Stats
Owner: kiteworth

Gender: Male
Age: 74085 hours
Level: 6

Strength: 18
Speed: 22
Defense: 8
26/26 HP
Smarts: 10 books read

BATTLEDOME
#BD_PLAYED played
#BD_WON won
#BD_LOST lost
#BD_DRAWN drawn
Score: #BD_SCORE
--- [†] Welcome to my grave --

Well. You'd been hoping and expecting that this cavern would have held an interesting adventure for you, but it turned out to be a dead end. It's just a deep hole.

That's not very polite of you..

You turn around at a scratchy, painful-sounding voice to see something that resembles a winged lizard standing in the darkness. He observed you for a few moment in silence and you do the same. Some of his features make you decide that he was a krawk. A rather forlorn-looking krawk. Two wings lay in the dirt behind him, the tips messy and unkept. He had a golden bandana about his neck.

He tilts his head, a pocketwatch hanging around his neck swaying back and forth into view. Can you see me?

You blink at him in bewilderment, because he looks pretty darn solid.

Ah.. whatever. Do what you want. It's not like there's anything for you to steal.

You nod slightly, a bit taken aback, and the krawk turns away to disappear down a small tunnel you hadn't seen before. You decide it may be worth it to check that out later.


--- [†] History of a deadman --

In the meantime, though, you turn your attention to what caught your attention in the first place: a small lamp that you'd seen from the entrance. It sat on a little wooden table that looked out of place in a dirt-filled cavern. There was an old journal or.. something in the center of the table, covered by a cloth and a deep layer of dust. It hand't been touched in years, it seems, not even by the creature that lived here.

Well, nobody learned anything by standing there. You tug the cloth off of the book and flip it open with one very careful finger, finding it full of handwritten chicken scratch. You can make out some of it, but a few words are too oddly-written to read:

A good few pages are missing, and around that everything is too difficult to read. Either someone was just scribbling on the pages or they were writing too quickly to make any of it legible to anyone except themselves. The next bit you can read is quite far into the journal.

.......okay. Well. That didn't really answer any questions. You think back to the pocket watch you saw hanging from Vy's neck. Maybe you could just ask him about it? But no, he probably didn't know much. The journal had been untouched here for years, if the amount of dust was any indication. You check to see if there was any more writing on the back or underneath the book, and find a small line of text on the inside of the back cover; it seemed like it was written much later than the rest of the journal, and in painfully clear writing, though it was still in the same hand:

After a moment of staring at this you replace the book underneath the cloth and turn to where Vyroas had disappeared. You follow after him into the tunnel, and after bumping into rock walls a few times you come upon a room full of lit candles. It doesn't make the room very bright, but at least it was no longer pitch black.

Vyroas lay curled against a far wall, apparently asleep with his head tucked under a wing. You could see the pocket watch, still hanging about his neck, but within reach.

Your curiosity is too strong, so you sidle over as silently as you can, crouch down beside the sleeping Krawk, and pick it up. You are careful not to lift it too far, to keep the chain from yanking against Vyroas' neck.

It opens easily and a small slip of brown paper falls out. You carefully put the watch back and pick up the paper instead, folding it out to find it had writing on it, in the same hand as the journal:



You look at the watch again. The clock face is scratched and has marks on it, but it isn't broken. It wasn't ticking, either.

You look up with a crawling sensation on your back to find Vyroas looking at you.

If I don't, I'll die.

You stare, both in surprise at being caught red-handed as well as his words. It took a moment to digest them. It still seemed to you that he looked pretty darn solid. You reach out a hand to touch the joint of his wing, but he shifts it back out of reach with a quiet look. You point out how solid he looks.

I look solid to lots of people. Just because you can see me doesn't mean that I'm alive.

You don't think that's quite right.. but he carefully plucks the paper from your hands, replaces it inside the pocket watch, and recovers his head with a wing.

Please go away.

He seems to drift off after a few minutes, not doing a thing to try and make you leave by force. You can't help yourself and very gently poke a feather.

He was solid.

[[ top ]]


--- [†] Family and Friends who tolerate me --

Breigham
The one who took care of me ever since I was a baby. The last time I saw him was a few months before.. well. I'm not sure if he knows that I've died or not. I don't really feel.. capable of trying to tell him. I'm worried he'd be disappointed. He's a real rugged guy, you know. He'd call me pathetic.
???
She got me from Breigham. She's the one who cared for me for.. forever. Her job was questionable, but I have no idea what it was nor did I ever feel inclined to ask. If she didn't want to tell me, she didn't have to. I loved her like a mother, but she disappeared a long time ago. She gave me this pocket watch - along with the journal, telling me I should read it, but I haven't ever wanted to touch it. Whatever she was apologizing for, it killed me. I forgive her, though. That's what sons do. Right?
Kite
Kite is the person who cares for me now. I don't know much about her, and I don't think she knows much about me. She knows I like to be alone down here so she brings me food every so often to keep me healthy. I am grateful for that.


[[ top ]]


--- [†] Adoptables take one --

The adoptables will show up a bit larger wherever you put them!

Customs are open. So are adoptable trades! ;)

Baby

Blue

Brown

Camouflage

Checkered

Christmas

Cloud

Darigan

Desert

Disco

Electric

Faerie

Fire

Ghost

Glowing

Gold

Green

Grey

Halloween

Ice

Island

Magma

Maractite

Maraquan

Mutant

Orange

Pink

Pirate

Plushie

Purple

Rainbow

Red

Royal Boy

Royal Girl

Shadow

Silver

Skunk

Speckled

Split

Spotted

Starry

Striped

Tyrannian

White

Yellow

Zombie


Custom Krawks


Echarion

Metricc

Vyroas

Lia

Xiaen

Azelli

Jaszmin


[[ top ]]


--- [†] Links find your way back --





Neomail kiteworth to swap links.

Other krawks:

none!

Other pets:

none!

--- [†] Farewell so I can be alone --

[[ top ]]





Heads Up! You're about to leave Neopia!

You've clicked on a link that will take you outside of
Neopets.com. We do not control your destination's website,
so its rules, regulations, and Meepit defense systems will be
different! Are you sure you'd like to continue?



It is a journey
I must face...alone.
*dramatic music*
I want to stay on Neopets,
where the dangers of
Meepit invasion
are taken seriously.
Heads Up! You're about to leave Neopia!

You've clicked on a link that will take you outside of
Neopets.com. We do not control your destination's website,
so its rules, regulations, and Meepit defense systems will be
different! Are you sure you'd like to continue?



It is a journey
I must face...alone.
*dramatic music*
I want to stay on Neopets,
where the dangers of
Meepit invasion
are taken seriously.
Heads Up! You're about to leave Neopia!

You've clicked on a link that will take you outside of
Neopets.com. We do not control your destination's website,
so its rules, regulations, and Meepit defense systems will be
different! Are you sure you'd like to continue?



It is a journey
I must face...alone.
*dramatic music*
I want to stay on Neopets,
where the dangers of
Meepit invasion
are taken seriously.
/help/bumper/headers/log-in-to-facebook

NEOPETS, characters, logos, names and all related indicia
are trademarks of Neopets, Inc., © 1999-2017.
® denotes Reg. US Pat. & TM Office. All rights reserved.

PRIVACY POLICY | Safety Tips | Contact Us | About Us | Press Kit
Use of this site signifies your acceptance of the Terms and Conditions