Kiting has a minion!

Kel the Chillybones


The Twilight Paralix
Owner: Buttercream

Age: 9 years, 11 months, 1 day

Born: February 25th, 2010

Adopted: 9 years, 11 months, 1 day ago

Adopted: February 25th, 2010

Pet Spotlight Winner
March 28th, 2012


  • Level: 2
  • Strength: 11
  • Defense: 10
  • Speed: 10
  • Health: 10
  • HP: 10/10
  • Intelligence: 0
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed

The Want

Kiting sat alone in his perfectly square box, with one side open to the vast empty void that was his only visual scenery. And there he would wait, for hours, for days, for weeks. However long it took till that special moment when he was summoned to the outside world. Summoned to Azeroth. Or at least that was the name his Mistress gave that vibrant and exuberant world.

When that sacred moment came, Kiting would appear out of thin air, yanked from his black square prison by magic. His twine, cloth, and stick constructed body would appear flying high on windless skies. His amethyst coloured cloth wings held together by bowed sticks stretched out wide to glide on nonexistent air currents. His long, long tail crafted of vivid orange bits of cloth, sticks and string would undulate like a slow moving snake and then straighten out. His great maw would open and close, showing white pointy teeth with each cycle. His eyes would wander sporadically, trying to take in every little spec of beauty, trying to memorize those unique and special locations. Each summon was a small experience that Kiting had to treasure while in his solitude.

He had seen and experienced so many different locations. Some were ice cold, some sweltering from the lava pools running along the rocky path leading down towards a creature crafted of magma and fire, and some that were unexplainable. Kiting often recalled the hallway lined with floating statues created from celestial bodies in an old ancient Titan city called Ulduar. That memory would take him to the many tentacle beast that resided at the bottom of that very city, and how it would attempt to drive his Mistress mad with it’s devious whispers. The death of that awful beast was the sweetest triumph for his Mistress, and through her, it was Kiting’s as well, for he was there, flying high above the battle. Ulduar was but one of many memories that kept Kiting company.

Now, Kiting sat waiting. He stared out into that black emptiness, his tail curled around his body with wings tucked, wondering when he might be summoned. He knew that when he finally dissolved into Azeroth, his only tie to land, a thin strand of string, would be held by his Mistress’ hand. She would guide him on whatever journey she was experiencing. Through her, Kiting would see all that the world of Azeroth had to offer.

Story and Profile - Buttercream
Coding - Tilcara
Art - Keshi & Art

Pet Treasure

Purple Pot of Enamel Hobby Paint

Spool of Violet Thread

Violet Scrap of Fabric

Black Pot of Enamel Hobby Paint

Spool of Black Thread

Black Scrap of Fabric

Blue Pot of Enamel Hobby Paint

Spool of Blue Thread

Blue Scrap of Fabric

Green Pot of Enamel Hobby Paint

Spool of Green Thread

Green Scrap of Fabric

Red Pot of Enamel Hobby Paint

Spool of Red Thread

Red Scrap of Fabric

Gold Pot of Enamel Hobby Paint

Spool of Gold Thread

Gold Scrap of Fabric

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Lightning Bolt

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