I am what is called a twilight Eyrie. A twilight Eyrie is an Eyrie who has special markings and signs. When I was born, I was a smoky gray. As I grew, my gray turned into a pitch black, and meh markings started to appear.
To meh school, I am what is considered a 'loner'. I don't a have a nack for making friends...*looks down at ground sadly*. But to me, it doesn't not matter...

Gender Male Owner Kaycee Hours 53402 Level 11 Strength 16 Movement 15 Defence 12 Intelligence 10

I do indeed have a petpet. I used to have a Cobrall named Mojo Jojo, but then my mom found me a petpet who had lost its owner.

The wind blew coldly, breaths of ice around every tree, every bush, every blade of frozen grass. The woods seemed darker that night, dark as the purest black of midnight, when no moon or stars could be seen. No creature could be seen, and nothing seemed to be moving, except for the trees swaying in the wind.
Through the trees was a looming mouth of a cave, pitch black with the night's color. The wind whistled through the turns and chambers, screaming down to the end of the cave, where a low lit torch was hung in the stone, the flame's light casting shadows.
The flickering flame lit up an alter, an alter built of stone and gems. In the later lay a few eggs, each with their own design. Golden eggs shone in the few rays of firelight, sapphire eggs twinkled. All of the eggs were brightly colored but one. One egg was a deep black, black as the cave itself. Silver wound through the midnight color, the only thing that shone on the egg.
The wind kept blowing, its shrieks filling the cave. It seemed to pound into the wall, then struggle to get out. The eggs quivered, none of them too heavy, but all light. The black egg set upon the edge of the alter, and tipped back and forth in the angry wind.
Suddenly, it dropped, overwhelmed by the blasts of air. The soft moss covering the foot of the alter broke its fall, generously. The egg quivered for a moment, but a second gust sent it rolling through the cave, each bump cracking the egg.
The egg kept going, following the cave's path to the outside. By the time the lonely egg had reached the woods, it was cracked all over the deep black. But now, instead of cracking from the jagged rock, it was cracking from brith. Birth of a new neopet.
A small beak broke through, a dampened body with a pair of tiny wings following. The baby Eyrie shook its head, shaking bits and pieces of egg shell away. The small Eyrie was a smoky grey, except for its eyes. Its eyes were an icy blue. The inner section was a white, tinted with blue, and then grew to the outer section of a deep blue and silver.

As the Eyrie grew, its smokey gray color grew to a midnight black, black as the night it had hatched. It had lived in the woods for a few years, living off the land's food sources. The Eyrie could fly a little now, and enojoyed spreading its wings and jumping off a large rock to saor a feet before falling back to the ground. He also enojoyed watching the sky, espicailly twilight. It always amazed him for some reason, the beauty of the sky.
One day, as the Eyrie was watching the sky, a snap of a twig reached his ears, and he turned around to see a sahdowy figures and a net closing over him. Crying out, he fought the rough hands and desperatly tried to tear the net. The figures started to drag him, away from the sky, away from his home. As he screeched one more time, he looked back to see the last twilight of his younger years.

Locked away in the cold cell, the cement floor a shuttering touch of iciness. The Eyrie moaned, not knowing how long it had been there, just to know that it had been too long. The cries of other pets were all around them, some of them, like he, caught from the wild, others moaning for previous owners.
Scared, the black Eyrie cirlced his cage, then forced himself to lie down on the cold cememnt and ignore the pleading cries of freedom. Closing his eyes, he slowly drifted off to sleep, the cries fading.

What's his name?" "He doesn't have a name, not yet. He was found in the wild, alone."
Blinking sleep from his eyes, the Eyrie flew up, crouching in the corner of the cell to see two people. A man and a girl. The man frowned, growling, "Git over here, you little pest!" The girl glanced at him, then crouched down in the front of the cage. Holding her fingers out, she called softly, "Come here little one, I won't hurt you..."
The Eyrie blinked, surprised by the girl's kindess. All of the humans around the pound were harsh, all speaking with cold voices and a mean glow in their dull eyes. He stood up, took a few steps forward, then stopped uncertainly, still not knowing what to expect.
The girl's eyes shone with tears, tears of sorrow. "I won't hurt you, I want to take you home..." The Eyrie walked forward again, inches away from the oustretched hand. His icy blue eyes looked one more time into hers, and she gazed back, smiling. He leaned forward, finally letting the hand stroke his cold beak.
The girl grinned, looking up at the man. "I'll adopt him." Looking back into the Eyrie's eyes, she concluded, "And he shall be named what he loves and is. Twilight..."

-Anthro-