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Set me free~....Your heaven's a lie~....
Savy : Don't mind Daimion ^___^;; She's... probably gonna be alittle edgey until her layout and stuff are done soooo... I think you should leave before you lose an arm ^__^;;
Song playing : Unspoken by Lacuna Coil
Stats
Name: Daimion_Wyvern
Alias: Daimion
Age: 21, human age.
Gender: Female. Yes, FEMALE.
Breed: Some sin against god…
Petpet: Martel the Alkenore
Birth Date: 21 years ago, stupid.
Pelt: White, gold and silver.
Accessories: No.
Owner: Savynawings
Love: ........
Pups: No.

Daimion's story

Well, what can I say? I was born in Neopia. My parents were 2 NORMAL Lupes. Same thing couldn't be said for me, though. I was BLESSED with wings… Rainbow wings to be correct. That certain mishap was not common in my Neighbour hood. So in other words, I was looked on as a freak. A weirdo. To be honest, it hurt a lot… And it put a lot of stress on my mother. Others would go to her and say sorry for the monstrosity that she had given birth to. It all made me turn against myself and keep my emotions inside, not going to anyone. AT ALL. What do psychologist say happens when you keep all your emotions bottled up inside? You're a moron if you don't know, love. You 'snap'.
My mother was talking to one of her friends, talking about ME. It was one of THOSE sort of friends, the one that enjoyed gossip about other people's problems. I was sitting in the corner at the time, and as soon as she left, I went sick.
WHAT IS IT?! WHAT THE HELL IS IT YOU HATE ABOUT ME?!?! WHAT'S SO WRONG?! ARE YOU ASHAMED OF WHAT I AM?! THAT I'M DIFFERENT, DIFFERENT FROM YOU, DIFFERENT FROM THE OTHERS?! DO YOU WALK DOWN THE STREET AND LOOK AT ALL THE OTHER CHILDREN AND WISH THAT YOU HAD THEM INSTEAD OF A MONSTER LIKE ME?! WINGS ARE MENT TO BE A BLESSING AND YOU MAKE IT HELL FOR ME!!! HELL!! ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS YOURSELF!! NEVER ME!! NEVER!! YOU HEARTLESS OLD BAG!!" I had shouted out angrily. Don't know how I managed to say all that without being interrupted, but I did. My mother just looked at me, shocked. I was panting heavily from the lack of air that was in my lungs. And as if on cue it started raining outside and a clap of thunder was heard. A crack of lightning was seen in the window behind me, which showed my image, for a split second, onto the wall infront of me. The stance I had taken made the image startling, like a demonic Lupe with glowing eyes within the shadows, and my angelic rainbow wings looked like a demon's. I liked that look. It made me feel like people would fear me, so that they would never hurt me again. Amazing though. I thought all of that in a split second. As soon after, I stormed up the stairs (as best a 4 legged creature like me can do) and locked the door firmly behind me.
The next morning I was soon in a foul mood, and I strolled down the stairs angrily. My wings were drooping by my sides, and I did not know that they would last much long. I won't go into details. My mum striked me and tore at my wings, pulling them out. Not the feathers, The actual bones that connected them to my back. She ripped them out, end of story. Okay, it's not, but my story goes for much longer then this ooookay? It's damn annoying to write all this down for people like you.
Next... Next. Well, I ran, I didn't fight back. IT was snowing outside, my luck. I kept running, for miles, my blood stained the newly fallen snow as I ran. As I did, the red shifted to gold and silver, so it looked like I was bleeding some sort of chemicals. Eventually, my eyes were opened for so long my eyes started bleeding. Gold dripped down, and when I blinked, silver went above. My paws froze when the hit the ground, and as my path became pavement, my they cut and bled the same, tainted gold colour. I had to stop and catch my breath. Looking around I noticed my scene had changed greatly, I was now in the city... People in the streets stared and blinked blankly at me while I slowly and weakly began my walk down the long, spiralling streets. Before, I knew it, I had collapsed, my eyes closing slowly. A pup dying in the streets, we've all heard it before. Before I could taste the bitter sweet flavour of the enevitable death that was just teasing me, hands of a person picked me up. I wiggled slightly but to no use, all went black.
What had happened to me? Simple. Someone had taken me in. I'm sure you think it was Savyna, but it wasn't. It was a middle aged man with a messy house, constantly filled with the atench of cigarette smoke. I ended up staying with this person for a rather long time, until I was maybe... In my early teens? That was when I was trianed, trained hard. What for you asked? For dog fights. No, not your pathetic lupe battles in that weak little battle dome, these were 'dogfights', for canines such as myself. These are usually fought to the death or until someone intervines.
For the next few years, I fought and fought hard. I won, always, getting quite high on the champions list. Dog fights were illigal then, as well as now, so you could tell no-one other then the underdogs of the dark gangs in the world knew my name.
Eventually, I came across ONE fight that would end up changing my whole system...
(Savy = Okay! this is where I need YOUR help! I'm looking for a male lupe OR Gelert that could be Dai's next opponent. They have a perminate place in this story, and play a large part in the next chapter or 2. If you're interested, PLEASE neomail me!)

Friends/Allies
Vilexxen
I guess I can classify him an ally. He has a psycho owner like mine, and we both try to kill owes, so what's not to admire? Alot, but I suppose it can be over looked. There's one pet off my 'neck snapping' list.