Agh.
It's you, guest. Just when I think I'm in my state of lonliness, which owuld be a good thing, you just HAD to pop up and put me on the verge of annoyance...
Well.. are you going to stay, or are you going to leave?
I don't care if you do either. But if you are going to stay, then don't stay for long, and you watch your own back. I load my cannons carefully with an accurate aim, especially when the target is the one irritating me.

So.
You want to know me, guest?

Well, if you continue to call me Zharamita for any longer, I'll slice off your ears. It's Zhara, or at least another name I don't want you to know. So don't ask.
Mmh... Fine, maybe I WILL decide to tell you so stop nagging me about.

Name: Zharamita (ZAR-uh-my-tah)
Alias: Zhara
Gender: Female
Age: 44475 hours old
Family: Deceased
Love: Who needs one
Friends: Or those
Eyes: Light blue
Pelt: dark gray
Belly: Light blue, tipped medium blue
Hair: medium blue
Paws: arms/legs are marked lightblue/medium blue halfway
Accesories: Two earrings in right, a slit in the right.
Tail: starts blue, light blue, blue then gray.
Personality: Maybe if you were paying attention before this, you'd have learned already.
Strength: 9
Speed: 8
defense: 9
IQ: 10

Even if I am from a wild pack, my stats aren't up so great and that's why I have this-here slit on my ear. So why should I bother telling you?

Ugh.
Well I might as well tell you if you're just gonna exist there.

Kay... well back when I was probably 3 months or whatever, I lived in a pack of gray, black and a few white lupes just east of the Haunted Woods. I don't remember my real name anymore, nor my friends and family I did have then.

One time, I passed on one of our leaders' territory. Big mistake for just a pup. Luckily, my father was around to help defend me, and I emerged with just a cut on my ear that healed pretty quick, but left a slit. My father, on the otherhand, had a few critical gashes, but gave just as many to the pack leader. Since it wasn't an official leaders battle, he couldn't become the leader but it wouldn't have done much use anyway.

Then, about 6 months or so later, my mother gave me the pendant I wear now. Kind of like a crescent moon, only with a bit of spike at the base. I wasn't quite sure why she was handing it to me, as it was her only memory of her other mother.

But the next night, I knew why she gave it to me. I'm not even going to go that far into details. So I'll put it short. Raiders came from Neopia itself and killed off most of our pack, even though they were considered highly experienced, yet they were no match for what the Neopians had in store for us..

And where that pendant is now, I don't know.. I'm not sure if I even care for it now...

My father put up a great fight, however it wasn't good enough. I saw him bounding away with many more injuries than he had 6 months before. I didn't see what had become of him, because I was suddenly seized from behind and put into a very small steel cage along with 3 other pups, some a lot younger than I. They threw dark clothes over the cages so you couldn't see anything beyond it except the quivering eyes from teh lupe across you. But I did catch enough for me to see a few more lupes killed, all black; except for a light gray one, which was my mother.

2 long weeks or so after that, We were let out of the cloth covered cage.. into this were brightness, with tiny clay-like dishes filled with clean water and odd food, much unlike the prey we were provided in the wild. I was seperated from my "cagemates" and never saw them again. I realized I was at the Neopian adoption center, filled with many other pets.

And the rest I bet you are clever enough to figure out by yourself. Or are you?

Pah.
My owner lauren2391_ isn't always here, so that's one good thing around here. Cept for the others, like Riya, a goody-two-shoes Zafara who's too nice for her own good, and my Gelert Sisters, Kinvellia and Rhemnania. I don't know where they are always up to, but trust me, I wouldn't care if they were running through a field of weeds or lost in a pitch black hole.

Hmmm...
Friends? Who NEEDS friends. If you have them, then you are too weak to fend for yourself. Sure, they can be useful, but still, independence shows your true self. To me, anyway. If you were to complain about it, you'd best shut up before you let out anything first.

What?
You're leaving already? Ok, good, because if you stand there any much longer, well, put it this way. You won't be standing there or anywhere else anymore. Tah.