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| I am Spiritwolf, welcome to my den! | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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So, you want to know who I am. That my friend, is not a story lightly told.I'll start at the begining, that is the easiest part.I was born, the third child to Datainia and Crestwood Spiritwolf. My mother, has I can remember was beautiful. She had hair has black has a raven and smooth has silk. Her kind gentle eyes never held even a hint of anger. She was soft spoken and understanding. In my memory, she never once yelled at us, and we were pretty bad sometimes. My father, however, was strong and demanding. This was compounded by the fact the he was the leader of our Tribe. He had a reputation to uphold. I got my eyes from my father, deep emerald green. We two were the only ones of our kind that had them. None before had seen the likes of our green eyes. My father had taught me the ways of the people, along with my two older brothers. The youngest of our family was Ethan had yet to build the speed or stanima required for hunting. He was my favorite though. We were inseparable. Life, has I remember it then was fine. I was happy and innocent. When I was eight that all changed. My brother, Ethan and I had gone canoeing. It was my favorite past time. I could sit on the river for hours, watching the water bubble underneath me. We were racing home. I was much better than he was, but this night he wanted to win. So, we raced. We came up to a divide in the river. To the left were the rapid that took you to the ocean. To the right were the calm waters home.Ethan forced me to the left.I didn't mind, however, the rapids gave me a challenge, I had gone down them many times before. This night though, at the end of the rapids, was a ship. I knew what it was instantly. We had been plagued by slavers for sometime now. I had nowhere to go, and before I could even think of escaping, I was caught in their nets. I was taken to their land, the land of the pale face. There I was sold on the block for a hefty price. The man that bought me was named Adair Sabien. He was an assassin. He needed me to front a job he had. I played my part well and for that he taught me the tricks of the trade. At twelve I was a master assassin. But, has thing do, it ended. He was killed and I was sold again. This time to a farmer. For this farmer, my job was to cook and clean. I also assisted another of his slaves to train his horses. I didn't mind this job, I loved horses. I managed to develop my skill with the animal during my stay there. But, again all thing come to an end. On my sixteenth birthday I was attacked by the eldest of the farmers sons. His intentions I knew well. I defended myself, but in the process his son was killed. In return the farmer was going to kill me. On the fateful day the Prince of the land, Prince Elric of the Ories, was happening by. He noticed the commotion and stopped e farmer from ending my life. He offered a hefty price and took me to his home. There, I became his personal slave. Soon after my arrival I was force into marriage with him. He was most cruel and I went to bed nightly thinking of different ways to kill him. I was used has his personal assassin and was the General of one of his armies. His power over me came from the son we had sired together, Eric.Elrics punishment was harsh, I still have the scares on my back to prove it. One eve my captain came to me and informed me he knew a way for me to escape. I followed him out of the castle. He took me to Dante, a powerful mage who shared my hatred for my husband. He cast a powerful spell which open a portal between Crossraods and the realms. He gave me a scroll made of human flesh, saying that I would know when to use it. He then told me to enter the portal and be free. I did so not looking back. Once somewhat safe in the Realms I built a home for myself in Murias. From there I hunted and lived out the daily routine of the masses. I fine myself unhappy though. I feel has though I was destined for more, but I do not know what. I don't sleep, I can't. Nightmares plague me even when I am awake. The question follows me where I go. What is my purpose? It begs to be answered, but I do not know how. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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