<a class="username" data-user-id="414" data-username="@Ziicruthz" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/414/">@Ziicruthz</a><br/><br/><br/>No one really understood the tremendous amount of pressure that rested on Isabelle’s petite shoulders since the night she entered the world, not even her parents Chief RedSun and his wife Willow. It was Willow who first knew of the prophecy that loomed over her unborn child. In a dream the god Asgaya Gigagei appeared in front of her and touched her forehead, She heard his voice thunder over her in both the male and female form:<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">When the darkness comes, the dreamer will wake.<br/>
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The Earth and Sky shall unite and set ablaze the shadows in the night.<br/>
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It is not a left or a right, but rather to go forward one must go backwards.<br/>
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When the Sun rises the blood will spill.​</div><br/>It was unusual for the healing god to bring forth such a foreboding prophecy. Willow opened her eyes to find herself drench in sweat. She rubbed her belly, that which had just began to show signs of a new life and the tears streamed down her face. Her husband and she were trying to produce an heir for so many years and now that she was pregnant, things looked grim. She didn’t want to wake her husband and quietly slipped out of bed instantly following the rays of dawn that seeped through their window. Outside the Sun shined down own her like a mother with open arms. She breathed in deeply, closed her eyes and basked in the sun light for several moments. Only after her cheeks were dried did a gentle breeze brush upon them as if she were being kissed and she heard a nurturing voice say:<br/><br/>Willow, fear not, my child. Inside of you is the greatest hope for your people. She has been twice blessed by Asgaya Gigagei and myself. Do not fear what the future holds for your little one. Teach her well and she will know which path to take.<br/><br/>Willow smiled and cried tears of joy before she broke into a dance to thank the goddess for her blessing. When the chief awoke, she told him what the two deities had relayed and though she could tell that her husband received the news with a heavy heart, he knew that all they could do as parents was to guide her the best they could and prepare her.<br/><br/><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fpantunmelayu.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2016%2F09%2Fpantun-matahari.jpg&amp;hash=ebe2d4fd065e18ea4c2884287f38ceb8" href="http://pantunmelayu.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/pantun-matahari.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Isabella</a>begin her apprenticeship as a shaman at the age of ten, or rather she was supposed to start her apprenticeship but she was beyond a beginner then.  At first every one of her peers envied her and attributed Isabella’s rapid growth to the fact that her mother Willow was the pack’s and tribe’s lead healer. It wasn’t until one day while the children were playing out in the open cornfields that folks began to realize she was no ordinary girl. Isabella began to seize, her body shaking violently, her eyes rolled in exposing the white and she floated three inches off the ground. The whole ordeal lasted just a few seconds but for Isabella it had been days.<br/><br/>Isabella explained to her concerned parents that she had heard a boy’s voice call out to her and that he had asked her to follow him. She didn’t want to but she was compelled too. She spoke of a cobblestone path shrouded in darkness and fog with nothing to light the way. She told her parents that the first steps were easy and normal until she reached a three prong fork in the road. Waiting for her there was a wolf pup whose eyes burrowed deep into her soul before taking off in a direction.  She didn’t follow it, she chose to stay where she was and after five minutes thunders struck her dead.<br/><br/>That was the day she learned about the prophecy and that was the day she also learned about her true identities. Isabella like all members of her tribe were wolves. Some called them skin walkers, some called them werewolves but there was no changing what she was just like there was no changing what had been foretold. Isabella learned that she would not have her first transformation until she turned sixteen; that was when all the pups matured into adults and went on their first hunts. So she lived with two secrets and two responsibilities.<br/><br/>As the years went by her visions became more and more intense. Sometimes she followed the wolf who wanted her to follow him and sometimes she didn’t. When she did the path always became harder, more difficult to endure, more dangerous to bear on her soul but never were there any deaths. When she chose not to follow the wolf, the path was easy but the death toll was high until she would die herself. Each time Isabella died she felt the pain physically. Each vision took a toll on her more and more that her recovery time grew longer and longer.<br/><br/>Her parents always told her that she had a choice to make when the time came, but that it had to be her choice they could not help her. Isabella secretly hoped that her parents were bluffing, that they just wanted her to grow up to take the leadership if needed, but she could never escaped her visions.  They were too real and too raw to ever dismiss. Though at one point in her early teens, she did considered getting checked out for any sort of neurological disorder. She was sure there had to be a scientific reason to why she slipped in and out of the visions. When the tests came back negative, she decided not to pursue any further explanations. She chose to fully embrace herself.<br/><br/>As she grew older she began to fall into the roles that she was expected to fill but she never begrudged them, not even the role of a savior. She loved her people and was coming to terms that she had her part to play. Her visions became journeys that she would take and the wolf pup grew up alongside her so much so that sometimes she walked side by side him in<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fdoseng.org%2Fuploads%2Fposts%2F2009-10%2F1256321430_white_wolf98_1600s1200.jpg&amp;hash=d33cb7115fd077862eaf8b84f46d0498" href="http://doseng.org/uploads/posts/2009-10/1256321430_white_wolf98_1600s1200.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">her wolf form</a>too. They’d became familiars. She secretly longed for his presence and his company in her waking hours even when she was surrounded by the males in her tribe. She just never talked about him, the man in her dreams.<br/><br/><br/>Isabella laid in her bed on her right side blushing and trying not to make too much noise in case her parents were pretending to be asleep and waiting to bust her. Her curfew, was three hours ago, even though she was eighteen. It wasn’t always easy being the alpha’s daughter especially when she wanted to just be one of the girls who could hang out around the older boys, more importantly the warriors, after dark. That night she was determined to show everyone that she wasn’t scary or too fragile, that she was just another girl. Isabella snuck out of her room to join<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fimage.ibb.co%2FfnqNoH%2F73_D9_F028_DCE385_E4_E124_F3893_FCB76823_C51_DA8_E27_BF6_A3_C36_pimgpsh_fullsize_distr.jpg&amp;hash=3e82e8ab7c1aade0f357193ff124fe60" href="https://image.ibb.co/fnqNoH/73_D9_F028_DCE385_E4_E124_F3893_FCB76823_C51_DA8_E27_BF6_A3_C36_pimgpsh_fullsize_distr.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Andrew</a>, one of her father’s warriors and his friends. No one believed that she would actually do it, but she showed up at the town’s hangout spot hanging off Andrew’s muscular arm smiling. She had a wonderful time with the others and afterwards agreed to let him walk her home. The two of them had a good talk which ended with him kissing her on the cheek. It was what he aimed for but at the very last minute she felt guilty and turned her cheek otherwise he would have found her soft nervous lips. The kiss was why she was in bed blushing.<br/><br/><i>The heat of her blushing cheeks were still clinging onto her when she found herself standing at the cobblestone road. She took a deep breath and took a step forward. The darkness seemed to claw at her legs and her arms more so than ever and the fog was so thick that she could not more than a feet in front of her, but she walked the path so much she could walk it blind. He was waiting for her at the fork of the road with his eyes intently glaring at her. She could tell that he was unhappy with her even though no words were exchanged. She smiled and walked toward him and he turned his back towards her and changed into his wolf form trotting off.  She stopped, it felt like a slap to her face,<br/>
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“Hey wait up.” She called after him. “What’s wrong?”<br/>
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“Keep up.” It was all he said.<br/>
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Isabella jogged after him but he disappeared and the fog began to close in on her. She suddenly couldn’t breathe. She began to cough and struggle as brambles shot out of the ground encircling her limbs and began to drag her down under. She fought back, trying to get herself loose. She screamed for help. She screamed for him as the darkness swallowed her and she heard the warning echoing.</i><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">When the darkness comes, the dreamer will wake.<br/>
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The Earth and Sky shall unite and set ablaze the shadows in the night.<br/>
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It is not a left or a right, but rather to go forward one must go backwards.<br/>
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When the Sun rises the blood will spill​</div><br/>She woke up gasping for air, drenched in sweat, clawing up in the air.