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Ala has a minion!

Fang the Crypt Hound

Ala
Legacy Name: Gualae

The

Nightmare Telenine
Owner:

SilverIceWolf

Age: 11 years, 3 months

Born: February 3rd, 2013

Adopted: 11 years, 3 months ago

Adopted: February 3rd, 2013

Statistics

Level: 91
Strength: 245
Defense: 234
Speed: 177
Health: 238
HP: 153/238
Intelligence: 20
Books Read: 19
Food Eaten: 3
Job: Weapons Tester

Personality
|Nice|Lost|Confused|

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 alone 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. He turned my brother into a Werepyer. (Before you ask, it's a mix between a Werewolf and a Vampire, now back to what I was explaining.) 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 the pound, how I got there and who I was, I had no idea. It was then that I overheard one of the people that fed us what my name was. Overall, my life in the pound was okay, I guess. I was stuck in the same cage with other pets and I still hated my pink fur, though I never knew why. I finally got fed up with being in a cage day after day, so when they went to feed us one day, I bolted out of the cage, attacking the volunteers and leaving the pound 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 pound a second time.

Eventually, I was caught by Dr. Sloth himself. He put me in yet another cage, of all things! I had escaped one, just to be put into another. 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.

Once I did stop running, I came across a 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, the pack leader pointed out that we were siblings. I didn't know how she knew, but I took her word for it. 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.

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. I dealt with it for a good while, but then I snapped. I'm not sure what happened, really, 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 took her mask from her.

I always wear the mask now, in memory of her. I feel I'm to blame for her death, 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 pack, and then I could 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 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, or was, but i shall get to that. 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. Sadly its now up to Dagon to watch over are pup he wound up disappearing for unknown reasons with are pup. I do know when I find him I will ask him why he left with are pup and didn't tell me. I have yet to be able to allow my brother to meet my family, but perhaps one day that will happen when i find my pup again. Come to think of it, I still have yet to re-challenge him. I wonder who would win now?

_____________________________________________________________________________________The image base itself is credit to the creator that made that image all i did was trace over it i did ask if it was aloud to do and they said yes however the coloring of it was done by me ^_^