Name: Mikaelse (Mika for short)<br/>Age: 19<br/>Race: elf shape shifter.<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2009/356/2/6/Elf_Prince_by_sakimichan.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>SSoftly the breezy wofted through the soft white fur water dripping from his chin and sun warming his newly cleaned form. Claws dug through the sand as it made its faint yips and yelps through the sorting and sharpening process. Mika smiled a lone wolfs devilish grin, his true form taking over leaving him to stand arms out wide soaking up the heat andsmell of the ocean before him. this was his kingdom... or so it was to him. An hour passed before he forced himself to leave the beauty of the vast sea sretching out before him for miles.<br/><br/>The trip to the village was slow and long leaving him slightly winded here and there, he had been sick previous to this adventure his body was still in the recovery process. He hoped on rocks and jumped over branches through the forest he traveled humming his favorite songs and chatting with the animals scattered along the path. Sometimes changing to a squirel where he  could climb the trees and play with the chipmunkis. His happy go lucky expression giving hope and life to the surrounding forest with each step he took.<br/><br/>Up a head something caught his eye... it was someone... someone injured... he ran as fast as he could making it just in time to catch the limp fallen person. Only a few strides from his home town. He looked down upon the man in his arms, he was weak and injured. Mika nodded knowing what had to be done and allowed his body to shift to that of a white stallon, his injured rider safely atop his back. Walking with gentle slow step Mika made his way through the town checking on his rider here and there to make sure he was ok. water still dripped from his mane and his fur damp.