Ala the Lupe (251 views)

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Name: Gualae (Ala for short)
Species: Mutant Lupe
Anthro/Quad: Quad
Age: 5
Gender: Female
Status: Has a Boyfriend
Job: Figher/hunter
Organisation: N/A
Heart: Hard to tell sometimes good sometimes bad
Homeland: Haunted woods
House: Cave o-o
Special: No

Appearance
Hair: its mostly fur o-o
Eyes: Red eyes
Skin: clean
Clothing: fur

Personal Info!
Personality: Bit crazy and moody at times she can be sweet and innocent then like turning off a light be downright mean and nasty to you.
Past: Had test done on her by her father and then sloth himself so shes part dragon shes also has killed 2 full packs she once was in. She got the mask she wears from a fallen pack member. That lost their life threw her paws.
Plus: Has dragon type Strength when in a blind rage.
Minus: Ice type magic or skills normally can get her weak since she vulnerable to them, Along side water.
Extra: none

My Story

I guess I will tell you my story from the start. Unlike most others, who are born in caves or dens, my brother and I were born in a house. Yes, a house. I know, crazy, huh? So anyway, let's keep going. My brother was born with a black pelt and I was born with a blue one. Now, my brother and I never got along when we were pups, and we still have our fights even now, but that's getting ahead of the story. You see, our mother was taken away from us after we were two days old. Our father ran her off—the jerk—and then he took us and split us apart. He had my brother on one side of the house while I was on the other side, and we were both confined to our own rooms.

He would do tests on us, mess with our DNA and such. I guess he just had a twisted mind. He turned my brother into a Werelupe He also mixed Dragon DNA with my own, but it failed—or so he thought at the time. In being subjected to the experiments, my brother's fur changed, as did mine. My blue pelt went pink of all colors, with blue markings. You can imagine that I was not happy with that change. After a while our father brought us together again, but it wouldn't be a happy reunion. Instead, it was just to have us fight each other. My brother won, however I still to this day want a rematch. I hate losing, if it's not noticeable.

After I lost the fight, my father did something to me to make me forget everything that had happened from birth to that point. He then proceeded to put me in a orphanage—how I got there and who I was, I had no idea. It was then that I overheard one of the people that took care of us what my name was. Overall, my like in the orphanage was okay, I guess. I was stuck in the same place with other pets and I still hated my pink fur, though I never knew why. I finally got fed up with being in the same place day after day, so when they went to take us out on a trip one day, I bolted out of their, attacking the volunteers and leaving the orphanage behind. To me, I was free to do whatever I wanted, but it wasn't long until I was caught again. This time, however, I would have preferred to have been thrown back into the orphanage a second time, but that's a bit later I'm getting ahead of myself again.

Once I had freed myself, I came across a pack. Out of all the people that were in that pack, was my brother, though at that time, I didn't know he was my brother. A few months went by in the pack, and we soon learned that we were siblings. Then another month went by and my brother soon left the pack for reasons unknown to me. Once he left, the other pack-members began to pick on me because I was different. I snapped, I then proceeded to kill the entire pack, right down to the pups. Once I had come back to myself and saw all the damage I caused, it was then I found the mask that only my friend had. I took it and to this very day, I still possess it. I wear the mask at all times now, to remind me of all the horrible things I did to that pack. Soon enough, I was on my own once more.

Eventually, I was caught by Dr. Sloth himself. He put me in a cage, of all things! I had escaped one, place just to be put into another, only this one was worse. He carried on to preform tests on me, and refused to give me anything to eat or drink. He waited until he knew I would be forced to drink whatever I could get my paws on, and that is when he gave me the liquid. I'm not sure what it was, but it was nasty-tasting. However, it was then that I went through changes again, my pink fur turned to a purple-ish blue, alone with lighter markings on my tail, paws and belly. My blue eyes turned red and my feathered wings turn into those of a bat. I wouldn't know it for some time after that, but that was when the Dragon DNA my father had placed into my body began to react.

He continued to perform tests on me for three long months, but nothing else seemed to happened, and even my looks stayed the same. I finally got fed up with being a lab-rat and waited until the next batch of tests that were ordered for me—that's when I made my move. I attacked him and knocked him to the ground, he sent others after me, but their attempts to catch me were in vain. I was free once more, but this time, I didn't stop running till I knew that I was in the clear.

Once I did stop running, I came across another pack. I watched it for a few days, observing it before going up and attempting to join them. When I was accepted, it seemed to have a calm setting, which was something I wasn't used to. All the same, I kept an eye on one of the pack-members there; a black male with very few markings and bat-like wings. I didn't trust him for quite a while, but as time went by, I found that I began to trust him, despite myself. After a few months, that's when it hit me. I found my brother again. Even the pack leader knew he was.  I couldn't believe i forgot about him. Then again I haven't seen him since he left the first pack. After another month, he left the pack, and I didn't even get to find out why. I simply woke up one day and he was gone, with no warning or goodbye again.

After he left, I only had one other in the pack that I felt comfortable talking to. My only friend, you could say. The others there would pick on me for being so different yet again. I dealt with it for a good while, but finally i couldn't take it anymore so I snapped. I'm not sure what happened, really, it was should I blacked out, and when I came to, I discovered the whole pack died. I didn't realize until later that I had their blood on me, and that's when it hit me that I was the one who caused their deaths. Not a single one lived, not even my only friend. I then found where her lifeless body lay,and said a few words and mad her a grave even put flowers on it. I then took the mask off from my first pack kill and and marked on the inside two scratches so i know what i have done again.

I always wear the mask now, in memory of my friend and second friend. I feel I'm to blame for their deaths, so until I know I can put that behind me, I keep the mask on. I then moved on from that place, to try and get away from what I had caused. I kept my distance from others for a good while after that. I did overhear that my brother went back there; I also heard he possesses a necklace that was made from the blood of all of the pack-members who were killed that day. I'm not sure however, if he knows I am responsible for their deaths.

I later decided to try a pack one more time, and this time it was a pack that went by the name 'Vlieg.' It wasn't bad, they're really not like my first two packs, and then I seen my brother among the pack-members. (I swear, he's following me and spying on me.) It was then that I told him the truth of the last two pack's fate, and was surprised when he simply let the issue slide as opposed to attacking me for my crimes. He then proceeded to tell me about how he now had a family, and that he was happy. I'm glad that he has a family of his own now.

I also found one of my cousins in that pack, his name is 'Vrouh,' and he can control the snow, calling a snowstorm or even something as powerful as a blizzard. (I like to call him 'Blizzard-boy,' just for the fun of it.) I then left that pack alone to try and find out more about myself. As time went on, my looks have changed yet again: my pelt is still the same color, but I know have darker markings and light blue markings as well. My wings no longer have rips in them, having completely healed, and I now have horns, which forced me to need to modify the masks so that I could wear them again.

I think it was my Dragon DNA kicking in again to give me the makeover. I, too, have a family of my own now, and I am very proud of them—Dagon is quite kind to me and our pup. I get told often that I worry over him too much, but I just don't want him to ever have to experience the same things I was forced to. I have yet to be able to allow my brother to meet my family, but perhaps one day that will happen. Come to think of it, I still have yet to re-challenge him. I wonder who would win now?

[Raichi]

Looks like you're almost good to go!
Neopets are born either Quad or Anthro, they can't change from one to the other on demand. You can keep both lovely artworks on her profile though