To begin with, my past is full of turmoil and despair, as is most lupe's in this world are nowadays. But nevertheless, it easily could have been much worse. I had a past so entire different from anyone else I've ever met that it seems almost ridiculous. But nevermind that, this is mystory. Let's hope I don't put you to sleep..

I was born to a fae named Indulara. A strange fem of a twisted mind, which led me to often believe she wasn't exactly normal, or perfectly functioning to be honest. She was paranoid and constantly demanded isolation from anothers with such passion that it was frightening. I assume she developed these qualities after the lupe she loved, my idiot of a father, abandoned her. To be honest, I don't know that entire story for my mother always described him to be a beautiful male who left to go fight a "force of evil" and then come back to rescue her. I can honestly say I never believe it, being the cynical fae I am. I do know for sure that my father was red in color and had a pair of wings shaped like a dragonflys, gold in color, as my mother describes. She claims he came from a lupe pack where all the members had similiar dragonfly wings of different colors. I am forced to believe that, for it would explain where I inherited my own dragonfly shaped wings. The rest of me, such as my inky pelt, the little dots adorning my pelt or my disturbing short, weak, and thin frame come from my mother who was a "black beauty." Or at least I always thought she was beautiful.

Anyway, to get back on topic, my mother raised me away from any lupe pack. Just the two of us, completley alone in a tropical land, of warm climate and beautiful vegiatation. She would never allow me to see others, and only when I was a bit older she would let me out of her sight. When she did so, of course I would abuse this, and would venture out to the lands of nearbye packs, playing with fellow pups, and listening to the stories of elders. Of course, this is where I attained both my social skills...and my sanity. They all knew of my mother 'illness' for apparently the stories of a "crazy lupess" had been passed around, and they pitied her, and me. I, naturally, hated this pity, and wanted to be disassociated from it, therefore I was pretty tough on my mother. I never had any patience with her, and was not a good daughter at all truthfully. I can not honestly say that I ever truly loved my mother, and I do not think she loved me. Nearly every night she would stroke my wings, telling me how proud I made her, and how she could not have a better daughter, but it all seemed fake. I only just reminded her of my father.

After years of this isolation torture, I was finally rescued from this social cocoon my mother built for me when some foolish lupe named Vern stumbled across Indulara path. He fell disgustingly in love with her and showered her with attention as apparently every fem desires. He wooed her, and from what I saw, brought her back to sanity. I suppose love is much more powerful thing than I ever expected for the change in my mother was incredible. She decided to join Vern pack, which officially set me free. I told her that I now had to move on with my life, for I was older now, though I really was still quite young. She teared up and told me it was her time to "let me go and discover the world for myself." I hated the thought of joining a pack at that point in my life, and so I left. Many would think it would have been difficult to do so, but honestly, it was one of the easiest and greatest choices I have ever made

As I mentioned before, I was still quite young when I did leave my mother, younger than the age that most pups do so, but of course I needed my freedom, which I enjoyed throughly. Because of my young age, I was evitably immature and stupid, and demostrated this one day as I was walking through a forest in the dead of winter and got myself caught in a blizzard. Not only did I have any means on how to protect myself from it, but I had no clue as well. I sat underneath a small hole underneath a large willow tree, nearly frozen to the ground before I saw a pair of huge silver eyes staring at me. They blinked, and disappeared, though not before I discovered they belonged to a dragoyle's. Some the oddly whitened dragoyle returned, with a young male, hardly older than I. He was one of the strangest looking males I have ever laid eyes on, though I must admit, my first thought was envy for how warm he looked underneath a thick coat of his own white fur, being a natural in such cold weather. He took one look at my and began to curse, asking me something about how I became stupid enough to get myself stuck in a blizzard. He helped me out from underneath the tree, continuing the curses, especially when he first saw my wings. He stood next to me, warming me as best as he could, and led me to a young girl. The rest of it is a bit hazy due to the fact I nearly shattered as I hit the ground in a faint, and did not wake up for a few days.

When I did look up, I was shocked to see the face of the same girl hovering over me with a fire burning nearbye. In the room was the strange male I had seen accompanied by another male, of a dark pelt like mine, though he was adorned with golden markings. In a moment, all three of the strangers began to shout questions at me, which I did my best to answer. In a short time, I throughly liked all three of them, even the white male who had spent our first meeting curses at me for my own stupidity. I learned their names quickly. My blizzard savior's name was Aezal. The ebon male was Ysaen. And the young girl called herself Crells. I stayed with the group, who apparently considered themselves family, though they were all so different. I envied them with a passion I had not known before. They had each other and they loved it, while I had my half mental mother back at my old tropical land.

I wanted to leave the plac,e get back on my feet, for I did not wish to interupt their family life. But they would not allow it, claiming I was to weak. Soon enough, the idea of leaving them left me panicing, and I stayed with them for a while, wishing I would be deemed 'to ill to travel' for the rest of my life. I bickered with Aezal like me was my brother. I chatted with Ysaen like me was family, and I loved Crells as though she were my owner. Apparently, the feeling was mutual, for I have never left Crells or her lupes. They are brothers to me as she is my human. Although we never made a huge fuss, nor did we ever say it officially, but I dod become part of the family, and I never attend to leave

The rest you know. I ventured out, made friends, got Indill for a petpet, which is a different story, and became the fae I am today. Of course I have regrets, but in the end, I am completley satisfied with my life..or at least, how it is now...