"Outcasts" by dragon_imaginer "Are you sure?" asked Mister Evensong, eyeing his daughter. He had stopped combing his mane, and the Royal Kougra set his comb down on the side table. Madame Evensong fanned her luxurious tail, while adjusting her robes and crown. On her usually contented Peophin face sat an expression of puzzlement, one that had not graced the court's presence for many years. Before them stood their daughter. The Royal Girl Kyrii had rushed into their work quarters in a frenzied manner, unlike the normal semblance...
The Wheel of Glory: Part Four Doc laughed. "Imagine it – we're in one of best worlds in Neopia for a journey, and Vile's on a wild-Mallard chase in the middle of the desert!"