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Shades and Hues
by winter_pony4
Description: Ruestilla sighed as she looked out of the window of her room in the Pound.

Week - 750

A Memory On the Wind
by winter_pony4
Description: "Faerieland, huh? That sounds like a lovely place to live." Ruestilla mused to herself as she was flying clumsily through the air. "If only I had some time to get used to flying before I had to move... This new form is lovely, but it's a far cry from anything I'm used to." she chuckled.

Week - 751

Clipped Wings
by winter_pony4
Description: Somewhere in a clearing in the Woods, there lay a cottage. On the outside, it appeared small and plain, but inside it was luxuriously decorated. The owner of this shack, a frivolously dressed Buzz, was gazing in a mirror while applying eye shadow, when a small Halloween Shoyru burst into the room, startling the Buzz and getting makeup everywhere.

Week - 752

Casting a Shadow: Part One
by winter_pony4
Description: At the entrance to the one dreary spot in Faerieland, Jhudora's Bluff, a cloaked figure stood at the entrance. A soft, yet somehow sinister violet glow surrounded her. She looked around. “It doesn't look like anyone's spotted me... Good.”

Week - 753

Casting a Shadow: Part Two
by winter_pony4
Description: Asilvani woke up to find out she was the only one in the hotel room. “Jimbigy and Haunter must've gotten a head start...” she mumbled.

Week - 754

Casting a Shadow: Part Three
by winter_pony4
Description: Asilvani arrived at the hotel room that morning, with her bag much more filled than usual. She scanned the room. Jimbigy had already left for her morning training with Edna. Asilvani sighed in relief. She opened up her bag.

Week - 755

Casting a Shadow: Part Four
by winter_pony4
Description: Late that night, Asilvani lay there in the living room, wide awake and staring at the ceiling. It was 3 AM, and she hadn’t slept at all. She was wallowing in guilt after everything Jimbigy had said to her earlier.

Week - 763

All For a Gift
by winter_pony4
Description: “After all, who can be sad in the Month of Celebrating?” the Draik asked herself. Almost as if to prove her wrong, it was at that moment she heard the sound of someone sniveling. She got up and looked behind the building, only to see a Neopet curled up in a ball, with a hat covering her head and her face buried in her arms.

 
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