slowly, her body uncurled from the box. I could only stare, appalled, at what a Torrit would do for one it barely knew, even one of such high standing. *Are you… not happy… with our…offering?*

Shakily, I lowered my head to hers and lied in a whisper, *I am happy.*

A smile broke again on her lips, and I knew my lie was forgiven by the gods. *Thank you,* she breathed, *Be kind… to me… when I die...*

She trailed off and my heart wrenched for her. I sat silently next to her until her last breathe rattled her body. I wanted to leave her in peace, but my conscious could not just abandon the thing that she had protected with her life.

Gently, I prized the box from her claws, trying carefully not to disturb her. The lock on the box was quite clever, but it was not difficult to open when I discovered the key around a hook on the wall. I opened the chest slowly, afraid of what was inside.

It was a mass of silver that shimmered gorgeously in the little light of the room. The color hurt my eyes – after so much of yellow, it was surprising to come across something so pure. Four rings – coming in two sizes – lay on top of the thin threads. I did not know what it was, but in the wrecked hut of the small female warrior, I knew it was an object of extreme worth and time. I couldn't bear to be in that room anymore, with the corpse of the jeweled warrior burning its image into my eyes. I closed the box, clutched it to my chest and ran three legged out of the room, snapping my wings open to take off in a high speed run.

The world blurred as I soared past it, the cold stinging my eyes and biting at my scales. My anguished roar was heard by all, and I wonder what they all thought.

I didn't stop flying until the next afterneoon.

I arrived, dripping with the condensation of the clouds, looking murderous and angry. I carefully unloaded the box at my designated home and opened it again, gazing tenderly at the thin strings of silver. It was the most exquisite and gaudy piece of artwork that I had ever seen from the Torrits, and I would never see another piece as fine again. With a snarl that startled even myself, I summoned a nearby child.

It stood, quivering before me. I suppose I looked a menace, steaming from the moisture, eyes red from watering and face contorted by madness. I could not care.

*Boy! What is this?* He stared, gasping.

*Gorasatorrinaforgisthlowkederonnrinnashequorre!* he breathed, *No! Please!* his voice turned into a wail. *We are lost! Asalowkerquorre has accepted an offering from the Silvrren! We are lost! We are lost!*

In no mood for dramatization, I smacked the idiot over the head with a well aimed paw. *What is this, you little runt?* I snarled. I had not thought that the death of the little warrior had bothered me so much – I had seen death before - yet it did, and it was evident in my unusual behavior.

He squeaked. *I do not know, I have never seen the like of it before, but I would think it was a Horn Silver… a decoration. Gaudy, though,* he added. I felt my lip twitch slightly.

*Help me put it on,* I demanded, lowering my head. He nodded and hurried to it.

When his job was done, the Torrit ran off, fearing for his life. The odd Silvers felt heavy and cold on my neck, however thin it was.

I was done with this world, but first…

Gathering my wings to fly to the lowest outcrop that overlooked the entire Torritian territory, I opened my mouth and cried a summoning that I had been told in the case I wished for something.

And I waited.

It was dark when the little beasts finally arrived, eager to please and listen. However, their faces fell as I spoke in the ritualistic language that declared that I was entirely serious. It bothered me that I was proclaiming the role that I had never wanted, but it was for the better, I counseled myself.

*Gorasatorrinaforgisthlowkederonnrinnashequorre, addresses you, Those-Who-Do-Not-Fly, the Torrits.* A murmur went through the crowd. The words "Horn Silver" caught my ear.

*Gorasatorrinaforgisthlowkederonnrinnashequorre predicts your silence!* My prediction was true. They all fell into an eerie quietus.

*Gorasatorrinaforgisthlowkederonnrinnashequorre speaks for the sky, the rain, for the golden color upon this world rests! You, impertinent children of the world, Flightless beings, have welcomed this body, a great being into your clans. You have called this Child-of-Gods Asalowkerquorre, and in your ignorance and luck, have given me reason to bless the world thrice over with my benignity.

But this Asalowkerquorre now has found your lives insignificant and petty with wars that shed bright blood upon this world. The gods do not approve, and are angered to see your disgusting blood taint the land! For what reason would the Torrits, whom I had blessed, seek to break my peace that my powers have granted you? It is a horrendous pity that your gods will not stand for.

This Child-of-Gods cannot stand to look at war torn Arais anymore! Alas! From these days on, you are alone – this favor of your guardians no longer shines your way.

Perhaps, though, should your ignorance turn to wisdom, your bloodshed to peace, this Child-of-Gods will return again to grace this land.*

I gathered myself again, for a last time on this world, and gave a powerful flap that threw dust into the eyes of my hosts. My body lifted, and I began the tiring task of gaining speed. I shot through the layer of cloud within an hour (Yellow Arais was a small planet), and finally, breathing my last, breaking out of the atmosphere into the darkest abyss that I had seen in several hundred years.

In space, no one can hear you cry.

Wodjet [Woh-Jit]

Arkheim [ARC-Hime]

Enour [En-OAR]

Neopia [Nee-OH-Pe-Uh]

The world meaning "New Place," and the most beautiful planet I have seen since Asartha. Immediately upon arrival, I thought of the word 'Utopia;' no place a world so perfect it cannot exist. However, it seems this place exists as close to perfection as possible. I like it very much.

Certainly, there is conflict. I was told that we were in Year 8 of the Coming King, and suppose that I had come just a few years after a large and bloody war. I am thankful – this world is just what I needed in order to relax after the long stay on the war ridden Enour. There is civilization here, though the people I meet seem oddly two-dimensional – barely any personality to speak of. Mostly, I speak of the shopkeepers. They tend to say the same thing, almost in a disturbing way. For instance, I went to the Food Shop, and the owner said "Welcome to Neopian Fresh Foods!" I then traveled south to the pharmacy, and was greeted by "Welcome to the Neopian Pharmacy." It was quite an experience, to go to every shop to be greeted with the same line. I cannot complain, though, they were all very friendly.

For now, I will stay at this haven. Perhaps this world will be destroyed, like so many others, but I have hope. Maybe someone can save this peaceful world.

Yes, I am optimistic.

It always was interesting to me how my brother and I finally met up again. I do not know if the fates had controlled our meeting, and perhaps it did. However, when you have lived as long as I, you begin to notice that coincidences happen much in one's life. Chance, no matter how small, will eventually play out in time.

It was in Neopia, actually, that I was reunited. I was trekking in the lost desert, viewing the shops and sidestores with much interest. The objects displayed here were all beautiful, shining with their chips of obsidian and gold. The setting could not have been more perfect, with a music performer on the street and a perfume shop spreading its scent all over the road next to me.

I was particularly interested in a small jade scarab, with its small, glittering red-ruby wings and lovely greenish tint. I wasn't planning on buying it, but the storekeeper was insistent, and made to block my way when I attempted to leave. Surprised by his aggressive attack, I ended up buying it for much more than it was likely worth.

The little object looked smaller and much less glamorous when it left the seller's table. I was disgusted by my weakness, but a buy was a buy. Perhaps I could somehow weave it into my horns…

I blinked… and the small jade scarab disappeared.

Hey!" I snarled, looking up to see a small figure racing away, "Oi, you little rodent! Get back here!

I was running before I knew it, racing past vendors and angry customers. I was gaining on the little beast until it ran into a corner. I tried to turn but ended up crashing my large body and sprawling into an unfortunate stall. Picking myself up again without much of an 'I'm sorry,' I began the chase all over again.

We made… three left turns. I didn't stop to notice, but soon the roads became a little more familiar. The thief ducked into another little alley way, and I smelt a very distinctive scent.

I ducked into the alley to follow…

And it was gone.

I stopped and sniffed, but the smell of perfume was overwhelming and obliterating all else.

You know, it is a strange fact that we, as living things, do not look up, as a general rule. I had known this for quite a long time, and I suggest that you, yourself try it one time. You'd be surprised what you might find.

Well, I was certainly surprised. Tensed up in an intricate web of ropes and pulleys was my little thief. I could now identify it as a Garfir, a hideous, disgusting race. Odd, though, they didn't generally belong in the deserts, but in the cool forests of Shenkuu. Unable to scale the wall myself, I contented to sit back and watch him tremble harder.

I had wondered as to why the Garfir hadn't moved an inch from his original position, but it was not for me to question. I was almost certain it was because he didn't wish to reveal his base, with his family, perhaps. I couldn't bring myself to pity him, I was already much too annoyed with how the entire day had gone.

The sound of shattering glass caught my attention, and I started, quickly swinging my head around to stare. Far in the corner, my expensive jade and ruby fell, shattering on the ground.

Realizing the trick, I swung my head back up, only to see the Garfir making a run for it, sprinting between my legs and twisting into the turn. Yet again, I joined the chase..

His head start did not gain him much this time. I caught up quickly and made him stumble, finally landing above him.

You little rodent, I got conned into buying that!

Still, there was very little I could do, and it wasn't like it mattered in the long run, anyway. Surely it would pass. I would outlive this unfortunate poor thief and leave the world when it exploded or I got bored of it. A sudden feeling of misery crashed over me (these were quite common, actually), and I unpinned the Garfir without more of a struggle. It stared at me.

Well? What are you waiting for?

Without further ado, it ran off.

I resolved to leave the city before the next sun arose. Baggage-less, I turned toward the city gates after the sun set and left without much pomp and circumstance.

It is terribly frightening to be alone, and even more so to feel eyes on you whilst you are alone. Even more so when you can turn and see nothing there.

That was exactly my case.

High walls on either side of the path obscured all vision to the left and the right. The Desert Mountains were a formidable place to be at night – freezing, sub-zero temperatures along with silence and the occasional sandstorm.

I felt my heartbeat quicken, the blood beginning to rush to my ears and I hurried along, desperate to get past the high cliff sides into the relative safety of the open lands, where at least nothing could hide from me. Whatever would happen would happen that night.

As it turns out, I didn't make it to the edge of the cliffs by nightfall. By the time exhaustion hit me, I was only a mile away from the city. Resigned to spend the night there, I curled up in a small, dark ball and listened.

There was definitely something that was living out there, close by. It was breathing heavily, as if it had run the whole way. I had no doubt it was the Garfir, but I wondered what it wanted from me. Could it not have just left me alone instead of frightening me in the night and making the stars seem so much more desolate than they had been before? I had never more wanted to reach for the sky and get out of this miserable planet. It was simply homesickness, not the world I currently existed on that was the problem, but the depression made logic fall apart in the face of its extreme, negative emotion.

I stayed awake for some time, regulating my breathing but somehow too afraid of what would happen to fall asleep. It couldn't hurt me, I knew, but the natural reaction of this body was to defy the mind and prepare for the worse – even though in reality 'the worse' was truly nothing, at least physically.

Half an hour passed in silence. The wind quietly hummed as it winded its way through the canyonside, bringing the sounds of a wild dog lamenting to the moon.

Slowly, out of the corner of my eye, a small shadow appeared, outlined in the light of the half-moon. It was, indeed, the thief. It was no trouble of mine to identify its oddly curling tail and heavily mane'd neck. Cautiously, I lowered my eyelids to half.

It approached my broad belly and I felt the alarm bells ringing nastily in my head. He had wandered out of my sight, and I felt nervous with anticipation.

There was a weird sensation in my lower body, like something wiggling right next to me. Then I realized what was happening, and tensed all the further. The brat was snuggling next to my warm body, curling into a little ball as to better conserve his heat and steal mine.

…this was the Garfir thief, right?

Twisting my head to stare further, I only found him sleeping, a troubled look clouding his young face.

Content with the fact that he would not be waking up any time soon, I slept too.

But by morning, he was gone. The sound of water urged me to explore, and I soon found the small spring that supplied the city I had left with water. Beside the spring, I found the Garfir, who quickly raced behind a rock, tail quivering to the side, as if I couldn't see his scrawny figure.

Why did you follow me?

There was no answer, just a lessening of the tremors.

Who are you?

Again, nothing.

What do you want?

Are you hungry?

Where are you from?

That elicited a laugh. It was dark and deep, and entirely absurd coming from such a small and insignificant body. Somehow, it was oddly and reassuringly familiar.

I have no name, and I have no home," he responded, finally. "Some would call me the 'Wanderer,' but no one that lives in this middle-of-nowhere. Or this world. Haa, you have no idea what I'm talking about, is that so? You people are so ignorant.

I had no recollection of falling into a sitting position, but when I finally regained conscious control of my body, I was like so, gaping and looking extremely unintelligent. "W-what?

I followed you because you could lead me out of that god-forsaken place. Look, I know this is a little much for your large, bulky and useless head to take in, but a small Garfir doesn't have a lot of chance in the desert. You're big. You're ugly. You can scare away predators.

My head was spinning, the words "big" and "ugly" registered in my mind, but something wasn't making sense.

But… you're immortal. You don't have predators.

It continued, as though it was perfectly logical to be immortal. "Well, yes, but I doubt it would be nice to choke the creature to death, then spend a long time in its stomach acid until I break out. You know, I do have my pride.

Who are you?!" I exclaimed.

I have no name, weren't you listening?

No, no, but... your name. You're… the Wanderer?

… am I talking to a wall? That's my title, not my name. And yes, I am called so. Problematic?

There was only one word that I was able to utter now, and that was "Asartha.

And then, "Brother.

He froze, and then slowly, a small smile cracked his lips. "You're slow, sister." He replied.

Well, of course I was furious! The Wanderer had made a fool of me, my very own younger brother! We talked for many hours after that, and he revealed that he had indeed, true to his name, Wandered the worlds as I had, cursing his luck and the Syris that had made our lives unending trek of misery. He finally reached the world of Neopia, and had settled there long before I had come – over fifty years ago he landed on the surface and found a blank slate in which to write a new legacy.

It was perfect," he said when I asked him about his time here, "large and spacious and with a thousand places to go. There was politics to mess around with, wars to either peacefully end or participate in, places to explore, species to watch evolve and change…

Of course I missed you guys and our old planet, but this one was fun. Besides, it was inevitable that you'd end up here, as you know, there's a limited amount of inhabitable planets in the universe, and no matter how long it'd take, you'd find it eventually. A matter of time; I just didn't think it'd be this quickly.

Apparently, he recognized me as soon as he saw me. With my "big, ugly, gaudy sense of fashion and gangly way of walking," he couldn't miss. I doubted it, but that was his story, anyhow.

We still walk together, two misfortunate creatures, once celestial beings, traversing a planet as large and populous as ours once was.

I never though I would ever find him, whole and in his new body. He's small, and I can easily best him in everything. He keeps me company in a merciless universe, and I protect him from the outside.

It's like old times again.

Xazua: A more angry and spiteful animal I have no wish to encounter. Her head followed me for a full five minutes before I was able to recognize that she was blind. In truth, I don't know much about her. Speech comes slowly to her mouth, and I wonder if she's had enough practice with the English language. Her silence was awkward, but I managed to get something out of her. Life's hard for an Underworlder, so I won't judge too harshly. A survivor's to be respected, and Xazua's had anything but an easy life. I would have liked to speak to her more, but she fled as soon as she heard something - I myself didn't hear it.

Noor: This beast requires immediate and drastic measures to pop that enormous balloon some call an ego. His personality makes up for it, I guess, but it's unbearable to listen to his constant chattering about himself. Well, I cannot say I'm glad to have been in his company, but I will not lie to say that I won't miss him.

Khest (Kheshire)

After cautiously circling a small pool of what one could assume was water, she sat awkardly. To any onlookers_ she was merely a shadow, outlined in the light that was just barely peeping above the distant horizon. It wasn't unusual to see atypical figures in this neck of the forest, but as far as Evoi was aware, there were no beings close enough to notice, anyway. Finally situated and comfortable, the great black draik turned her neck upwards to the stars that were just fading to day, yielding to the huge power that was the sun.

She always watched the dawn rising, or at least, whenever she could. It was one of the mere two times in which she could release herself to the feeling of absolute sadness. Dawn, and dusk: The breaking of night, and the beginning.

Foot falls were silent as snow fell over the tree rippled landscape. With dawn brought a new day, a new out look. Slow padding persued the ever falling white snow. He was glad for his scaled and thickly feathered coat today. His build toned with muscles that were softened by the over lapping feathers that dressed his creme colored striping. The creature paused a moment only to let his useless wings fall with a light thud in the progressing piles of white snow. His bagged eyes fell lazily forward as the snow melted on his features causing the paint around his left eye to run ever to slightly. Ever since his death as a Racer he had always kept this paint to remind himself of what his master went through, what HE went through. His head slowly lowered to sniff the fallen snow before releasing a shallow breath that steamed up the air around his nostrils. Evoi, no, Khest had never really known of any other life other than that of a Soul Eater, and a Fallén. Suddenly Khest's ears twitched to the left, movement. With that he skidded round with up most silence as he bolted towards the sound with extreme speed that of the big cat mortals would talk of. His halted quietly behind the black silhoette. His eyes narrowed. Not a soul. This being would be spared until that day. "Being," He uttered with that hard British accent he had picked up from his years as a Racer Draik.

It was no sound that made Evoi of the East turn,

TBC.

Generic Draiks <a href="/~evoi"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Kimmyk/NeoAdopts/Winged_Red.gif" border="0"></a> <a href="/~evoi"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Kimmyk/NeoAdopts/Winged_Yellow.gif" border="0"></a> <a href="/~evoi"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Kimmyk/NeoAdopts/Winged_Green.gif" border="0"></a> <a href="/~evoi"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Kimmyk/NeoAdopts/Winged_Blue.gif" border="0"></a>

Customs Picked Up Picked up Picked up Picked up Picked up

Custom Requests: open/[CLOSED]
Trades:[OPEN]/closed

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Customs Hyrinen: Jeruei | Picked Up Snuffluff: Talort | Picked Up

A Little You For Me__________
Adoptables For Me!

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A Little You For Me II__________
Generics I Need to Remember To Trade For!

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Memories of Nobody_____________
And Yet, I See Them Clearly

Click on the name to go to the person that drew it. If the person is not on Neopets, then I'll note that.

You can find their awesome works scattered throughout the page, or see them in their collective awesome below.

By Others: Morgan! I love you ;___;' -weepz with joy at first fanartz-trade- Kheshire! Most definitely the most amazing competition evar, and keeping with my style .0.! Thank you so much! Flutter! YOU WIN. IN MSPAINT. What's up with that?! Dude, amazing even in that evil program }:3 Love. Red! Baww ;_; You'se makin' me weeps with happies now D: Thank you for being the first to start the trend of giving-Kim-fanarts :PPP ILU. Danii! ASDF for seriously, I love this so much D: Thank youuuuu. AKKY! BAH WTHDFGHDFGH--OMG, this is absolutely happiness in a bottle ;_;! Thank you soo much! Whisper! EPIC. EPIC. EPIC EPIC EPIC TO THE TWENTY HUNDREDTH POWER. That's pretty friggin' epic D: LOVE YOU. BLURR! Somehow, you always manage to make me smile ^__^! This is absolutely no exception! I love it, thank you so much!. Zelda! WIN IN MSPAINT! Thank yooou! Dayna! Y'all are putting my art to shame ;_; Thanks so much! Given to me by prange7165 ^___^! Thank you so much luff -snugs-! Nessa! Whyyy must you taunt me with your pixel skills? LOVE! And thank you! Jhess! YOU are becoming more fantastic with art each day ;_; THANK YOU FOR GRACING THIS PAGEE ♥♥♥ TRINITY!! LOVEK. Though, I don't know your username here D: SORRY MY DEARR! OTL! OTL OTL OTL OTL I DO NOT KNOW WHO DID THIS FOR ME BUT IT IS AMAZING AND I LOVE IT ;______; Mail me please! Lele... ER, I LOL'D.

By Kim:

Look In the Mirror____________
And See What I See

Body Reference:

Wings/Back Reference:
Note: The back of the wing is just plain black

Belly Reference:

Horns Reference :

Right/Left

If you really want to get technical, the feathers are merely squished between my horn and the metal - they're not just floating...

The same for the orange flower: the threads on that section of my horn is tighter than the rest, so the flower is bound in place.

Circuitous Route __________
Link Back

<a href="/~evoi"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Kimmyk/Apply/evobutt-blocked-.jpg" border="0"></a>

<a href="/~evoi"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Kimmyk/Untitled-1-3.gif" border="0"></a>

<a href="/~evoi"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Kimmyk/iconoclastcopy.png" border="0"></a>

Awards__________
I'm Flattered.

You find my life to be that interesting?
I was right! You neopians are crazy!

You Are My Loves_________
And A Special Thanks To...

For Lovely Quotes:
Pixar's Animation: Cars, Mater
Unknown Leopets Player
Dr. Seuss
Agatha Christie
Bryan Adams, "Here I Am
Green Day, "Boulevard of Broken Dreams


For Gorgeous Fanarts:
Morgan
Kheshire
Akky
Flutter
Red (x2!!)
Danii
Whisper
Blurr
Zelda


SWEETNESS Adoptables:
Susara
Bell
Fox


Awards:
Sai!
Whisper!
Sai again! (-nomnomnomnonm)

For General Help:
Neopounders: For helping me, editing, critiquing!
Leopets and Leopetters: For being amazing, as always, and hosting my application until I figured out how to get it on Neopets.
Several people on the Neopets Boards that rated and pointed out a filter error that could get me warned.


Specific People That Made This Application Better:
Alwinta! Thank you so much for fixing up my disgusting coding! I would have been burning the eyes out of many people were it not for you!
Akky: For her awesome coding help, as always!
Jhess: For being there AND giving the color for the flower
Morgan: For being SUPER amazing and giving me a FULL critique on this application!
Vicats: A superlove for fully critiquing my app ^__^! Thank you so much!
Allianna: I had a great time trading crits ^__^! Thank you for taking the time to do it!

Flutter: For your unconditional support and for chatting and idea critiquing.
Pyro: The Friendly Early-Competition xD
Kheshire: The Friendly Late-Competition, and idea-bouncing rival. Thanks for being there and putting up with me.

People That Let Me Use Pieces Of Their Design:
Sloth
Pyro
Aspie
Apologies
Jhess
Dragonas Socks
Tay
Swift
Speckled


Also...
Those people that have encouraged me, though nameless, remain an integral part of this application. Thank you so much, I couldn't possibly have pulled it off without you all!

May-Sensei
For putting Evoi Up For Adoption, of course!

AND YOU!
For reading through this! Thank you very much for bearing with me




Tis the Time of Concluding___________
And So we say, Fare Thee Well, Traveler

It has been quite a journey, from the time I was born to the time that is now. I am sure that time will continue to move, as it always has for me.

So now, a farewell for you; I hope your travels bring you much more fortune that had mine.

Good luck.

You might need it.

Links: The Sword and the Chrysanthemum

Quilt: