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Pet Name: pekorama
You're in a dimly-lit tavern, more crowded than you'd like. A buzz of conversation swells around you, from whispers to loud, raucous laughter. Most of the activity seems to come from one corner of the room, gathered around a table in a swarm. You decide to see what the fuss is about.
On one side of the round table is a burly Grarrl with more gold teeth than white, locked in the most intense arm wrestling competition you've ever witnessed with... a Tyrannian Peophin? They battle back and forth for dominance. It's the most epic match of brute strength you've ever seen. You laugh, you cry, you place your bets on the Grarrl (easily twice the Peophin's size). And yet... WHAM!! The crowd cheers in approval as the Peophin slams the Grarrl's poor, defenseless claws to the table, shouting "HOO-HA!"
You simply have to find out how she managed to pull that off. Was it rigged? Is she the Battle Faerie in disguise? A being of mutant strength created to serve Dr. Sloth? You approach the Peophin (still celebrating loudly), and she happily explains…
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“So… you used to be a ninja?” You ask, dumbfounded.
“Yep,” the Peophin, Peko, replies, nodding triumphantly, “Cave-lady by blood, ex-ninja by choice! I was born in Tyrannia but raised in Shenkuu, where I mastered the sacred arts of, well… watching people’s belongings for them, escorting important people from Point A to Point B… you know, basic ninja stuff.”
You decide it’s best to stay on her good side and not point out the fact that the job she is describing is that of a glorified body guard, not of a ninja. Instead, you ask her why she left Shenkuu.
Her face instantly goes red and she puffs out her cheeks, looking irritated. So much for staying on her good side. “I MAY have lost a, erm, important political figure at a market because I, um, saw a noodle stand that looked real yummy.” She taps her hooves together sheepishly. “That makes it a bit hard to find jobs.”
Yeesh. Quick, you better change the subject! “Well, what do you do for a living now?”
This perks her up again. She grins toothily and strikes a gallant pose. “Can’t you tell?”
“I’m a pirate, of course! Yo-ho-ho-ho and a cup of Borovan, n’ all that? That’s why I’m here, on Krawk Island. I mean, I don’t have a ship or anything… but I am putting together a crew.” She pauses thoughtfully for a moment, before adding, “Well, they call themselves my ‘roommates’ but in a way they’re like my crew. Lottie, Morgan, Peach, and Liv…” Peko leans in very close (so close you can smell… noodles(?) on her breath) and whispers. “I know I seem like the muscles of the operation but… I’m also the brains.” She punctuates this by tapping her head, which must contain a super huge brain. For sure.
“Let me get this straight: You’re a Tyrannian disgraced ex-ninja pirate with a crew but no ship?”
Peko nods. “And the best darn arm wrestler in all of Neopia, don’t you forget!”
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