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Katarziana
Kata, was my first female friend. We had so much fun together swimming in a big lake next to our tree house. One day, I found a studded in the lake. Kata and I took turns each day wearing it. I miss her so much... she got a terrible disease and past away. I'll miss you, Kata.

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Dragonite10101010
A good memory for once. Dragon and I were great friends; nothing more, mind you. He is one of the friends that I have never found since my reincarnation. I hope we will meet again someday.

Dhestiny
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Jaklez
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Alzofar
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Presiint
Presint and I met at the FCLC. Being the young and ignorant adolescences we were, we soon fell crazy in love. We were happy together, until I met another. Long story short, I was in love with both and was forced to chose. Presiint and I agreed to become friends after that. Now I envy him. He has a wonderful life, with a perfect love and two beautiful children, while I'm crippled. I wish, more than anything, I can go back to him, and fall into his protective arms. But evidently, it is too late.

Jakelaa
Jake is an old friend of mine. We used to be in love. I chose him over another so many years ago. When I found him after the war at sea, my feelings about him changed. I simply did not love him anymore, I only respected him as an ordinary lupe. Even though I did not want to do this, I concluded in moving out from his home. Of course, I still visit from time to time, but I don't know if I'll ever view him in that way again.

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Terra7893
Terra was my best friend when I was a pirate, and to this day she still is. I found her about a year ago or so, and for a while we were acquaintances, not knowing who the other was. I am glad to still have a friend from the good days with me.

F0C0
I cannot recall how we met or why we became friends in the first place. We are polar opposites; at least in my view. Even though Moon is not necessarily bright or mature, she'll always be one of my best friends. At times, she reminds me so much of Kata.

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Delmore_
When I first met Delmore, he was mean and cynical, which made me realize that he was like me in every way. He was scarred from things he didn't like to talk about, and life was rough on him. We've grown really close to each other, and I've noticed that he's actually quite caring, and he opens up to me each day. When I'm with him, I always feel happy, and when I look into his eyes, I forget about all the pain in my life. I know I'm in love with him, but I deny the fact to myself. If we end up together, I know sooner or later he'll just be another memory to weep over.

My Backstory

Chapter One -- The Beginning
My mother and father were very young, at the time. They had a playful affair in Mystery Island. What seemed like meaningless flirtings soon grew serious, and their love turned powerful and more passionate than ever. They grew up in two different tribes, said tribes feuding between each other since over a century before. Somehow, both found out about their forbidden romance. It had gone to the point where their parents beat them and threatened to disown them if they continued to see each other. My parents come up with the terrible conclusion to run far away, further than where the tribes could even imagine. For a few years, they lived alone with each other at the very tip top of Terror Mountain.
I was born Aloomanous on a beautiful, dark night. My mother was so weak, not to mention a little young. She died painfully while giving me birth. I was stuck with my father, Thomas. For months, he was completely grief-stricken by my mother's death. He couldn't manage to eat, sleep, or, frankly, have any emotion often. Clues were pointing to the result of his death, but he did not die. He later came back to reality, and realizing that mother will never come back to us no matter how much he moped around thinking she will, he packed up all our things, which was not much, scooped me up, and we left the little cave we lived in at the time. He explained that mother haunted that cave day and night. He could not stop thinking about her, no matter what he did. Everything reminded him of her. Later in my life I was shown to be very possessive and hateful towards change. If I had known what was going on, I would've been outraged, forcing him to leave me behind if he has to leave so bad.
My father had two things to comfort me with: a soft, little stuffed tiger, which had been my mothers, and a big, warm, comfortable jacket. While my father and I roamed around Terror Mountain searching for a new home, he had always kept that jacket wrapped around me at all times. The Jacket made me very warm, despite the piercing cold air surrounding it. To this day I remember exactly what it felt and smelt like. Oh, how I wished I still had that Jacket so I could snuggle in it now and forget about my life, just for a moment. Despite the comfortable warmth of it, I don't think if I had it now, it would heat me up. Ever since my life started to turn upside down, the feeling of ice never left my aching spine.
While the jacket was cluthced around me, clutched beneath my little, bony legs was the stuffed tiger. I was like a foolish dog without a care in the world and a big, juicy bone with that tiger. That tiger was my best friend for so many years, all through my childhood. It was beautiful and realistic; it didn't look like someone just drew the design on their way to lunch. Frankly, I don't really know where the tiger is now, but I'm estatic to know who it's with.
The journey for a new home to live in was long and somewhat painful, but not cold, thanks to the Jacket. Of course, the sky was always a dark blue gray color and it was rare when it would stop snowing. I remember my father would remember this time, and he'd laugh at me dawdling along behind him in the deep snow, trying to keep up. Then, he would pick me up and let me ride on his back for a bit. He would never let me, under any circumstances, take the Jacket off; I didn't want to. Sometimes, my paws would ache after walking for a long time, or I would slip on ice or accidently step on a thorn and have a deep cut on my paw or leg. He had said that it always broke his heart to hear my loud squel of pain. He would lick my wounds with his smooth, warm tongue, and he would let me soak it in some snow. Sometimes, he would let me use this bandana that he always wore; he would tie it around the cut so it would heal, sort of like a bandaid.
Finally, when Dad gave up, he decided to use wood and just build a new hut. He held the wood stable from stiff blocks of ice. I was content living alone with Dad, but life was hard. I lived completely alone with him. I had no friends, no neighbors, and no other relatives. We did have guests from time to time. None of them had a kid for me to play with, and Dad pretty much ignored them. He would say Good Morning and Good Night, Happy Hanukkah or Merry Christmas, but that was it. Everyday we hunted for food to survive. Dad would usually tell me to stay home while he went off to catch a rabbit or something for breakfast. Breakfast pretty much the only meal we had. But right after hunting trips, we would have breakfast and dinner. When the food ran out, only breakfast. We could sometimes go up to four days without eating. We lived in the middle of nowhere, where it snowed everyday. We kept the fireplace on all the time. We had a broken television with only two or three channels. My bed was all lumpy and uncomfortable. Yeah, life was hard. But it was alright with Dad always by my side. I always thought we would live like this forever, on the very top of Terror Mountain, where it had the worst weather possible, all trapped up in the small but warm hut, making dinner out of really anything we could find. I often wondered what I would do when... if, my father died. Would I continue life up here without him? Or by then, would I be brave enough to abandon our cheap life and find somewhere new to live? I would try to talk to him about it, but I couldn't. I was afraid that I would just burst into tears the moment I started talking. I would tell myself not to worry about it. Over time, my father had turned into a good, muscular wolf, with razor claws and sharp wit. I thought that nothing would happen to him in a long, long time.
The last day I was with Dad, he'd said that he was proud of himself for raising a talented, independent, and beautiful yound lupe. I had never forgotten those words, and in my darkest hours, I would remind myself that was what I was and still remained, despite my noticeable change in my all around personality.

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Before I knew it, I was already twelve years old. When I was seven, Dad promised that when I turned twelve, he would take me all the way to Tyrannia for a hunting trip. Most guests we had were on their way to Tyrannia. They had said that the prey over there was big and very delicious. My Dad and I had the same thought. Now here I was, on the morning of the day I've waited for so long for. Today was the day where I'd see a new land, and if I liked it there, I planned on begging my dad if we could move there. We wouldn't even have to go back for any stuff. We truly had no stuff. There was my lumpy bed, the bad television, an old rug, and our kitchen, which we could easily live without.
We packed a tent, sleeping bags, a lantern, a miniture grill, some frozen food we could snack on during the way there, and toothbrushes + toothpaste. Plus, a beat up tiger stuffed animal that I had with me since I was a baby. I might have been a little old for stuffed animals, but that didn't matter to me. My father had given it to me a few days after I was born, and I'd cherished it since. Right before we left, I glanced at our hut with a different view than usual. If I liked Tyrannia, and the remarks about the prey is true, this might have been the last time I ever saw the home I'd lived in my whole life. In a way, I'd miss our cheap, boring life, but I'd trade it anyday for a life in a place like Tyrannia. I reminded myself not to be too dramatic, Dad could very well say no and we'd still be living here after. Without a word, my fahter and I set off for our trip, piles of snow falling down at us rapidly, the cold piercing my skin. I couldn't wait to get out of here, and maybe I'd see a clear blue sky, and I could see the sun. I had never seen the sun, but from the homeschooling, my dad told me that it was a beautiful sight to see. He described it as a big, golden ball in the sky, that sank into the earth as the day wore on. He said that as the sun sank, the sky would turn from blue to a rich black, with thousand of white dots, called stars. Thinking at it now, Tyrannia was not at all a beautiful place. But, aving never seen trees with green or the sky any color besides gray, this was a big advantage. These things sounded beautiful, no matter where I saw them at the time. Oh, how I couldn't wait to see these beautiful sights.

Chpater Two -- The Beast
About a week or so later, we arrived in the Tyrannian Jungle. I was far too traumatized to speak. All the wonderful, new things I saw were just amazing. I would stare at a tree with my mouth hanging open, looking like an idiot, but I was too amazed. I had seen everything my dad had taught me. He was right about the sun. It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. I truly never saw much beautiful things, since I lived in a small hut where it never stopped snowing in the middle of just about no where, with only a few dead trees here and there. The trees in the jungle were much taller and thicker and greener. We came upon a clearing where we decided to settle down for the trip, and we would start hunting tommorow. During sun sink, or night, as Dad called it, the sky in fact did turn into a jet black color, with the millions of do- I mean, stars, in the sky. But something caught my eye: a certain dot in the sky, that was much bigger and brighter than all the others. I had asked my dad about it, and he said it was called Kreludor, Neopia's moon. I had stared up into the sky all night, and I couldn't stop admiring it. At one point, Dad said he was going to sleep. I turned and told him good night. He smiled and stared at me for a long time. Then he whispered, I am so proud of myself, for raising such a talented, independant, and beautiful young lupe. He kissed my head and said goodnight. At the time, I never thought those words would mean so much to me. A couple hours later, I realized that I'd better get to sleep. I decided to sleep outside. Just as I felt my eyelids getting heavy, I could barely hear faint footsteps crunching the dead leaves in its path. I sat up, alert. I thought it might be a rabbit or a vole, and that's when I realized how hungry I was. I walked toward the direction of the noise, crouched down slowly, then continued. Then I heard the footsteps swiftly coming straight in my direction, as if it were running. The footsteps grew louder and closer, and I realized that it was much bigger than a rabbit or a vole. I heard my breathing getting louder. I ran into the tent, nudging for Dad to wake up, almost screaming in his ear, but, being the heavy sleeper he was, didn't wake up. Suddenly, the footsteps stopped. I stayed in the tent, too afraid to move. Nothing happened. I dared to poke my head form out of the tent. Big mistake. I found myself I was staring at two very large, sharp yellow claws. I stood, my paws frozen to the ground. Any minute now, I knew it was going to attack. I told myself to be prepared for any sudden movement.
But the creature didn't do anything. It just stood there. Amazed at my bravery, I slowly raised my head to look at its repulsive face. It was a tyrannian kougra, snarling loudly as foam went down its long, sharp, jagged white fangs. I could tell it was a kougra from some of the guests that stayed with us. It was a cat like neopet with somewhat big, cute ears, soft, steady paws and promising eyes. Even though this was a kougra, it fit none of these qualities. It's ears and paws were beat up and scratched, and a deep, purple scar went across an empty eye socket. His fur was ragged from violent battles, and his jaw was crooked. Its good eye was filled with... what was that? Anger? Determination? I never found out, and I didn't want to. When I found my strength, I turned and ran. I felt like I was running right out of my life as I struggled to get away from the Beast. I heard a loud roar explode through the the trees, then loud pounding against the soft soil, getting closer. I burst forward, trying to get away with everything I had. The pounding got louder, and the knot in my stomach tightened with every step. Without warning, I felt a heavy weight fall onto my back. Unbearable pain burst everywhere in my body, and I felt paralyzed. Something sharp stabbed into my neck, and I was being lifted. The Beast was picking me up from the ground. I wrenched myself around, trying to break free, but the Beast held on tight, shaking me hard. Everything was blurry, and everything hurt. Suddenly he let go, and I went sprawling into a tree. I had a nasty, deep cut on my neck, but I was able to stand. My eyes grew wide when I saw the beast running straight toward me, his eye narrowed. I jumped on its back and sank my teeth into the its skin. The foul taste of ragged fur filled my mouth, but I was determined to hold on. It let out a screech of pain, and I bit harder. Then I felt like I was being flipped over, and all of the air knocked right out of me. It was suffocating me, and crushing me into the ground harder and harder.
The Beast was suddenly off of me with a powerful force, and I was able to breate again. I looked up and saw my father, battling the evil Beast. I saw scratching and biting, and my father yowling with rage. Scarlet drops fell onto the brown dirt. I saw the Beast strongly grasp its colossal fangs around my father's neck, and my father let out a horrible sound, somewhere between a choke and a scream, a loud, bloodcurdling scream. His eyes grew dull, and his brown pelt was stained with blood. The Beast suddenly threw him across the clearing. He landed hard on his side. He struggled to get back up, but was weighed down by his fur, full of sweat and blood. He let himself collapse, letting his blood cover the dirt, letting his eyes slowly droop closed. This can't be happening, I heard myself whisper, my face burning with tears flowing down my cheeks.
After that, all I remember the Beast then leaping at me when I least expected it. I was too tired to fight back, too concentrated on my father. It grabbed my neck again and hurled me over the tall trees, over the blur of green... I could feel my body lowering to the ground at a fast rate. My head hit a sharp rock, and I was out cold.
I woke up in that very same spot, expecting to be dead. I was in terrible condition, with a bloody spot on my neck and a deep cut in my scalp. I could feel the heat of the sun beating down on me, and the river of sweat flowing down my back. I had no idea how long I had been unconcious. It could have been weeks, for all I know. My first thought was about my father. Had he died that night? No, he couldn't have. He was very strong, he had to have survived. I tried to run to the spot where he lay that night, but I was too weak and dizzy, so I basically had to crawl. The Beast had thrown me farther than I thought, as it took me a while to get to where the fight took place. I realized that it's possibe I would never find it, since I basically didn't know where to go. Right when I was about to give, things started to look familiar, and I saw the tent we had pitched up. Trying to remember that night, I ran the same direction I had before, waiting to see the place of the fight. I stubled across the battle field, frantially searching for Dad. I jumped through bushes and climbed up trees, searching for any trace of him. I ran a few miles outside of it to look for something, but what I found was nothing. The panic and fear was slowly eating me alive. I searched long and hard for him, and after many weeks of searching, I finally gave up. But I just couldn't face the fact that my father was no where to be found. Since then, I was determined to find him, and any thought of him being dead never crossed my mind, mostly because I wouldn't let it. To this day, I sometimes think about him, I'd imagine him, lost in a random part of Neopia, hungry and weak and slowly dying, looking for me.

Chapter Three -- Life Without Dad
I never botherd to try to return to Terror Mountain. I considered staying in Tyrannia, but the thoought that the Beast may not be the most dangerous thing out there made me change my mind. I aimlessly wandered all of Neopia, trying to find a chance for a better life. I lived alone for about three years. At that time, I didn't have a certain home I'd return to everyday. I had sheltered in a few places, but they didn't last long. All of Neopia was my home. Again, I thought I would live like this forever, on my own living like a tramp. Then, I found Meridell. I'm glad I did, or else I would never have met Katarziana. Thinking back now, I don't remember how we met. But we did, and Kata became my first and best friend. When I told her my name was Aloomanos, her exact words were, Wow, that's a mouthful, isn't it? I'll call you Aleu for now. She was kind, and she offered me to live with her. We were stuck together like glue. We did everything together. We did have some bad times, but that's what friends are for, right? We found a beautiful studded collar in the bottom of a lake once. We both admired it, so we shared it. I wore it one day, then Kata wore it the next day. We were like two peas in a pod. Then, Kata caught a terrible disease. She shriveled up and died, leaving me alone in this big, empty world. During her last few minutes, I rested the collar next to her and I told her to take it with her to the afterlife. But she insisted that I keep it. I still wear that collar today, knowing that Kata is watching over me. She gave me full ownership to her house, as stated in her will.
Since Kata died, I never really had a potential goal in life. I just let the days come and go like I used to. I felt utterly alone... until I fell in love for the first time. My mate, Presiint, and I were happy together. We were young, and we had each other. Then I met Jake, who fell in love with me the minute he looked into my eyes. He said it was love at first sight. I explained that I was taken, but he wouldn't take no for an answer. He started to flirt with me, then more and more each day, up to the point where he was driving me crazy. Finally I screamed at him to leave me alone. Surprisingly, he finally did. Then I was perfectly happy with Presiint. But I found myself always expecting to see him everywhere I go. And when I did see him, he would look at me and a half-smile would form on his face. I felt so guilty and I felt sorry for him. One night when Presiint and I went on a date, I didn't have as much fun as I thought I would. I kept thinking about Jake. Then, I thought about something totally unexpected. Was I falling in love with Jake?
So yeah. I loved them both, and I was forced to choose. Presiint and I promised to be friends after that, and we kept our promise. He is still a good friend to this day. I became Jake's girlriend, then one night he asked me to marry him. Our wedding wasn't very big. It was mostly Jake's friends and relatives. After that, I was done in Meridell. I sold Kata's house, and Jake and I moved to Krawk Island. Presiint promised to visit every now and then. There, I found a school that could give me proper education. I grew very interested in pirates. A few years later I became one of the most feared female pirates at sea. While at sea I met Terra, and we became just as good of friends as Kata and I once were. Terra was very kind and spunky. She knew exactly what to say to cheer me up. We were best buds. So far I only had three important people in my life: My mate, Presiint, and Terra. Those were the three people worth living for.

Chapter Four -- Reincarnated
Living my life out at sea went very smoothly. And I made a lot of new friends, for a pirate. But of course I made more enemies. I can only imagine the tranquil turquoise of the calm sea. I was leader of my crew, with Terra as my deputy and Jake at home on the island. Life was good. I don't like to brag, but I was a very victorious pirate. I won almost every battle. I can really only think of three or four battles where we had to retreat. I visited Jake every weekend, and for the holidays too. One day, I came home from sea with great news. I was pregnant! But the whole nine months was agony. I wasn't allowed to stay on the ship when I was pregnant. Of course, Terra took my place as leader, but I couldn't stand being away from my crew. Finally, the baby was born on September 16th. He was a beautiful baby boy, who I named Inap. I was happy that, when I'd come home from sea, I would come home to a family.
One day, while visiting Jake and Inap for Christmas, I got a call from my crew. There was a war at sea. I couldn't leave my crew mates on their own. I had to leave for the war. During the battle, I felt like a ferocious lion, battling for every bit of sorrow in my life. I truly don't remember what happened next. My pelt was soaked with sweat and blood, just as my father's had been the night of the Beast. Pain pulsed through my body, and I couldn't go on any longer. My crew did everything they could to treat me, but I couldn't make it. My spirit had shed my sick body, and left.

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I remember dying. I remember my spirit, transparent and quiet. I remember my weakness and hunger haunting me. I begged for somebody to help me. It was already too late. I was a spirit. But I woke up a few years later in the middle of nowhere. I couldn't remember my past. Patches of fur were missing. My nose was bleeding, and I was in pain, just like many times before. I walked over to a stream to look at myself. I found a deep maroon scar over my left eye. Everything I had loved the most had vanished. I had been reincarnated. I decided to rename myself Aleu. I wandered the world, trying to remember my worthless life. Over time some of my memory came back, but most of it was just gone, with no hope of returning. I was overjoyed to find Terra, Presiint, my mate, and my kid. Terra and Presiint were very welcoming, but my mate had changed. He wasn't the right one to be with anymore. So I left him, and I took my kid with me. For a little while I developed a small crush on Presiint again. He would have made a great dad for Inap, but I found out he had found a new mate. I tried my best to rebuild my old life. I tried hard to find my crew, only to be crushed in finding out that during the battle the ship sank, with only a few survivors, but who knows where they are now? Over time, living my new life, I made some new friends. I found a human, called Fuzzy, who had always wanted her own pet, so she adopted me and Inap. I was happy living with Fuzzy. Fuzzy found three other pets: Kit the Kau, Sadie the Gelert, and Yolan the Kougra. I had my own little family again.
About a year later, we all had a vacation at the Lost Desert. A day into the the trip, we were watching a game of Tug-O-War. After the game, Sadie said that I could beat that winner anyday. She encouraged me to think about challenging him. But then the winner heard us talk about me challenging him, so he dared me to do it. I said sure. I mean, why not?
It was a hard game. At first I thought I was going to lose right away, but I managed to claw my paws deep into the sand. I pulled the rope with all the strength I had. I admit it, I was scared of falling in that river. I started to concentrate on it without realizing. I looked at how swiftly it was traveling, and the beautiful turquoise... it reminded me a lot of my time at sea. Suddenly, I felt a sudden force from my opponent, and I lost my balance. I fell into the river, screaming at the stop of my lungs as the current forced me away. The river couldn't support my weight, and the rushing water filled my ears, nose, mouth, everything. I thrashed around in the water, feeling like my lungs would burst any minute. I felt like I might die all over again, just like before. I began to realize that less and less water flowed through my body, and I was lifting up. Soon, I was totally out, gasping for breath in the wet sand. My head hurt and my eyes stung from so much water. I coughed up all of the water stored in my throat. I felt really sick, like I might throw up. I soon fell asleep, too weak to do anything else. I woke up two days later in the emergency room in Sakhmet. My body still ached a little, but otherwise I felt a lot better. The docter told me that it was a little Blue Anubis that fished me out of the river, and saved my life. I asked the doctor where the Anubis is, but the doctor said he disappeared just as he appeared. A few hours after we arrived home from our trip, the doorbell rang. I answered it, and at the door was the cutest little Anubis. He must have been the one who saved me. So I kept him, and named him Tramp. He was such a joy to the family, especially to my son, Inap.
Spring came after that. Love was definetely in the air. My roommate, Sadie, fell for a green gelert named Kevets. They knew that they were meant to be together, because one day they were in a tree together and they saw a huge cloud shaped like a heart in the sky. Also, my other roommate, Yolan, fell in love with a Christmas Cybunny. Even I found someone to love. Rino was so handsome and kind, and he loved me for who I was. We first became really good friends. One night, he had no one to hang out with, so he asked me to have dinner with him. We had Chinese food. Until then, I never had Chinese food. It was a new experience for me. During dinner, we talked and laughed, and listened to funny stories we both had to say. After that we went outside and sat down in the grass to look at the stars. We had fun making our own constellations. The night was so beautiful, as I stared into his eyes, we were in our own little world. He confessed his feelings for me as his eyes filled with love. I realized that I loved him too.

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It wasn't long after that we were happily married with now two beautiful sons. I will never forget the happy look on Inap's face when he got a baby brother. We decided to name him Jess, because Rino's father had always told him that he looked more like a Jess. Of course, after a few months he had made up a lie and said that his sister went missing and that he had to look for her. I had found out that he was cheating on me the whole time. Once again, I packed my things, took my children, and left him. I don't know where he is now, nor do I really care.