When I was young, my mother died, and my father became abusive to me and my sister. I would try to take the beatings for her, because she was younger then I.
I would try to escape my father as much as possible, and be with Darkulix.
When I turned 14, my father had beaten my sister to death, and all faith in humanity was lost. I was driven into madness.
One night on a full moon, I killed my father. He had ruined my life, so I took his.
I thought it would make me feel better, but I felt worse. Not wanting to be caught, I fled, not to be seen for years.
For what happened in those missing years, I wish not to tell, as for everything was horrifying. I felt like I was dead, and was hoping I was. But I was not.
After many years, I left the woods in which I fled to, and found Darkulix.
His owner took me in, and has been caring for me ever sense.
Though I do not trust anyone, I accept her for taking care of me.