You find yourself lost in a forest...how on earth do you keep ending up in these places!? You must have taken a wrong turn at...at....for crying out loud, you were just in your bedroom! You sigh and plop down on a rock.
Who are you?
You jerk your head around, finding yourself face to face with an aisha. Oh boy. How unexpected. You're tempted to roll your eyes, but something about this aisha seems...dangerous. ...What?
You heard me. Who are you?
guest you answer, looking the aisha up and down. She has white fur with tints of light blue here and there. Her unusually long tail is tipped with a spade shape, as are her ear-stalks. She wears a necklace with three large teeth on it. You're snapped back to reality when she speaks again.
I guess you're my guest, then. She says it without smiling, maybe even with disdain. I guess you want to know more about me? Well, lets start with my name. You gave me yours, the least I can do is give you mine. I'm Madlyst. It means Appetite in Danish. No, I'm not Danish. No, Nacho isn't Danish.
You blink. Nacho?
Yes. Nacho. My "owner". She calls herself "The One Who Eats Nachos", or ithrowrocks. She rolls her eyes. And yes, she does throw rocks. And other things. By the way, you might want to watch out for flying objects... She looks at you for a moment, then gives a smirk that you assume passes for her laugh. You should see your face right now...
You try to put on a calmer express;on and look into her cerulean eyes. And...your story?
She stares at you for a moment. There was once an aisha, a beautiful young woman, who was married to a poor man. They l0ved eachother very much, but the man couldn't afford to feed two mouths. In an ill-fated attempt to please him, she stopped eating. She hesitates. Young women who stop eating run the risk of their bodies finding other ways to feed... She looks down at her paws, and you'd swear you see tears welling in her eyes. You blink and scoot back on your seat as her head seems to split at the top, forming a grinning, sharp-toothed mouth. She speaks, her voice small now. It eats enough for two, yet I never get any fuller... She looks up, a hardened express;on taking over her face once again, her eyes unreadable. Her long stalk-ears writhe about like snakes, snatching fruits out of the trees and pushing them into the mouth as it wails. After a moment it grows quiet and she speaks again. This is why I live here, alone. My appetite controls me, I can never again live like a normal neopian.
You blink, not sure what to think or what to do.
The wise thing to do would be to leave now, but I doubt that you will. She sighs and shakes hear head. Come...


She stops beside a toybox. It looks very out of place in the forest, and before you can stop yourself, you say as much to her. She sighs. I know. They're not mine, Nacho finds them. She goes through great trouble to get each one, so It's not going anywhere. And she'd probably feed me to the ghost lupe if I moved it...




OW! you yelp as something hits your head. Madlyst sighs and turns around.
NACHO! STOP THROWING THINGS! She turns back to you. Perhaps it's a good time for you to leave...why not take something with you?


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