(I will build a proper character sheet when I get to a computer)<br/><br/>The soul of  this world was built upon a long time grudge between the dark and the light. Arken was part of one of few that were beginning to pull away fro the puppet masters that created them. The selfishness of the powers that wanted to rule the world were beginning to lose their own creations to their own beliefs and wants. His kind was one of very few that were gaining their own foot hold in this world and to build their lives for the betterment of their future. It was not an easy transition and the world was divided straight in two. When one side created a being, the other created one similar to it. Every race was the same way built from the greed of the world above and the world below.<br/><br/>Arken was fashioned after the lycanthrope genome that had been brought upon the world forth by the agents of the dark. his kind was much more reptilian, more modeled after a crocodile, and less likely to change under the influence of the moon. They had learned over time to harness their power. They were still suceptable to the more primitive minds of their counterparts. Either way, they had shed off the influences of living for the higher powers. They were now fighting for their own lives and found themselve in competition with creatures of the night and that brought them to the head on meeting they were engaged in now. It had many months since they began to notice that things were not right in their ability to hunt. Things seemed overly drawn upon only because there were two strong worlds competing in it.<br/><br/>They had set up a search party for the night to try and figure out who they were dealing with. Things took a turn for the worse when one of their scouts was beginning to be chased down by the demons of the night. His search group was only three people and with the one being chased, that meant only two were able to act. Keeping to the shadows, they followed the hunters that were chasing a member of their group. It was odd to chase something so silent and stealthy in the dark and it gave him a fair bit of trouble to keep up. The only thing they could count on was following their smallest member as he was chased through the trees.<br/><br/>Arken cursed as they continued to make their way through the trees. Looking to Revin, Arken gave his partner a signal for them to split up. it was the only way to keep up on this elusive hunter that was after their friend. He watched as things seemed to unfold in the other being's hands as the smallest of their group found himself encircled by these creatures. Even as the hunters came into view, he was still at a loss for what they could possibly be. There was nothing living about them and their pale complexion. They were very mysterious creatures but their deadly gaze upon their kind was almost a lust for blood. He could not  let them harm one of his own but he also noticed that they were aware that they were there. Without much other thought, he drew his blade and stepped out from the shadows to confront the hunters.<br/><br/>"Let him go... you don't want to start a war with a kind you just met. Especially one that you could negotiate and benefit from." Arken said sternly as he looked to the hunters before him. He could almost feel the connection they had to their puppet masters and it was almost sickening to feel that they relied on it. It was what was driving them in this moment and it was not something he had hoped to encounter. He kept his blade firmly in his hands as he had to hold back his change in this moment. It felt something was not right and wanted to be out to protect itself. Arken bit his tongue to put the beast in its place as he awaited an answer.