What a strange life I have lived. Full of death, pain, rejection. Mostly rejection, and yet I find myself glad to have lived it. I wouldn't exchange it for any other, for it does have a happy ending, or so I've seen x)
I was born the runt, and only pup to a lupe named Draskilel and his mate Ariphetra. Dras and Ari, as they were called were two talented healers, acclaimed in the medium size tribe they resides in. The tribe, called the Toulons lived off in the trundra of icy lands and freezing winds. It was no wonder me and the other born all had astonishingly thick coats. Dras and Ari were quite proud of me, since I was there only child. Concern such as I was too skinny, or my absolute black eyes and strange markings were to strange for others likings didn't hinder them. Most of the others, including my parents had pelts of white, gray, brown, tan or even the occasional light blue. I was white and black, and black was a very strange color to have in the tudra. My parents always looked towards my attributes, like I was faster than most pups or my curiousity and were very proud. Best of all, I had shone great talent in the field of healing, satisfying Dras' dream that he would have a son who would learn a healer's way. To us, healing was to know the correct herbs to use. Or the accrurate amount of arctic flower be dispense. Later in other lands, I discovered that they're were those blessed to heal others instantly, but we Toulons lived old fashonly, ignorate to other methods than those had had been passed down for generations.
But so, as fate would have it, my parents would not live long enough to shield me from my tribe's cruelties. During one of the frequent battles the Toulons had with rival tribes, my parents were killed after they were captured by the enemies and caught trying to heal some of the wounded. News spread of my parent's death, and I was immediatly treated like an outcast. The adults of the tribe had never liked me. They're disliking for me began when I was born with strange markings. This disliking increased as I began to show of proudly my markings, happy to be different, and turned to hate as pups from the tribe began to view me as a hero, for I was 'special' and 'forbidden fruit' as there parents warned them never to come by me.
And so my pack turned on me, many wishing to exile me, others saying to keep me in the tirbe's protection but make me find my own food. Finally, another healer, Okecimikon, Okec for short, who had once held my parents respect, told the tribe he knew that I too, like my parents, held healer talents, and it would be to great of a loss to shoo me away. He said he would take me in, and continue my training. Scowling, the tribe agreed. I was happy, relieved not to have been exile, or starved, and trudged along happily at Okec's heals. Once inside, I knew Okec was no savior. He worked me hard, trained me vigorously, and punished me terrible. Punishment usually involved refusing to give me food. Since I had always been troublesome, unobidient, and enjoyed my talent for irking others, I grew thinner, if even possible. To make matters worse, as I healed those who needed it, I would constantly hear mocking. Many many times those in pain would yell at me, or lie to Okec and say I had forgotten to do something, or did something I was not suppose to do. These lies sent me to bed many evenings starving. When I could, I would sneak out, for I was very silent. I would then capture food on my own, usually ice fishing with my quick paws. This taught me my self sufficency, a very good thing to have.
And so, time came when my tribe would reconize me as an adult. I stood in line with others my age during the ceremony. When the tribe leader came to declare me an adult, he wouldn't even look me in the eye as he handed me my adult beads. For me, becomming an adult changed everything. No longer would I have to stand Okec or my cruel tribe. The word 'freedom' was very frightening, but even more thrilling. I left silently during the night, leaving not one good bye, even to the childhood friends I had made who's adiramation had not faltered as I turned into an unwilling servant. With the excecption of course of my dragoyle, Adi, who I will get to later. They were not worth it. Nothing in the tribe was worth it. Even so, I still travel back to my unappreciating tribe to give aid to those who need it. I don't do it often, but I do feel my past calling me even today. Not all were cruel, and if I can help even one in the many that was not, it is always worth going back.
But anyway, I must now explain to you what happened after I left my tundran home. I sure you are very bored with all this complaining, but do not fear. There is a happy ending. I think
Anyway, I wandered through Neopia after I left, drinking in all I had seen. I found it all incredible and brilliant, more reason to scorn the life of a Toulon. During my wanderings, I met a lupe called 'Ysaen.' Never before had I heard a name like 'Ysaen' and was eager to hear about the place where names like that were common. The male chuckled when I asked and answered that no where, and even in his homeland had such a name been uncommon. I found this amusing, but even more, I found the golden markings on Ysaen's dark fur incredible. When telling him this, he raised a brow and admitted to be thinking the same as he admired my white fur and ebon markings. He told me that one named 'txixt' as he called her, whom later I would call 'Crells' would find them equally as interesting. I was quite surprised, for no one had really liked my markings before, with the exception of myself who enjoyed being different. And so I met this Crells, who treated me unlike any others, with the expection of my mother and father had before. She quickly gained my trust, as had Ysaen. Through the days, I had come to see Ysaen like an older brother, and Crells, as my caretaker. Apparently they felt the same for me for one day they offered to offically allow them to be part of the family. I would become as neopian reconized it, a pet. Though put off by such an ugly word, the offer, and the look on crells face made me accept the honor. I was now part of a family..but what's more: I belonged.
And so my story ends there for that is all I have lived. I had lived, suffered, learned, and above all, been blessed. Life's funny that way, isn't it?