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You find yourself in most strange of rooms, with what seems like wispy smoke and great tall pillars that seem both alien and Greek. Of furniture there is none, and there even seems to be no walls- only smoke. Smoke everywhere but it somehow doesn't choke you to steal your life, no, for it almost seems as though it were unreal.
Come away from the entryway and come to me.
A single voice breaks the tranquil calm, and you find yourself drawn to it. Walking towards its source, you are almost desperate to find out just who it belongs to. What you come to is a kyrii of sorts: tall, thin, and anthromorphic. His head bears dark green hair and his ears are tipped. His stature seems to fill the room for he is of great height at just over seven feet high.
I take it that you have come for the pleasure of seeing me?
As he asks this, your awe of him withers until it is gone; something in his tone seems sinister- even cruel. At his hip you could see a cat-o-ninetails coiled, and his twisted grin seems sadistic. You feel ill as you reply that yes, that is why you had come, why you had stepped into this dreadful place and looked upon his face- his face of evil.
Round his neck hangs a crystal of some kind, the size of a man's hand- green in color, it appears to have at one time had five points, for one of them is broken, possibly in an accident or some other misadventure.
It is now that you finally manage to pull yourself together and say- "you are Valizore, yes? The pet whom this page is for?" you almost hope it isn't, he almost seemed to have an atmosphere about him that drained the air and made children cry, you cannot help but wonder what sort of man he is.
I am, yes, now why don't I tell you more?
It is as he finishes saying this that he moves towards you, pulling you close so that you may feel his very breath. He gingerly places into your hands the crystal that was still worn round his neck. The instant the cool crystal touched your skin you could feel a shock and suddenly you realized that you now know some of the most basic things about him.
Fascinating, is it not?
He says as the thoughts fill your mind. Such happenings were both remarkable, and terrifying all at once, if he could transfer pure thought with a touch, what else was he capable of?
Name: The Great Prince Valizore
Alias: Prince of Evil, Prince of the Soul World
Age: Forgotten (looks 20ish)
Direct Family: Son, Spy
Human Sidekick: Hopefully, Meepit
Love: Pah!
Job: Ruler of the Soul World
Appearance: Tall, slim, with green hair just past the ears, white fur covers him, while his ears are tipped a light green; his eyes too, green, but pupiless. Wears a green crystal round his neck, with the right 'arm' broken.
Voice: sinister, cruel, perhaps a mix between the Master from Doctor Who(Roger Delgado) and Voldemort XD
Currently: Freaking out Kojin, waltzing with Leadle, partying in DC, and sitting at a cafe (too many rps D:)
One of a kind
How do you like me so far?
He says this casually as he pulls the cold stone away from your hands. You manage to reply with few words saying that he was indeed interesting, and that you would simply love to learn more.
Fabulous, have a seat then, don't worry- I don't bite.
Gritting your teeth, you have a seat as he continues to speak, his words often exaggerated or distorted, whether this is how he often speaks- or if he was simply insane, you are unsure. But you assume it a mixture of the two.
 | I am not necessarily of Neopia. Although my species did know of the place, Orumbian, a soul person that is what I am. One of the last few. |
| Being such a species give me some unique abilities. I can steal souls- and force them into my realm, the soul world, to the outside world the person sleeps, comatose, gone, a crystal in their hands when found, a crystal that tells the world all the answers. |  |
Dreadful things they are
I see you've found my pet.
So says the Prince, watching your movements ever so carefully, feeling his pupil-less eyes on your neck you cannot help but fear for yourself, as you inquire for more about the fire bathed creature.
He means no harm, merely a treasure, that small thing.
Name: The Pet
Alias: none
Appearance: Average Wuzzle appearance, although is slightly translucent with a soul crystal floating with him.
Petpet rp: sure!
With so much
He seems distracted now, clearly unsure of what else to say. Turning back to you, he continues once more with his strange words.
Now I will tell you of my preferences.
So, handing you the soul crystal once more, you anticipate the rush of thought as suddenly you find your mind bathed in otherworldly thoughts.
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Every race is different
I should tell you more of my race.
Orumbia was a place of tradition. It had been a small planet, divided into about five major cities. Of these cities I once resided in the second largest, called Coelis. Coelis was like any other Orumbian city, with a council of elders watching over the people, and a soul man to interpret the spirits words.
An Orumbians life is already planned out for him the moment he is born. A week after birth the child is taken to the elders and soul man to receive his or her name. The choosing is done through the reading of smoke and the signs given by the spirits above. The name will usually be a mixture of two old language words. Mine in particular is a split name like most, 'Vali' meaning power and 'lore' being 'intelligent'. Obviously there are a wide variety of combination that can be made, a few common prefixes are listed below.
Fret: Leaderly
Do (pronounced 'dew'): Jolly
Ray: Strong
Chi: Wise
The given name will generally tell the elders what to expect of the child and what path they should choose for him to lead. For instance, a child with the given name 'artistic' would be taken to the art schools or musical institutes. Myself, I was deemed as 'unclear' and made to go to an ordinary school, therefore I had more freedom and choice as to my future path.
At the age of twelve an Orumbian is fully grown, for we age at a different rate than you do. It is at this age that the Orumbian is expected to wed another and live a long and happy life. Pah! That is one aspect that I for one could never stand!
The planet doesn't exist anymore of course, it was blown up by some brilliant genius, if only I'd had the guts to do it myself!
Dazed, more or less- having now heard this grand tale that was the Orumbians, it was not until you hear his voice that you awaken.
Ah, finally, I have the room again.
You had entirely forgotten the prince, and it was now you turned to face him. His expression was bored, or so you assumed, for his face was ever so hard to read. You manage a nod in response, as he withdraws an odd thing. To what it was, you could not help but inquire, and his response was brief.
A soul box, with it- I can look onto any soul, hidden or visible.
The item in question had the appearance of a glass cube, roughly the size of a large apple. He held it with one hand, the other firm against his side, his eyes almost glassy as he looked into it. You couldn't help but exclaim as the crystal appeared, for inside the box an image of a soul crystal had appeared, and looking at it you were amazed. Amazed at not only the beauty of the thing, but of the power that the wicked man had- for, if he could look upon ones soul with hardly a glance, what else was he capable of?
With this, I will show you those pets I will come to live with.
Awestruck, you cautiously inch closer to the cube, almost pressing your face against it, as he begins to show images of others souls.
 | Valt is not the most interesting of toys, a vampire- I'm afraid to say he is far more difficult to break than most. Although, I have reason to believe that his mind is weak.. |
| Phie is of far more interest, the elemental guardian of fire she has two souls! Fantastic! I cannot help but wonder what happens when one is removed..? |  |
 | My son..the boy, or 'Spy' as he calls himself now, pah! He never was worth anything and look at him now, pretending he is normal, that he was born- not created! pah! |
| Imori is a remarkable youth, her mind is beyond that of most youths her age, however- she, like most find my ideas..sadistic, pity that |  |
 | Githre is if anything an unusual fellow and that is not only in the way he chooses to dress. But in his beliefs- much like Valt he is more breakable of the mind, not the body. |
| Ah, Aresel, so dull to look at on the outside, but then his soul is rich with color, I imagine he has had an interesting life, but not much more |  |
 | Jack is far too kind a person for me to even consider being near, surprising this, as he is a demon- I have learned that he can be quite vile should he need be.. |
| Doom is by far out of interest, a bubbly girl, all she cares for is cooking, pah! What do I care for that? Naught! |  |
 | Frett however, is of some interest- elemental guardian of light, she leads the whole of the twerps, this, clearly takes some talent and skill- quite..interesting to say the least |
| Seph is one of Swifts only quad pets- a uni, he is shy fellow, I don't find him all that interesting. |  |
 | I am not sure what to make of White, the water elemental- she is greatly in harmony with water, yet she carries more humanoid traits as well. |
| Depote is an epic soul, full of much anger, his soul is changing, adjusting to his new form, watching it transform amuses me- I wonder how it will turn out? |  |
 | Junkboxes, as he calls himself, is by far a nuisance, a typical teen, hoping to make it big in some outlandish impossibility of a world, pah! |
| Unflattering is by far the most interesting of the lot, morbid, loving, thoughtful- why, she is in a sense beautiful, in her own way |  |
 | Allusia is the sidekick of Githre and brother to Junkboxes, an interesting twist, but she is much like her pitiful brother, unimportant. |
| The newest of Swift's pets, Eight is some sort of a heroic guide- much to good for my taste,I lose interest quickly with his type. |  |
 | Nubecita is a remarkable girl, never stopping and not afraid to show her strength, from what I've heard she has a nasty right hook, quite the interesting ixi. |
and how glorious it is
Now I shall tell you of my paradise, in all its glory!
Somewhat surprised, you are prepared for what came next, for now- it was a great leather bound book he draws from the smoke, with no title on its cover, nor explanation of what it spoke of, the Prince hands it to you, caressing it as though it were a newborn babe.
This, will give you all the answers
Those are the only words he gives you as you open the book to its first page, the title page, where its title is revealed, it is, the Book. That's all it is, intrigued, you read further.
Now, when a soul is stolen it is forced into a physical form, a crystal. This crystal is in fact stronger than diamond and indestructible by any known force. There are many theories about the crystals, the most popular being that the crystal in fact matches the owner's personality and being. So, in a sense a soul crystal is in fact the ultimate of identification means.
When a person's soul is stolen, his consciousness enters the soul world, a world of no material- but entirely of mind. Here, the person will find that their soul crystal, a form of it, is always with them, and is generally worn around the neck as a necklace.
The soul world itself carries unique qualities, in not only its occupants but its geology. In appearance the world is black, with smoke-like whisps moving about it. The smoke has been aptly named 'Soul Fire' named for its creation; soul fire is formed when a large number of bodiless souls are kept close together. Its great tall Greek-like pillars are in fact Orumbian, built thousands of years ago when the soul world was open to the physical aspects as well.
What the soul world does to one mentally is truly the remarkable thing, when one enters the soul world, his name is forgotten to all, no nicknames or pet names are allowed there, what most do is invent a title for themselves, the most famous being that of the Prince. Others of interest include The Guru, The Underborn and, of course, The Rani.
Overall, the soul world is a place of fascinating history and home to an ancient, almost extinct race, for it is believed to be home to the last Orumbians, who fled to the world during the destruction of their planet, only six years ago.
If ever a prettier world existed.
He murmured to himself, how likely, you think, that the insane should speak to himself as though he were with another. He seems almost distracted as he hides away the book in the soul-fire, as though something were on his mind.
Now, let me tell you of my toys.
You cannot help but cringe at the name he gave this next topic of conversation. Toys? you wonder, surely he means adoptables of some sort? But no, something most certainly seemed unlikely about that, especially at the file he was pulling out of the smoke. It was a familiar sort of file, the sort you generally see for friend sections of petpages, although it was a bit thicker and had most of the names and faces crossed off with he label of 'broken' or 'deceased' in thick marker. Good heavens, you think, surely this isn't going to be a tale of all those he's killed over time?
You need not worry, they are perfectly lovely toys.
He has that smile on his face again, the twisted one. You cannot help but cringe and panic as you take the file from him, dreading the horrors that would be written of inside.
Vali has no roleplays finished D:
Mail Meepit to begin one!
Thankful to have finished with his 'toys' you watch his pupiless eyes as they scan the room with dull boredom, clearly you were tiring him, and after hearing of his 'toys' you imagined that that was a bad thing. "why don't you tell me your history?" you say, hoping for his attention to be on things that did not involve your being a 'toy'.
My history, yes- of course, mine is after all, is unmatched by anyone!
Letting out a sigh of relief, you wait patiently as he composes himself for his great tale.
Valizore, a name meaning power- so chosen on his choice day, just a week after his birth.
The elders were, of course, mortified- saying 'Good gracious! This boy means trouble! Something must be done!
They were soon reassured by the soul man who spoke saying- "look at the child's face, he has done nothing wrong"
reassured, life went on its way- the child named power, was indeed stronger than the other children, in both strength and the ancient spells of souls.
The elders could not help but see his cruel ways, stringing up small animals and hurting the younger children, it was clear that his power was abused often, and this scared them.
As he grew, he was attractive enough, but no decent girl would have a thing to do with him. His family was troubled, would they have to invoke the age old act of arranged marriage?
Such an act had not been done in years, deemed weak and unfulfilling- and what girl would want to bound with a man called power?
Years passed like a river runs,
The child Valizore continued to avoid marriage, at twelve now, he was an adult by Orumbian means, an adult unmarried and unemployed.
A disgrace to his family.
But did he care?
No. Why should he? after all,
he had discovered a new means of entertainment.
A means of far more interest than any set path could give him.
What the boy called power had taken to doing was beyond help.
He had taken to the stealing of souls without reason
He did not even return them to their physical holds that were bodies.
Not only was this greatly against the ancient laws
But, it did a number on his mind,
shredding it in a sense and then mashing the pieces together in a jigsaw of a mess.
At first he tried his best to hide this,
But was gradually drawn to reveal more and more,
almost making a game of it
He would leave signs of himself at the scenes of his happenings,
The prefix 'Vali' would be branded across a 'toys' face,
A corner of his family seal perhaps would be found,
or even an entire handprint
It was not long before Valizore was captured,
His sentence was for him to have done unto him as he had done to others,
To put it simply, they would steal his soul and thereby banish him to the soul world.
there he would stay for an eternity- never to breath air again
Come the day of his stealing, he spoke his final words before all:
You were right to fear me, for soon, I will be back
For he had now entered into the soul world, a world of criminals and warriors-
Innocents and miscreants-
All of which run about disorganized, wreaking great havoc as though not a rule existed.
For in the soul world, there were but only a few rules, each one sacred.
First and foremost, no two people were allowed the same name.
Secondly, one was never to tamper with the souls crystal, for fear of its breaking
and heaven knows what would happen then,
And lastly, one can never attempt escape.
He found the world dull, and rather disorganized.
For how many centuries had they lived in such disarray?
Here you could find misery in bundles,
and who who bothered to care.
This bothered him, bothered him enough to choose his new name.
The Prince.
A name of power, a name that could pull these people together-
even if it was by force.
Soon, whip in hand- he moved to the grandiose palace of the souls,
there he built up allies,
and soon the world of souls was in his hands.
He was however, not truly happy- he wanted more.
the question was what?
What?
What did he long for?
He tried many things to ease his emptiness, and it was not long before something came to mind.
It was in his time as ruler of this dank world that a thought occurred to him.
Why, the Prince was lonely.
Lonely! Fancy that!
And the elders claimed that the soul world stripped you bare-
Of your name, meaning, everything-
But it had given him everything!
A name of true power, means of playing day after day- everything!
Yet, it had taken something, something nameless; he had been made to be lonesome.
This feeling greatly troubled the Great prince, and he wanted it stopped.
The other bother was that he could not stop it like he could other things,
No sword may slay it, no whip could break it, no poison can steal its strength,
Surely it was the work of some unseen god? Or a terrible demon?
Little did he know that such torture was self-earned, all feared him,
None would speak a breath to his ear.
What was he to do?
How does one destroy an unseen fiend?
He solved it simply; he would make himself an ally-
Someone just as cruel and black hearted as he himself,
He would create a son.
He had already worked out just how to do such a thing,
By breaking an arm off his own soul-
Surely it would become another?
He would be breaking the ancient rules of the soul world,
But Pah!
What did they matter? He would have his ally-
He would rid himself of the nameless feeling.
He experimented tirelessly,
Searching for some element capable of piercing the soul,
Not even the carbon of diamond was adept of such a feat
Yet, he soon realized just what he needed-
Another soul,
For only a soul can pierce and bend another,
The only questions was- whos?
A man can have a strong appearance,
But be weak of mind and soul-
Whereas, the exact opposite can be true,
The measurement of souls strength could take one a lifetime, an eternity
How would the Great Prince find one that would not fully destroy his own soul?
He searched through the inhabitants of the soul world, most of them withered and weak,
He feared his dream impossible, but not before things changed.
He had found it!
Yes!
The perfect soul, a simple yellow thing,
this was the one!
With this- his wildest dreams could come true!
That is, if the plan worked.
It was not long before he put the shimmering piece of yellow crystal to the test,
With one fast movement- it was done.
The shock.
Pah!
Heaven would never have told him that doing such a thing should be so painful-
He had removed a part of himself,
An entire wing of himself-
His breath came in rasps as he pulled himself to the broken arm,
which now- was in the hands of a small boy.
It was like looking through a mirror of the past.
The boy had soft white fur and a mess of green on his head,
He looked exactly like the Great Prince-
Except, something was wrong.
For there- on the boys back, were a pair of long white feathered things- wings.
Wings?
How did he create a freak?
How?
None of the readings of old spoke of this!
A freak! Pah!
He could not help but unleash his anger unto the small thing-
But the boy would never die,
He seemed to have no true physical body-
His appearance changed at random while his soul grew and bended, becoming its own person, this was the Boy- a changing entity.
Over the next ten years the boy continued to change,
and the great Prince was able to play with him often
But then, come one odd, most strange day- a message was brought through-
A ruler, a dictator of some sort- wished for the boy to be his apprentice!
Apprentice? Imagine that!
The man had an odd name- Sloth, like the moss furred creatures of the great woods,
The Sloth man had an interesting proposal,
Should he be allowed to take The Boy,
The Prince would be given freedom within the next decade.
The Great Prince agreed, he had no need for the boy,
and words of the true world caught his attention-
The transaction was quickly completed.
Seven years passed without much care or notice,
And the Great Prince grew tired of his world-
How he longed for the rich Orumbian sky!
The softness of the ooku grass!
How many years had he been left to rot in this dank world of Soul Fire?
Surely he had repaid him wrongs!
Surely!
There was but only one problem-
There were no means of leaving the soul world,
None.
He was quite, stuck.
The Sloth man, from those few years ago-
He had managed it,
To remove a bodiless soul from the land
Surely, surely that means it possible?
Just think of the toys that exist in the real world!
Perhaps he could build up a new empire there,
In the true land,
Over a billion toys to bow down to his feet-
Just Imagine!
Yes he would be free- nothing, no foolish stories could keep him here
He had broken the rules before,
He could do it again.
He took to working late again-
Paying little attention to his toys or his usual activities,
He wanted freedom, the ability to rule two worlds,
It would be easy.
It was not long before the genius of his mind found a solution,
Literally the reverse of how one comes to the soul world-
Why doesn't he simply have his soul stolen?
Such a thing had never been attempted,
But it made only the most sense,
After all, to enter and leave a room, you walk through the same door
He had it done to him the following day, having prepared himself,
He could still remember the day of The Boys birth- and he feared pain.
The instant his soul returned to his body- a rush of air reached him
And for a time he forgot how to breathe the air of life,
But whence he remembered his games began-
One innocent after the next, great kings and leaders fell at his feet-
But before he met a familiar face,
The Boy, had come to stop him,
Cackling, he called out his hateful names, but only for a mere second,
as then the air itself stopped- his breathe taken-
He was being choked by the wind!
Mercy! He begged for, Mercy!
How he cried out, longing to live-
Pity was granted, and the breathe of life was granted once more, but he was punished all the same, for the Boy- his own son had banished him once more to the Soul World.
His return was with sorrow, for many a day he sat and was made to sulk,
How? How? How did such come to happen?
He had thought of everything! Everything!
And yet, he had been over thought,
Checkmate. Go Fish, You Lose.
Head in his hands he stayed for a time, motionless-
For those of the soul world need neither drink nor food,
He was nothing.
And yet, he had done it-
Made it to the true world, surely this means that other accomplishments could be made?
Surely he could do more?
Why yes, why not- even know, a thought was budding, and would soon come to grow into some dark flower of evil and sadistic thought, known only as Valizore, a thing of power.
The Great Prince Valizore would return.
Was that not truly uplifting?
He says, hands gently stroking the jewel at his neck, you cannot help but wish for vengeance for all those he had hurt in his time. How long has his reign of evil been allowed? You wonder, as he stands, waiting for an answer. You finally manage a response of few words, saying it was wonderful, magnificent and remarkable. Satisfied, he continued on his steady stream of words.
Gifts from the host
He now leads you to an unusual display, a collection of kyrii adoptables, both colors and customs, each one crafted and signed by the maker: 'Swiftstart'. You cannot help but cheer inside, for finally something not quite dark and ominous fills the page, for each one says a silly thing, most of them saying 'Cookies?' but others clearly requested a unique word of choice and say other such things.
Meepit has taken the time to make these; I would take one if I were you.
TradeS: Open! Customs: Maybe
RULES!
-Don't edit, or remove my name
-Dont enter into contests
-you may use them wherever you want, but don't take customs that are not yours
- Enjoy!
Colors:
Painteds:
Customs:
Like a looking glass
Looking up, bored again, his attention is captured by your finishing. Silent, he gestures toward another case displaying smaller versions of himself. He collects customs? You think, surprised, he had seemed more like the sort to burn them rather than treasure, perhaps Meepit forced him too.
These are a few collections I have made, pitiful things they are.
He saws this softly, and you can hear him 'Pah!' once or twice before he finally gave you a proper chance to look.
Heres his reffie:
Taking the lines
Meepit does not enjoy doing these I'm afraid.
Moving along once more, he shows some familiar poses, makeables- you think, and it looks as though they were each colored and edited by Meepit herself, a little shabby, you cant help but decide, clearly she is uneasy about using another persons lines, however willing they are to offer them.
Not quite the same
I have also collected some fault clones.
Fault clones? you wonder, as he leads the way to yet, another case, you almost laugh at aloud at his odd names for things for inside were merely basic colored kyriis, all royalboy and quite handsome.
Portraits of my face
He now leads you to a wall of paintings, not really a wall actually, as it was truly a number of his 'toys' holding the many paintings and portraits of himself.
Meepit has been..kind.. Kind enough to depict my image throughout.
You look over each drawing individually; my! she caught his features, although some seemed quite silly to say the least.
Flattered by followers
He now leads you to another showing of his servants, each holding artwork by clearly different artists, what with the differing styles and means of drawing.
These are my self-proclaimed followers.
He so says as you stoop to examine each portrait, the servants being a touch shorter this time around.
Love, worship, and great appreciation to all those who drew Vali :3
You wish to be mine?
Your pets may meet me, if they like.
You lift your head in surprise, my dear pet meet him? Why it sounded horrific, terrible, and yet- you could not help but be entranced at such a thought. Imagine, meeting such a fellow, just the experience would teach you much, leave a mark on your soul for all eternity, change you, for he was that sort of person, and not in the good way either. Why, it sounded simply splendid, quickly you respond saying that yes! You would love to roleplay with him.
Here, these are some notes on my roleplay you may want to see.
He passes you a yellow sticky note, on which several bullet points tell of his roleplaying, excitedly you read through them.
-My roleplay is semi lit to lit, so don't flip out if I don't type 5 paragraphs per post
- I will generally roleplay him during his time escaped from the soul world, he likes cafes and places of importance
-His race is 7 years dead, and unknown to Neopia, so unless you have an alien don't have some random 'Z0Mgth your an Orumbian Dun steal me soul!1!
- Using cutesey pets like Fluffy the pink usul who dances in rainbows is probably not a good idea, if you get my drift.
- Im nice :3 I roleplay with anyone cause I have no life XD
You must take this
You sat there silently; already plotting out just which of your own characters and pets you would be mailing Meepit about for roleplay, when your thoughts were yet again broken by his distorted voice.
I offer you gifts.
Gifts? you wonder surprised, well, we've already seen adoptables- maybe an impaled arm? You wonder, doing your best to picture just what the Great prince Valizore would choose. However, you are once more surprised as a small collection of patches and buttons are brought forward.
These are yours for the taking.
A small bell turns your attention to a door which had appeared, sighing, you realize that your time had been spent- and that you must be going, pity, for it felt that you had only just come to understand the Great Prince Valizore. He nods to you quietly, gesturing towards this newly appeared door and saying these few words.
I hope you return to be my toy sometime soon.
With a shiver, you quickly remember your dislike of him, and nodding goodbye you step into the door- no elevator, for inside were many a button, a great quilt of them, each of which would take you elsewhere.
Evil Pets:
Finding.
Eternal acknowledgments
Many thanks go to all those who helped to create this page, some knowingly, others unknowingly.
To begin I thank zygat3r of deviantArt for their simply lovely dark wood background, which was used on Valizores petlookup. Also on the petlookup I thank the Band Golden Earring for having the remarkable song twilight zone, which I have used its lyrics also for his petlookup. To the long since forgotten makers of the icons that can be found there- thanks again.
To Frederick Chopin, who composed the lovely music currently playing
To Sunnyneo, for having a lovely list of all the kyrii colors that doesn't require a lot of clicking!
To Heartless , Kitty, Amy, Snowy, Clou and Fox who all contributed very lovely adoptables!
For providing such lovely makeables, Lilac and Suku are well loved.
For the creator of the one lone royal boy kyrii adoptable, thanks Doirn
Thanks to all those who drew my lovely Valizore!
~Vali was originally Vanilore, a kyrii I applied for XD
