….All tales start at the beginning, this is no exception….
Story contains gore. Really not that bad though, I should hope =P
For me if started one cold cruel winter's night, when I was born. Well- we were born, my sister and I that is. Our mother was an angel, well not literally but her hide was snowy white with autumn colours and she was a gentle and as delicate as soft snow and I'm not ashamed to admit, I loved my mother, we both did. Our father on the other paw…. Cruel, heartless, merciless. His small black heart knew nothing other than hatred loathing and sin. I was son to the most powerful being known, the great dark lord himself, Satan. I dared not even look at him, hell no, who could look into the very eyes of the dark lord himself? The Dark one is a shape shifter, the god of the darker side and king of sin and evil. He usually appears in the form of that he chooses and can easily possess the weak minded and confused. Tales as old as time tell of him, in man books he often appears as being half man half goat or as a dark serpent. When he took my mother, he was of course in the bodily form of a great canine. That was how I came to be and my mother had pups forced unto her. Of course, He likes nothing more than to torture the innocent and pure. For many months we squirmed and kicked in her womb, causing her splitting agony from the inside over the incredibley long pregnancy, for such evil takes time to brew. Giving birth to the spawn of the devil is shear agony, I shudder, knowing what our mother had to endure over hours.
We were unwanted, we were little daemons, bad blood for sure and we hurt her…yet she loved us. She lay, exhausted and barely alive after the ordeal and licked our damp coats. It was expected for her to die, though her determination to live, for us, helped her cling to the world of the living, but only just. Her kindness softened our little black daemon hearts and we were content. Our mother raised us until we were weaned, …and then it happened…He returned…
The sky clouded over and all was cast into shadow, the dark heavens swirled and thundered angrily and the temperature dropped until our breathe could be seen in the air. Out of the darkness…he emerged. The Dark Lord himself. A huge towering silhouette of ebony. His deathly sharp metal spines and armor adornments caught the dim light and glimmered threateningly. Ravens flew overhead, cawing out doom for all to hear. He got closer and closer…and our hearts pounded in our chests as we cowered in the back of our den, helpless and completely consumed by fear. The creature let loose a tearing growl that shook the very earth and make the stones tremble in his wake. As he got nearer and nearer the smell of smoke was clear in the air and we could see it rising into the air above the beast's head. As he walked, he created a soft metallic clinking noise and her mighty taloned paws beat the ground in a deathly rhythm.
Our mother's blood curdling scream still echoes in my mind today….and oh…he didn't just kill her..lord no. He tore her to pieces, our mothers very entrails splattered the walls of our cavern as he massacred her with total ease and almighty power. He then turned upon my sister, and I was to fear stricken and shocked to do anything but watch all this go on. My limbs had seized up and I was totally helpless. With a deep roaring hollow sadistic laugh the beast seized the little pup, his own creation and with huge ebony hooked talons pulled her eyes clean from their sockets. Dropping her squirming screaming little body, he advanced towards me. My strength had completely left me, but… somehow…I managed to turn as though to run away, though in vain. With bloody talons he was upon me in a heartbeat, he raked my hind leg, tearing through the sinew, down to the bone, I howled in agony. These great ebony sickle like claws were raised to my face and they slashed at my eyes I howled again…the fear and pain I can find no word to describe. However, he seemed to change his mind…instead of tearing my eyes from my skull, he dropped me, and I hit the ground hard. He had interest in me, but not my sister, for females are pathetic and weak and only here for our pleasure…her taught me that himself…In the while I stayed with my 'Master' he corrupted my mind beyond repair, he destroyed how my mother had raised me and planted a seed inside my head. I grew stronger under his reign and he recognized me as a servant, not a son, this angered me above all and he could sense my rage and built it inside me, for rage and hatred makes you stronger. It accumulated inside me, his loyal servant, I could no longer feel pain and in it's place I had a lust for sin…Oh the massacres, the screams and wails..those deeds stick in my head always…but I can't even remember what happened after..in fact…I don't even think it was me…All I know is that the whole world seemed to shake and thunder as his mighty body crashed down into the dirt, his black inky blood soaked my coat. The Dark Lord was destroyed In that instant my mind swirled as I was released from his slavery....memories blurred and became nothing…Sometimes I wonder if my past was all but a dream.... When I woke I was in another place in a brook by a river and it was daylight. I looked at myself in it's slow flowing calm waters…the brown figure below looked back at me with confusion.. NOIR

The woods I came across were eerily dark and hardly any sunlight penetrated them. These woods lured me into their inky depths. I was surprised to find these words were occupied by a pack. The Noir pack owned these lands and I had stumbled into their territory. I was soon greeted by the Alpha, a Vampire by the name of Scar with his mate a shackled ghost by the name of Tourniquet. I was accepted into their ranks and I became one of them. Many seasons passed and battles and thoughts raged in my confused mind, accumulating and getting harder to push back. I took long breaks from the pack to gather myself, and what I did one day I will always regret. I hunted and killed a Zafara by the name of Gazer whilst he and his 'mate' spent the day together. With his neck in-between my jaws, his life slipped away before his lover, Kaeley's eyes. As he died I was bound by a powerful curse as punishment for what I had done.

His wounds inflicted by my attack were now mine to share and will never heal, forever will these cursed wounds bleed and ache, forever will my paw be broken and these heavy shackles bind my ankles. Now I was just like Tourniquet, I had made the same mistake and now I was cursed and shackled always..yet I was fortunate…I still had my life..
With evil swallowing me whole I did a lot of things I never thought I would. I deliberately nearly murdered my dearest companion Sky, I took a snowy female by the name of Hyouden against her will, who already had a mate and young pups, I lied and I betrayed them all. I tore apart that pack until it was no more and I barely was able to escape with my life as the pack angrily hunted me down and I was almost killed at the alphaess' paws. Weak, and cursed for life I lopped away to find another place.

Flaming Abyss

After spending further pained months in solitude I came across a Divided Forest where two packs lived in harmony, separated by a river. I was accepted by the pack Flaming Abyss…and as I watched the others play and converse I came to realize just how much I had changed, I felt alone. And for the first time, saddened. I didn't stay there too long, feeling no sense of belonging, I moved on.

Spending most of my life totally alone I wandered aimlessly. Killing here and there whenever the urge took me, but I was no longer totally consumed by evil…that old rage had left me, but so had everything else. Unexpectedly one dark night..so many miles away from where I last layed my eyes upon her…I met Tourniquet once more…she was alone, like I. I cared little what had happened to Scar or anyone else for that matter. We conversed and it was then it struck me how beautiful she was, with the rage I'd known gone from her face I could see what Scar saw in her. Her charm and attractive ghostly slender body…of course I couldn't help myself, being who I am. As a result of the sinful deed I did that night, poor Tourni was in my mother's situation and Rhin was born, my son. Of course, I wasn't there for much of Rhin's childhood and it was the forgiving Scar and Tourni that raised my son.
My story comes to an end a few years or so later…My pitiful life was taken by a Lycanthrope, one of the many servants the Dark Lord heir of my father, my half brother commands. That fateful night, forever cursed and wounded I still put up a hellish fight against the towering lycaness. I was murdered by her doing but quite fortunately for my dignity my body was carried downstream in a river so she was unable to bring my head back to present to the Dark Lord who had ordered my death.
Some Souls return to the land of the living...some go to Heaven, and others to hell. As for me, I'm still in limbo until my fate is decided. Hell seems the obvious outcome for a brute like me but that is up to the Reaper to decide…