My life was very... complicated. Very strange, and as much as I would like to keep it to myself, perhaps it would help you understand why I act the way I do....


In my younger life... when I was born in the deep, dark forests of this world, things were releatively... fine for me. I cannot remember when I was born, nor the faces of my father or uncles or... any other relatives. I only remember my mother. Her face and her voice. And that makes it much more difficult for me now, in this life...


Things started going weird and... strange, when my father came home from his usuall... work. I beleive it may have been something to do with the 'king' in that time period... Which was why my famiy was so wealthy and lived in a castle, of all places.. He wandered in, at a late hour. My mother and I, even though I was still very young, use to wait up for my father till he came home to greet him. Through, that night was diffirent... He had wandered home at a very late hour... And I don't remember what happened completely... but I do remember him yelling and tossing things around... He'd seemed like he'd lost his mind, the way he was yelling and screaming at my mother... but thats all I remember of that night.


It was strange, seeing our lives suddenly go from... peacefull, and great, to rocky and over the edge. It was like a sudden jolt... into the future. All I remember... is a sudden blank, and then the memories of when I was... 8-ish..? Anyway...


I suppose from the fear I felt in my stomache when my father walked into the room, I guessed that his hitting and shoving he did to me and my mother wasn't just a one week event... He did it every single day... every single moment he was in the room, I felt fear. Maybe even hate, as I.. most of the time, watched my father hurt my mother, in way's I disliked in many ways... He would take a knife to her sometimes... threaten to hurt her if she didn't make him food... And with the heart my mother had, she didn't have the heart to take everything she had and leave the old... idiot...


Though... it was diffirent between me and my father... He would never really hurt me that badly... He would scoul and threaten me, raise his hand as if to hit me, then pull it away again. I quickly learned, however, that if I provoked the threat's, I would indeed get his attention in the abuse he threw out... He lied a lot... promised it'd never happen again.. He lied to me, and my mother as well.


The one thing that seemed to make my skin crawl the most, was the relationship my father and I had, away from my mother. I'm not saying what it was he did, but it made my skin crawl and my stomache churn.. It left me feeling utterly discusting and filthy... It was around the time he was beginning to shove my mother away from him... Beginning to push her further away, and spend more time with me. I disliked it... But when my mother got my father mad enough one day, he shoved her down a flight of steps. And killed her, and he unborn child.


And... ironicly, it was the week I came down with an uncurable disease... It rendered me helpless and weak. I was unable to move away from my bed from the day I was 9...


I was rendered that way for years... I remembered every painfull day of it... Staring at the ceiling... listening to my father ramble about how useless I was, and how much I deserved to die... How he just wanted to strangle me and use me like he did my mother for years.. Till I was 18, when my father was fired from his job when he was 'found out' about the abuse and muder of my mother. However, I still remained with my father, and he paid no time in prison for his ungreatfull deeds. Instead, he used the last of his money to send me away to some... lab.. Told me I belonged there. Said i'd be taken care of and treated the way I should be.




He was correct. Infact, he was downwright genius when it came to telling the future... It was subject to several inhumane experiments. Some for the disease I had... and when my disease was cured, amazingly after only a year, I was bared and chained, and considered healthy enough to be used for 'other' kinds of experiments. I was turned into a were wolf... Or.. whatever you call it... Studdied on how I felt pain, and other things. Before they had injected me with some syrum... to allow other genes to be fused together... like Werewolf and Vampire. Which was what I became. A werewolf vampire hybrid of sorts. It was horrible, being contiouse for all these experiments... Every syringe that jabbed into my skin, every knife they ran across my flesh. I remember it all.


Though, the day came when my dog could no longer take the experiments, and I died. I remember seeing that doctors face... looking smugg and right in his place infront of me, stabbing a needle into my arm, for fun. That shot of syrum, that big of poison, killed me. Stopped me heart.


Everything was black, and nothing was there. I lost my warmth... I remember being alone... I don't remember how long. Years maybe... But, I remember the cold getting colder... untill it felt my sould could shatter into a thousand little strands, and melt away into non-existance... But, it was sudden... after so long, in the cold icey nothingness, my eyes, opened. Meeting, the gaze of the clear, cloudless sky. The moon, shining its face directly over my... body. My body.... I almost remember myself readying to panic... but I felt no such feeling. I felt no anger... I felt no pain. I didn't even know if I had more than just eyes to look out of... After a moment, though, I remember thinking... about how much I wanted to see what I looked like... if I had a body...


It seemed strange, but it seemed I could move with my thoughts... If I willed it, I did it... I had managed to stumble my way toward some... water... leaning over the edge to look down into the water. I was sure I was going to jump and scream, back in fear of my own reflection, though no emotion, even though I throught of it, came from my new... form. I was... more diffirent looking than I was before. I had looked younger I assumed... Paler. I no longer looked like a hidiouse beast... Or, so I thought.


The moon, begain fading its light as a cloud consumed it. My mind, without my concent, begain filling up with twisted, sick thoughts. Thoughts of how blood would taste... how flesh would feel between my jaws and teeth. I thought, it was discusting... what was filling my mind with such hate..?! Such discusting and twisted thoughts? Glancing down at the water again, my eyes, widened more, as my very, pale skin/furr begain darkening, into a dark, furry color... I was... Werewolf? No. After a moment, I realized that. My mind was over powering by things.... thoughts. And.. all I could remembering seeing was that.. canine looking thing... that I am now.. I can switch from anthro to quad when the moon changes... I'm not saying more than that... It's a bit hard saying anything at all...