this is my past:
this story starts about three centuries ago when i was first born,
in a peaceful clan in the middle of the amazon rain forest,
i was born in the year of the wolf which was strange for our clan
being were-tigers. i was a strange child at best, a demon child at my worst i was always getting in to fights with the other children. i was exceptionally strong bearing the traits of the shamans, our elders, magic usage came easy to me....
when i was a little over 30 years old (equvalent of about 3 in our lives) a traveler came to our village by accident he was lost according to him. i didn't trust him but who would listen to a child even if he had the power of the elders i could tell when others were telling the truth or lies he wasn't just a traveler he was a hunter he started an onslaught on my clan he lead all the other hunters to my village..... they started killing my people taking our pelts.... me being as young as i was had not obtained my full pelt the silken fur that would cover my body with out my control i had been able to summon my animal form from the first moments of being able to walk around but i couldn't do anything to protect my friend's my family...... i had been hidden away with the elder's while our strongest men and women went to battle the hunters but they had something on their side daemons the blackest kind ones that killed not for food or even trophies but just to kill the feeling of death caused by them was devestating to the elders for over 60 years the daemons attacked us i had been training for those 60 years controling my change so i would never obtain my full pelt keeping it hidden from those who hunted me, then one day the shamans started to die
they told me that the daemons had started attacking through the spirits of our dead i knew it was time for me to step into the battle i had to kill the desecraters of our land our village our clan had been a peaceful one never killing others even in a rage we talked our differences out but the time for talk had come to an end the last surving elders transfered their power to me giving me their knowledge their strength giving their lives so that i may defeat our enemies
i was the last of my species when i left our enclosure that day...... that day changed me in a way i would not understand for centuries but change me it did
i had the taste of blood and i liked it
the daemons never knew what hit them i struck the first line so quickly that i went through the first ten and wasn't even touched by their blood
i sliced through the second line quickly after that but soon i was covered in their blood i didn't really fight with all of my strength until i saw what the daemons had surounded it was a large pile of pelts at this moment i went insane i changed but in a way that none of our kind had done in almost a millenia i wasn't human i wasn't beast i was a mix between the two i was in our ancestor's battle form a cross between human and beast having the intelligence of my human form yet the strenght of my beast form i was unstoppable anything that stood in my way was either thrown clear of the area or completly destroyed i was using magic my claws my fangs everything i could get my hands on but when i had destroyed the last of the daemons the pile was gone the humans had taken them away in the blood-bath so i ran ran to find the human decendents of those who had invaded my home destroyed my people and left me alone
i never found them they had vanished with out a trace that is except one there was a marking on the ground a cross with three slashes through it they had been working for a race of daemons that had supposedly been extinct for centuries!
these bastards had destroyed my family, my clan!
i knew i had a purpose then i was to destroy the last traces of these creatures and avenge my people
i started my quest for revenge by looking at the archives our elders kept hidden from the rest of us
in these archives it outlayed the race of creatures their appearence what they lived off of and most of all their weaknesses which was battle, blood, and most of all the Gladiator battles i knew what i had to do i had to find one of these arena's and kill the beast that ran it
little did i know that it would be harder to find one of these arenas for they traveled
around so as not to be caught i traveld for many years over a century of searching before i heard a rumor that there was one near me that night i set out
in search of this pit
but it wasn't to be i was captured that night i killed many of my enemies but i was still taken
i had gotten what i wanted just not the way i had wanted it i was in the pit the next morning i was standing in front of a crowd of what appeared to be hundreds of thousands of creatures humans demons vampyres elves sprites anything that could get it's hands on some gold
i was facing a huge creature one that i knew was usually a gentle one some how they had turned it into a wild animal
i didn't want to fight this thing but i had no other choice the timber wolf is not a beast to anger i didn't want to fight it but it attacked me i did the first thing that came to my mind which was to change into what i had dubbed my battle form when the beast attacked me i dodged to the side and cut it from neck to gullet killing it with one swift blow
the noise from the crowd was deafening i was a newcomer and i had beaten one of the pits champoins! for over a hundred years i was sent out again and again
each time fighting more and more beasts and humans
then opportunity struck in the form of an uprising in the pit i was able to rally some of my fellow gladiators to attack the creature that was running the place i was the one to kill it then i burned the pit to the ground and escaped
through the decades i have been hunted
 Draviast Darksoul · Fri Feb 10, 2006 @ 01:59pm · 2 Comments |
