LUPE DAY SPECIAL

The Shadow Lupe's Hunt
By Angelwater630

Eyes stare palely in the dark:

Within the gloom a ruby spark,

Shining out of blackness deep,

As all the world is wrapped in sleep.

His pelt is black, a shadow incarnate,

Framing eyes that shine like garnet;

Claws that glow like silver fire

Rest upon the tangled briar.

He's set afire by the moon,

Amidst the dark a silver dune;

Fur traced in white but dark within,

To the night his form is kin.

His eyes are fixed upon his prey,

Intense and narrowed to halfway;

His fur is billowing in the breeze,

As he seeks to his hunger appease.

The billowing night streams out behind:

Strength and beauty thus combined;

As he leaps unto his hunted,

Strength with hunger is confronted.

His weakness born of hunger great

Has robbed this hunter of his fate.

He is too slow to catch his food,

His cunning now no longer shrewd.

His paws trap naught but empty grass,

His meal for him has turned too fast;

He lets out a mournful hungry howl:

Fruitless was his silent prowl.

Starving, despairing, hollow-eyed,

His prey is once again denied;

This hunter must go on his way,

And defeated, the shadow Lupe turns sullenly away.

Lucan the Proud
By Panril

He, the fog that breaches all,
Comes knocking with impartial tread.
Searching for a love long lost,
He howls like wrath of Pet unfed.
Once so proud, no Neopet
Knew not that bold and handsome jaw.
What rises high does fall the worst -
This is the oldest law.
Days of lightning, warfare, glory!
Mere memories of Spydersilk.
A Lupe like Lucan never was;
He had no foe; he had no ilk.
Lucan possessed but one great flaw
That led to such calamity.
Hubris was his vice's name -
We know it now as vanity.
For though he was both brave and true
None dared to stand right by his side.
Ego overshadowed sense
And ego lost this Lupe his bride.
He is of mist and ghostly paws,
And where he goes, he makes no tracks;
Adrift, he cannot open doors
But slips between the cracks.
Restless, Lucan is forever seeking
Some way to compensate his folly.
Revenge eludes his wretched soul
So steeped in melancholy.

Lonely Lupes
By Wispendown

Loping through the shadowed pines,
Never halting, racing forth
Nimbly leaping o'er brook and branch,
It flew like silvered moth.

Rippling strength beneath its coat,
Streaming fur in whistling air,
Racing on to seek the peak,
Where pale moon-shine shone fair.

Seeking, questing for a friend,
The grey Lupe clambered on.
Nose held low for search of scent,
Of friend and family gone.

Pausing at the grassy flats,
With tear-filled eyes up to the stars,
A single lonely lupine heart,
Afraid of being but the last.

A howl of desperation cry,
The mountains echo sadly back.
A howl of heartbreak, then a sigh,
For no one answers back.

Then.

Aarooo. Aarooo.

Beyond the mocking echoing sounds,
A new call starts a fresh,
Of a lonely heart out there,
His song and hers, they mesh.

Across the mountains, through the plains,
The two Lupes start to roam,
To seek each other, find a friend,
At last, at last, be home.

Ode to a Lupe Queen
By Anjie

Verdigris, this realm remains,
They whisper here her name.
Perfection do they know her as,
A myth, she soon became.

Reign is one of gentle grace,
A Lupe Queen of the realm.
Peace does linger like a dream,
With her at Royal helm.

On bended knee the loyal stoop,
To display great respect.
Time she gives to one and all,
Her heart with each subject.

Disputes so ended, all is calm,
With fair Queen's gentle rule.
Sceptre held so high above,
And crowed with vibrant jewel.

Cascades fall in crimson silk,
Her gown envied by all.
Rich maroon her winding sash,
As she stands, proud and tall.

Bravery within her gaze,
That cures Kingdom's fears.
Glittering, her lovely crown,
So placed between peaked ears.

Endless are the murmured words,
That tell of princess fair.
Rumors of a kingdom grand,
And beauty that rules there.