I was born as most are. To a pack. I had a mother and father and siblings. There names however are lost to me. The only tiny detail I remember is there forms. Odd it seems I would remember that, but I do. Any how I was born as most are but my up bringing was different. Due to my odd markings I was see as a hope. Our pack at the time had been in some kind of trouble they called the dark times. They seemed to think that it was caused by the gods. So there for they seen me as a gift form the gods. I was pampered as a child and spoiled. But I did not behave as normal pips would. I had a deep fascination with the darker things in life. I would constantly sit and gaze at a sufferings animal rather then attempt to kill it. But seeing as I was there gift this was all excused as a child's curiosity. Oh how wrong were they.

It was around the time I was a teenager. I was out wandering around the packs territory taking in the world with childish enthusiasm when I came upon a strange being. He was very large compared to those in my pack. His pelt was pure ebon with only the slightest hint of mahogany stripes. His eyes were the most fascinating things I had ever seen. Hallow. Deep white pools of nothing and yet everything.

Hello my child" he had said to me in the most charming voice.

He had explained to me that he was a soul collector. Being a naive little thing I immediately accepted his offer to join his rank when it was purposed. He said I wasn't ready to fallow him yet so he left this mark on me until it was time to join him.

After a merrily pranced him not thinking that there was a inky black print on my thigh.
My pack soon noticed and immediately the elders banished me not even giving an explanation. My parents pleaded with them to let me stay. The conditions of this was that I was to be a prisoner. My lavish life was traded for that of one in a small dark cell hallowed out of an over grown oak. I did not mind this really. That is until they began to perform spiritual ceremonies on me. Constantly lashing at me with a thorn vine and cursing at me that I was evils child. Torture it was. And all the time I awaited for my dark leader to come for me.

Adulthood came and still I was confined to my cell. Insanity had taken over. Or should I say I merely became who I was meant to be. For what is sanity and not. I knew I was insane so what does that make me but truly sane. At any rate I was not as other were. My mark had gone years before but still they named be of the dark. I hated them and there false gods. I hated them with every boiling vain in my body.

I would constantly attack those who came to bring me nourishment or come to peer through the only small opening they called a -blocked- I wanted to destroy them. But I was weak and frail form not eating enough. So the task was very implausible. I was trapped for a few more years until one night when I was close to death. I had left my body (As is my ability) and was traveling my dream world which was nothing but an inky blackness, when he came.

Ninniach" He had said to me "The time has come to join me if your till wish"