I was born a happy, little, red lupe. I remember my old owner to be a fierce lupe-battler, with alot of history and reputation and the need to win each and every battle. The fights I'm talking about did not go on in the Battledome. Instead lupes were put together to fight without any weapons besides their own claws and fangs. There were no 'friendly' fights, lupes were kept in starvation, sometimes ignored for days to make them miserable and mad. What every owner knew for sure though, was that they're lupes were not to be beaten, that would make their health-status bad and that would definetaly have them loose a fight.
My owner had faith in me and trained me since I was a little whelp. He had a huge room full of stuff to battle against, to rip, snarl at, bite, claw and just let myself do whatever I pleased. He taught me several moves and I turned out to be a promising battler.
As time went and I grew he entered me into my first ever real battle. I got beaten up badly and of course, lost.
That drived him crazy, being a man who always had wonderful fighters and vicious battlers to take. I went through the first foodless period. Not understanding at all what was going on I only got a few laps of water a day and that was that. As my next fight was coming up, he grabbed me once more before pushing to the ring.
You win this fight, you'll be fed the best foods you've ever seen. You lose, you'll suffer a few more weeks of water and breadcrumbs."
As I got pushed in and the gate thrown shut behind me, I slowly figured out what the battles were all about. No friends, no allies. Fight and win, and you'll do good; Lose and you may risk loosing your life.
From that day on I tried harder within each battle, succeeding most of my battles, they slowly started to fear me. Something I had aimed for. Ever since my roughest battle with several lupes together and I being the winning side, I had lost any faith in other lupes, ever since my owner started using the starvation-method I'd lost faith in other humans. I had faith in noone but myself.
Slowly I got the nickname of "Tassadar, the Thunder" in the lands of the battles. I was feared by everyone but my owner, who was the only one I still let come close to me, for even though he kept me foodless at times, he was still my only way of living and eating. And as I was one of the best out there there were really no starvation-periods left.
I was dubbed the best out of all but one, "The Champ" they called him. A huge, vicious lupe. He was the colour of fire and so dang proud of it. If my time came to face him, I was for the first time in my great history afraid. He was seemingly a normal lupe, but Rumours of the fact that he'd been raised by wild grarrls had reached my ears and he indeed seemed like one. He was snarling and baring his fangs, ready for the bell to ring to leap into my throat... Even though so, he was all neat and tidy, not half as scruffy as I am/was.
The bell rang and he charged at me immediatly, making the first move in my last battle. He defeated me, the fight lasted long, but he defeated me. After the battle I was nearly alive, crawling to my owner, who yelled something my way and walked off leaving me there. By myself. As I struggled to get out I sent a last glance to "The Champ", very good understanding the meaning of his name. he sent me a smirk and spat few sentences filled with hate my way:
Lookit the widdle plain-coloured lupey-wupey! No wonder you won't go far, heck, you look as ugly as your career.
Limping to a nearby forest I flopped myself down and sighed. My career was over, my food source had left me and I had actually been insulted because of my coat. That point there I made sure to refuse paint brushes every way possible, to make sure never to trust a painted lupe too well and never to trust another human being. I lowered my head onto my paws and soon fell asleep.
As I woke I could instantly scent another creature around me, a lupe, female but still. I attempted to get up, and as I managed to my hackles were already raised and I had made my fangs visible, letting out a snarl. She approached me and then I could lay my eyes on her for the first time. She was a brown lupine, who had been living wild her whole life. Her name was Diamond, or so she told me.
I won't reach into details, but she taught me all about wild livings, hunting, finding good places to live in, digging a den, running from hunters and so on. I had become soft and had grown to really like her.
It was the fateful night that I asked her to become my mate. She smiled at me and gave me a lick on the cheek. I was already ready to return the lick when I saw her flee. Tilting my head I called after her, standing and lowering my lobes. Then light reached my eyes, turning around to see I saw tons of people, flashlights and nets. Lowering my lobes even lower I was too shocked to run like she had, had she warned me I would've ran with her before the people got closer. I bared my fangs once more and lowered my position, having the second biggest scare of my life.
The rest happened quickly, one of the people called out something to the others and instantly everyone came running towards me, I yelped and attempted to run. I was a lupe, a wild one, but the one thing I had learned was to never trust humans. They had more power than lupes, or any of the other neopets ever would. My legs failed me, for the biggest wounds on my shoulder still hadn't fully healed and I was limping that leg. Nets were thrown upon me as I hit the ground and watched at all the humans come closer, lowering my lobes, my head and laying on the ground, shivering out of fear and very sure I would be tortured, locked up in a room or put onto a chain and being kept with no food once more. As they got me in the nets, and got me up I saw the worst sight of my life. One of them actually had gotten Diamond. Almost ready to go and save her, even though she had left me, I then saw him PET her and then put a collar around her neck and telling her to come. She didn't send a single glance to me. She was a betrayer, working for the humans in the pound.
I was carried off to the pound, I had heard of that place. Locked up in a cage, and held there until someone decides to "adopt you". As I was in the pound I tried to make myself comfy, as comfy as one would get on rock-floor and behind bars. Soon I saw someone approach my cage, not able to believe my eyes, for indeed, the one standing before me was the infmaous Diamond. I snarled at her as I slammed myself into the bars, hurting myself pretty badly.
What do YOU want?"
Just here to see how you're doing. Trust me, you'll find a good home, something like you had before you started to become 'wild' and run away from home!
As she shut her mouth, I had had enough.
You do NOT know what I have been through, you have NO idea of what my last 'home' was! I'd rather be eaten by a chia ALIVE than going to live with some filthy human EVER! You played with my feelings and actually want me to forgive YOU?"
Keep that up and they will feed you to a chia.
Her last words to me ever as she literally stuck up her huge nose and walked off. I clawed at the bars and through the bars for several hours, snarling and trying to get out, but with no luck. I left the bars and flopped down in the shady corner of the cage. My life had come to an end right there.
It had been several days when a girl stopped before my cage. Tapping at the bars she sent out a quiet Hello. I turned myself and eyed at her, great, the chia-owner searching for bait? She smiled and went to Rose, the uni and requested me to be adopted. Rose sent a gaze at my cage and her eyes widened up. They had a conversation and Rose opened up the cage.
He's Your's, Miss.
The girl was Leo, the one I am basically residing at right now. She took me to her home and made sure I understood that I can go anywhere and do anything I want, as long as it is ok with the rules of the land. Since then I've been basically free, sometimes spending time with my new family, who accept me the way I am and ask no questions.. I still don't trust other pets too much, neither humans. But I've learned to tolerate them more than ever before. Love is a hurtful subject to me and I shall never bring the fake-feeling into my mind even. As for Paintbrushes... Well, you get the point.
