The pink lupess, named Stoxa, cackled a little.
YOU want to know about ME?
Hah..

You did nothing but cross your arms and give Stoxa a rather unpleasant and stern look; as if to say, 'Well, yeah..'

..Oh fine. Here it goes...

Cub-hood..

I lived in a normal family, a small pack of lupes, with my mother and two brothers and two sisters. Apparently, my father had ditched us and ran away just before I was born. My mother was a great lupess. She was so amazing. She took care of us as much as she could; she was very brave. Life was more difficult then, you don't realise it until your older.

Anyway, we all lived in this wilderness; where loads of blood-thirsty neopets roamed. Life there was a terrible matter. My mothers only will was to defend us; and thats what she did..

I remember the exact day, as if it was yesterday, and I was probably only about three months old when it happened. A huge group of insane neopets, mixed of all kinds, raged over to our small den where we were trying to hide from it all. But they spotted us, and tryed to kill us all. But my mother threw herself infront of us and battled them till her death. It didn't take that long till it happened.. There was too many of them. She was sadly beaten up till she collapsed to her death. Her last scream was for us to run, but we couldn't. We were too young, our legs weren't strong enough yet. And so it happened.

The neopets carried us away, far far away from each other. I expected death; but I was wrong. But one thing I knew for sure, that I'd never ever see my mother, brothers or sisters ever again...

Child-hood..

For years I was kept in some stupid cage, hanging from the wall; only being fed a few peices of stale bread and soapy water each day. Life was terrible. Each day I screamed and cried to come out, but everytime I did that, I was beaten with a stick. The pain was outstanding.. My learning, like my walking and talking skills came very late. I had no mother to teach me, so I must of been around two years old when I started to walk. I still couldn't talk though. All I could do was bark and squeak.

I hardly even understood what was happening to me; my life was such a blur. My mothers death was flashing before my eyes, and I couldn't cope. Everything else in my mind was that I had to get out this cage, and run away. If I didn't, God knows what would happen.

For atleast another year I stayed in that cage, still suffering, becoming slowly thinner and thinner. I never grew any taller since my diet was completely rubbish, and my whole life so far was being tortured. I had to get out. I must be free. Now I can walk, I should be able to do something.

I squeaked loudly, and once again, the huge Grarrl approached me, the stick in his hand, and his shadow flooded the whole cage. Slowly, he opened the cage door, and swung the large stick at me, but it missed. I dodged quickly to the side, and sprinted as fast as I could up his arm. As I came to his shoulder, I pounced off and landed to the floor. He was surprised what I had done, but wanted me back. He roared for his team-mates, and they all came thundering after me. As I hit the floor, my right fore leg got caught beneath me; and a huge blast of severe pain twisted through my whole body. I yelped out in pain. The whole gang of torturers were behind me; I had to get away while I could. I lifted my small helpless body from the floor, and bounded across the land as fast as I could. I found myself limping most of the way, lifting my painful leg from the floor. I cried out evertime it touched the floor, or if I knocked it on something.

I ran and I ran. I had never had the chance to run like this before; but since it's the first time, it must be right. Bounding across the overgrown fields, through forests of flames, over muddy hills and down slippy mountains. I arrived down the hugest slope I had ever seen, I slipped down it at the speed of light, and I cried out in pain as my leg whacked off tonnes of sharp rocks.

By the time I hit the bottom, my body was numb and worthless. I laid there waiting for death. I could just about see the torturers right at the top of the mountain; which was awfully far up. I doubted that they would come after me; which they didn't, but they shouted horrible comments at me and I just cried and screamed. Blood rushed from my leg, face and torso. This was the most painfullest part of my life. I slowly just lost the will to live...

Later on..

Early on the next morning, I felt myself being pampered and cleaned off by damp cloths and towels. Twitching and blinking, I slowly opened my ruby eyes and glanced to my surroundings. I was in a small shallow tub, filled about halfway with warm water. The tub was sat on some tall work-surface, and all I could see in my sight, was blurred figures that I had never seen before. Looking down to my leg, I noticed that it was wrapped in some form of bandage. I moved it slowly, and weeped in pain. Someone came running over, and stared right down into my eyes.
She's awake!
Something said.

My head was full of confusement. Where am I? Who are they? What has happened to me? I tried my best to calm down and just let my future plan itself ahead of me. I closed my eyes softly and slipped myself into the water. Suddenly, I felt some cool hands rub against my sides, and drag me out of the water. My eyes clicked open. A sharp pain ripped through my flesh on my left arm, and I screamed out. I looked over to see a huge long silver needle, pushing through my skin. I just wanted to be free again.

As soon as the needle was out, and some weird machines and bags of liquids were taken away from me, I pushed myself up with speed, and pounced out of the tub as fast as I could. The tub tipped with my weight on the tip of the side, and the water splashed down onto the floor. I yelped as my bandaged leg bashed against the side of the unit, but jumped down onto the floor anyway. I tried my best to ignore my terrible pain; and blasted out through the huge double doors. I heard a clicking of high-heeled shoes running after me, but I sped up my pace and went on.

Now..

Fourteen years from then, I had ran. I ran and ran till I could run no more. Each day I travelled on, all on my own, wishing for hope. By the time I was about eight years old, I realised that my leg was broken, and understood all what had happened in my life so far. My clean white bandage was pretty much a black colour. My beautiful pink pelt was stained red in most places, but murky brown in other spots. Blood and filth had built up on my fur and stayed there.

A good few years from then, probably thirteen years old, I decided to experiment with my leg. I unravelled the bandage, and all that laid beneath seemed pretty much like a lifeless white piece of flesh. I poked it slowly, but groaned with pain.

It was the day of my fifteenth birthday, when I was somehow found by some weird scientist and taken away to some experimental lab. I don't really want to explain, because it sounds a bit complicated and rather discusting, but thats how I ended up with my robotic leg. Until now I have had it. I had obviously learned to talk by then, and I knew all the twists and turns of outdoor life, alone. I had escaped from the lab, just like any other place I got away from, and thats when I found a place, which I called home...

Home..?

A huge dark woods, filled with glowing red eyes. I entered it with caution, and looked around. It wasn't long until I knew all about this wood, and knew how to get in and out.

I am now seventeen years old, and ever since I found that wood, I have stayed. You are in it now, child. This is the wood I found when I was fifteen. I did everything on my own. I hunted my own food and dragged it to my homely-spot of the wood, I found shelter and water by myself, and I did all that until now. I still look small, don't I? Yes, I have hardly grown since the moment I was born. My bones were weak from my rubbish diet, and my blood pressure is quite low. But I survived. Hah.. I survived.. Sometimes I can't actually believe that, and even sometimes I wish it wasn't so. If I had died earlier on in my life, maybe I wouldn't have gone through so much pain.

But since my horrible background as a child, that is what my life resulted in my actions. I'm not exactly the perfect friendly person. I hate people, and I can't actually believe that I am now talking to some freak like you. I've never talked this much before. I never talk to anyone.

I don't even really know what I want. But I think, all I want, anything in the world, is to have my mother back. Or atleast know my brothers and sisters. For all I know they could be dead by now. They could of been killed since the moment they were kidnapped. Or, they could be like me. An outsider, always alone, with their own thoughts, no friends or family and not exactly the nicest person on Earth.

Anyway, I do believe I've wasted too much of my special hunting time, telling you, some stranger I don't even know about my whole life story. So, begone! Need help? Tuff. Find your own way out of this silent wood. I did. Maybe you can suffer like I did when I was young. It won't even be a tenth of the servere pain that I went through!

And with that, the lupess had shrouded out of sight.