I was born under the starry night sky in shadow of my mother's pack, Salius. The land was that of the name Veltrose. Everyone in this land had pitch-black pelts but my father, brother, and me.
My brother was my twin. I was three minutes older. He had an icy blue pelt and gray eyes. Silver marks near his eyes looked like ice on his fur. His name was Cusano, meaning ice. We loved to wrestle each other. Our play gave me the life of a tomboy. It never mattered what the weather we always wrestled each other.
One snowy day we had been wresting when I tackled him to hard. His head hit a snow-covered rock and he was knocked unconscious. I licked the blood from his wound and tried to get him to wake up, but after tasting the blood something came over me. It was the awakening of a demon born inside me.
The demon was called Naida. She was the worst the pack of Salius had ever seen. As she woke my fur turned black and the stripes dull. My eyes changed to red with slit pupils like a venomous snake's. The white pattern on my forehead and muzzle tuned orange. Steam spewed from my nostrils and saliva descended down my chin. She hungered for the taste of blood and plenty was right in front of her. I felt my fangs sink into my brother's neck and tasted the blood tinge my tongue. Cusano was dead. My dear brother...
I returned to normal and gazed at Cusano. The blood dripped off my chin and on to his gorgeous coat. I was afraid something bad would happen, but it never did unless you count my family calling me a monster. I told them it wasn't my fault, but they never listened.
I continued to grow with Mother as Father ran off after Cusano's death. In the lands I was called 'Warita'(Monster). This later lead to a fight. "Hey Warita!!" a male called as a wandered home. I ignored his obtuseness. "Warita! I called you!" he said charging me. I side stepped and sent his pummeling into a trash bin.
My name is Glynn, get it right!" I growled. He recovered from shock and rushed me again. The demon was unveiling itself again.
Run! Glynn Naida!" screamed by-standers. (Naida means Demon) They ran tails tucked under them. I threw the male off me and he hit the ground hard. I tilted my head back and howled in challenge, and howling was illegal for some reason. I clenched his hind leg in my jaws and threw him over my shoulder. He was knocked-out as I left, still in demon form.
As I entered the den, my mother screamed. "Quite woman," I snapped. She shivered in a corner. She screamed again and called for help. I launched myself at her a dug my jaws in her throat. I slumped out of the den and regain normal traits.
Glynn Naida?" police lupines questioned.
Yes, and no. I am both.
You are under arrest for murder of Cusano and Montra, and assault on Xhenthall
I knew the hind claw extraction would be painful with my banishment, but I didn't care. I simply gathered my stuff into one large room, covered the den in moss and carved my name into the side. As I left I heard someone call my name. I looked back and saw no one, but the den appeared to be solid stone. I had covered with fabled Illusion moss. I ignored my discovery and headed to town square.
A male named Nari was sent to extract my claws. Naida was rising again from anger, fear, and frustration. Just before the first claw was pulled I morphed once more. I turned and killed Nari and lunged at the Alpha. He wounded my stomach severely and I shifted back.
Be gone! We never want to see you again!
I don't want to see you either," I hissed while I limped away.

Three months later, I was wandering the land, finding all sorts of odd creatures. One was, of course, Saseru. She took me captive and she became my guardian. Even as a pet I continued my wanderings.
Not long after, I found a very familiar abandoned land. There was a small stream in a vast field with forests to the east and west. In the east woods there was I large boulder I decided to rest against. As I leaned on its surface I fell through to a cave. I looked on the outer wall and found "Glynn Naida" inspirited on the stone. I was back in Veltrose!
I settled in the den of my family and stopped my wanderings. I was lonely though. Nobody dwelled in this land anymore. So, I went to a neighboring city to meet people. A silver mascu placed a blood-red rose at my feet. I picked it up and headed back to my home.
When I arrived a laid in a bed of ivy in the west woods. Memories of the past, Naida, and Cusano came flooding back. I wept, and after a little while I felt a paw on my shoulder. I turned to see a black and green mascu. He announced himself as Vashneel.
He lifted my spirits and we spent the rest of the day and night together. However, when I awoke the next morn from the sleepover-like accident, my friend was gone. I missed my friend and spent another month alone until a stumbled upon a lithe fae trying to catch a butterfly.
This was Kidavria. I taught her to hunt and invited her on an adventure, but she too disappeared.
Two years passed and Kyphid joined Saseru's family. We are probably the closest to each other than with anyone else in our vast group.
Even after meeting Kyph I was lonely. I howled for the father of Glynn and Cusano every night. For weeks I had no answer. However, one night one reached my auds.
I turned to see a mascu identical to me. I ran to him and told him my story and he told his. He asked to see the rose so I showed him. The petals fell and the rose bled from the head and thorns. It was a Mari Nosa rose. A cursed rose of blood. The blood was that of a lupine. A trigger for Naida.
I silently urged Father to leave but it was too late. I killed him in the same manner as I did Mother.

Time passed and I grew lonelier. I found a Stego named Hezengel or Herz that helped some, but I longed for my friends to return.
On the third anniversary of Vash and I's meeting, I was sitting in the field with Herz having a picnic. I scented something familiar and looked back. Vash was standing there. I was happy again, until he disappeared into the mist. I was again alone.

Vash returned a while later in December. There was something he wanted to tell me, but couldn't. Finally he showed me, with a kiss, that he loved me. We were happy and I carried a pup. He was killed by his eldest son and later revived. After his revival we ruled a land together for a short time. It was there I discovered a new side to me.

A pup's elder brother had come to take her home, by force. I stepped forth and told him that if his sister wished not to go, he had no right to take her away. He continued to threaten and show dominance. My intentions were to protect the pack and the pup. My white markings began to glow pale green and my fur turned white and silver. I spoke with a voice not my own, an almost godly sound. Halthmei touri Sanerah, jontuh aymar. Racthei koia. I hadn't spoken Veltrosen in many years, much less Wupkia(Old Way) Veltrosen. What I said was simply, I'm called Sanerah, Fallen Angel. Stand aside. At first I knew not what the Fallen Angel was. I then recalled an old Turkaw(myth). It said, Angels that do wrongly are sent to Veltrose to live in the body of a mortal. The mortal born at the moment the deed was done becomes the host. However, for this rare thing to occur, a demon must perform a good deed at the same exact time. The three souls fuse together and battle for power. The host soul never wins, but has the most control over the body. The ethereal souls duel for control and have triggers that heighten their power. When a soul wins the battle, the host dies and the deed is forgiven. The host's soul goes to the world of the winning soul.

My souls were dueling. I didn't know which was winning, but it caused pain, which I needed no more of. Vash left me. He still cared for me, but we are only friends. Yuupan ran away when I couldn't tell him when Vash would return. I wasn't sure he would. Then he did and we were searching for Yuup. I've given up on my little runaway. Someday I may meet him again, but I probably won't know it.

The tale was wrong, my soul won the battle. Now I live as a normal wolfess. I look younger and stronger and feel greater than ever before. Those in my past are forgiven for anything they ever may have done. My revised version of the Turkaw is true, but it no longer matters. I am free of two extra souls and may they carry on however they feel.

Angels that do wrongly are sent to Veltrose to live in the body of a mortal. The mortal born at the moment the deed was done becomes the host. However, for this rare thing to occur, a demon must perform a good deed at the same exact time. The three souls fuse together and battle for power. The host soul rarely wins. The ethereal souls duel for control and have triggers that heighten their power. For the host's soul to win the battle, they must have the blessings of the gods and the curse of the demons, they must allow themselves to lead a normal life in spite of the duel. By doing so, the host proves his or herself stronger and the dwell peacefully from then on. The angel and demon are exhumed from the body and remain in limbo from then unto eternity.