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Werelupes: Myth, Legends, and Truth
What do you think of when you hear the word "Werelupe"? More than likely, you think of a large and powerful beast filled with fury and the desire for bloodshed. You think of a horrible monster dwelling in the Haunted Woods that will hunt you down as soon as look at you. What if I told you that this was not the case? Well, sort of.
My name is Inona, your everyday Usul researcher. I, like many, have had a longstanding interest in the illustrious Werelupe, but real research on these fascinating creatures is incredibly scarce.
|Something I Don't Already Know |
“Why is it that every time these twin Wockies organize a parade, we’re the ones sent to clean after it?”
“Shut up and get to work, Cornelius,” Carmichael glared at the Werelupe, pulling off the latex gloves from her fingers. The ghost Xweetok groaned, tying her hair in a bun. Her translucent face was stained with flaked skin and red spots, her Howie coat unbuttoned and in a state of disarray.
|Dark Omen |
The Black Pteri sits on a fence post howling doom and misery for all to hear...
"Oh, please!" Ryan scoffed. "That's such a tacky beginning to a story."
The storyteller sighed. "Young Neopet, will you allow me to tell my story without interruptions?"
"Hey, I'm paying you for a story, aren't I?" Ryan retorted. "I should be able to interrupt."
"Fine - just please make them sporadic. Anyway..."
|Unique Spooky Foods|
Some Spooky Foods are more unique than others. Sure, gummy rats are spooky, but there are three different kinds. Not very unique, right? And I couldn't tell you how many of those foods come from ghosts... Those aren't very special either. No, here I'll show you the strangest, spookiest, most unique foods ever to come out of the Haunted Woods. Ready? Here we go.
|And Then There Was Silence: Part Five|
Finneus hops carefully over the foggy waters of Bogshot Swamp, trying his best not to fall into the nasty, seemingly-gelatinous marsh. It's difficult, however, to maintain his balance when he's got tired, achy wings drooping behind him and his hands are full of treasures.
|Meegla and Fargon's Not-So-Intergalactic Adventures: Part Six|
Meegla headed up the peak of Terror Mountain. She figured what she needed right now was a soothing game of Snow Roller; after flattening all manner of annoying neopets and petpets with a giant snowball, she could use the pathetically small rewards to buy herself a smoothie. Comforted by this thought, she braved the gale without so much as a wince.