USUL DAY SPECIAL

The Usul Blacksmith of the Darigan Citadel
by Sugarypixiestix2

Her forge is effulgent with sparks,
as she works on the metals' marks.
Sculpting and smoothing it's form,
while keeping the fire wildly warm.

The Darigan Citadel keeps her busy,
and sadly also gets her fur frizzy.
Which now is the least of her cares,
since she started offering repairs.

Known for having aggressive traits,
there's often a fight at the gates.
Whether it be two or twenty of them,
Dariganians have a need to condemn.

So to the Usul Blacksmith they go,
needing new weapons to rout a foe.
They know she won't let them down,
or move to a less impetuous town.

It is her devotion to the citadel,
that keeps her wanting to excel.
Mending each blade notch by notch,
no swords lay broken on her watch.

It's Usul Skiing Season!
by Horsecrazyirishgirl

Grab your skis!
Put on a warm coat!
For today, there’s a cold breeze
And Usuls will gloat
It’s the start of the Usul Skiing Season!
Also known as Usul Day for a reason

We’ll celebrate Usuls in all their glory
To the ski slopes in a hurry!
Make sure to bundle up if your pet isn’t furry.
Today’s events will make a good story!

Afterwards sit by the fire, it’s time to chatter
About all the new things everyone will be after.
Some Usuls will be rushing to the Rainbow Pool.
Others will want those nice new shoes or food.

Luckily the fun is not limited to one day!
This is the Usul Skiing Season
Ahead lies many fun filled days
By the end, you might be sick of skiing even!

The Blue Usul Balloon
by Dr_tomoe

The Blue Usul Balloon
A cute looking thing
A regular blue toy
that floats on a string.

For seeming so normal
the price might get a stare
as this blue balloon
is actually Ultra Rare.

It might seem normal
but that's a deception
as the truth of the item
comes from its description.

When told what it is
there comes a tale
that the buyer might not know
when getting this sale.

"Now go to sleep, Kevin,
or I'll knock three times
and summon the floating
Usul of Death"

What horrors does this toy
hold in its depths
if it's also known as the
floating Usul of Death?

Its history unknown
and all I can tell in this piece
is I hope Gormball's Kevin
could sleep in peace.

It's Usul Skiing Season!
by Treeword

Drops of rain freeze into snow,
An icy breeze begins to blow,
The air is rent with many a shout,
And all the Usuls start frolicking about.

For today is the start of a new season,
All this excitement for simply one reason,
Whip out the skiis, wipe of the dust,
Gloves and thick boots definitely a must!

Hike to the tip of Terror Mountain,
High enough to see the Rainbow Fountain,
Strap on the goggles and take the plunge,
Over the piles of snow they’ll lunge.

After a lengthy day full of thrills,
The Usuls attempt to shake off the chills,
They chatter and gather near the fireplace,
A bright giddy smile upon every face.

Guardian of Spectral Magic
by Flufflepuff

Blink, unfold, ethereal form,
Entwined with darkness deep,
Your left side dominated by
 The realms of death and sleep.

Stretch into your morning bleak,
Entangled with your light,
Your right side shrouded in such hues
 Few can hope to describe.

Your body burns bright with pulses
Of yellow, pink and blue, 
As well as colors I can't hope 
To parrot back to you.

You do not tremble, nor do you
Fear that you stand alone.
For oft, the hero strikes you last,
You who are on your own.

Most attacks will pass through your
Bright and wispy form.
Your magic blows, in fierce reply,
Makes dodging ne'er the norm.

But should your foe manage to strike
You down, you'll disappear
Into a flash of light and dark.
You'll leave a grey staff near 

Where you once stood. Alas, your foe 
Is so quick to discard 
That which you've guarded, and the staff
For which he'd fought so hard.

Depending on how you perceive
Your life of white and black,
A split of joy and sorrow may
Be there when you come back.

Perpetual dichotomy 
In your being, so blessed
And cursed, why do you still remain
To guard, to fight, to test?

Do you long to walk the lands 
Of which you are a slave? 
Do you not wish to see more than
The fortress in your cave?

Forever in your fortress, you,
In your liminal state
Of blinding light and shadow, reign--
As prisoner of hate.

Beatnik Usul
by Closemycoffin

On a wooden stool, upon a stage,
In a dim-lit corner of The Coffee Caves -- 
A rather talented young Neopet sat.

The Usul was far from ordinary,
You could tell by the stylish 
Outfit that he was wearing --
Round eyeglasses, sandals and a beret hat.

Above trendsetting, famously,
He enjoyed nothing more than poetry --
A true beatnik, was this groovy chap.

In one hand he held a teal notebook,
He flipped through the pages,
And began tapping his foot --
As bongo music filled the room in waves.

While the bongos played, he recited his lines,
Although, the couplets, didn't quite rhyme --
It sounded just perfect, to him, anyway...

The audience clapped, he arose from his seat,
Bowing, as his performance had drawn complete --
For the next amateur hour, he could hardly wait.

Giving Back to Usuls
by Jacquelinac

Bright eyed,
Bushy tailed,
Bigger than Usuki sized,
From tree tops they've hailed.

A fine breed,
Though caught amongst their collars,
Of thick fur they knead,
Cozying themselves for winter’s squalors.

From the peak of the mountain most terrifying,
They commence their skiing season,
Poised amongst the ice – their temperament clarifying,
The month of storing gives them reason.

Burst forth from the hollow homes,
Pouring knick knacks into the streets,
Sharing splendors like generous winter gnomes,
In the time of giving they are Neopia’s elites.

Glamorous while plastic,
They are much more than Usuki dolls,
And on their day most enthusiastic,
Treasure the brave Usuls who’ve broken past the fashion toy walls.

Hannah and her bravery trekking from cave to cave,
Garin and his heroics amongst the Krawk Island seas,
Ursula and her athletics and classic Gormball save,
They are travelers and saviors of the highest degrees.

So on this day devoted,
To our furry friends with a penchant for bows,
Allow their generosity to be noted,
Tender tidings giving so their appreciation grows.

How the Shadow Usul Came to Be
by Tealnova_dragon

All villains have a history, 
just as heroes do. 
But instead of upbringings on happy farms, 
best friends, and golden swords,
You hear of sadder tales. 

The Shadow Usul was born to a farm, 
Just like so many others. 
But a small one, oh so poor, 
With a home that whistled in the winter,
A bed padded with wilted straw, 
And fields that yield no fruit. 

And she was lonely, poor child, 
For the other kids had hoods of warmth, 
Clothes well-stitched and bellies full, 
While the Shadow Usul had none. 

And so, with a bitter stomach 
and a more bitter soul, 
She fell into the background, 
Felt so like an outcast, 
That her fur grew dark, 
Deep, dark, and black. 
And she withdrew into the shadows

For the shadows always welcomed. 
The shadows always call. 
And back and back, and into the depths, 
A shadow he became as well, 
Shrinking from the light...
Another villain is born.
Another score for the dark side.

The Beautiful Ice Usul
by Limo8

Frigid and cold as the barren snow,
Icy fur as shining as the shimmer,
The ice Usul knows where it is to go;
Following the sun is but a glimmer

The ice Usul spreads winter in her wake,
Trudging, hopping, and skipping all along;
Changing the beauty of seasons for our sake,
A humming comes by, a gorgeous cold song

We follow the way as warmth turns dreary,
Cold sets in, though beautiful to appear;
Shall not be dreadful not even scary,
Keep each neopet warm and closely near

The beautiful ice Usul sprinkles flakes,
The snow so shiny and falling slow,
As slithering and fast as any snowy snakes;
You see the gleam in ice and snow

Somehow you really know for sure and true,
The ice Usul has come, you know it is so,
You feel rather warm instead of blue;
Ice Usul, continue giving us lovely snow!

The Shadow Usul
by Dickies_8o8_gurl

As shimmering snowfall lights the sky,
A furry creature comes whizzing by.
Gracefully quick and clad in black,
She's always ready to attack.

Her glowing eyes give players a skim,
As she focuses on her next victim.
She creeps on by on tippy toes,
Players unaware of their future woes.

Nothing but Pant Devil Attractors?
This is not what she is after.
Nothing good, much to her dismay,
Until something shiny blocks her way.

"What is that, is that a pea?"
She whispers to herself in glee.
She jumps for joy in silent bliss,
An opportunity she can't miss.

Stealthily, she reaches out her paw,
As she stares at her new toy in awe.
Fleeing the scene at the blink of an eye,
Not a single witness comes passing by.

Your Attack Pea is nowhere to be seen!
Who could have taken it?  Who's this mean?
Is something missing from your inventory?
It's the Shadow Usul, at least, that's the story.