<span style="font-style: italic">There was a long time ago a young prince born to a ruler of great power. The king who was ruling was not a nice man and one day pissed off the sorceress who was a woman of great power. The sorceress took the man's infant son taking him with her far, far away. To give the boy the lifespan of herself she "blessed" him with a spell. By day one way by night another. She "blessed" the boy and raised him as her own.<br/><br/>The day came when the boy's father and his men located the sorceress. It was during the night when they came. Seeing only a wolf and they soon chased it off. The king not realizing it was his lost son. The boy watched in horror as his father murdered the woman he thought his mother. Ages past and it is the modern day world. He was traveling and was the age nineteen by normal lifespan standards. He never forgave the wicked man for murdering his mother.<br/><br/>In any case he is injured one day in his human form. However, a young woman happens upon the man when he is in wolven form. His body having suffered trauma is stuck in that form. over time he will be able to turn human again for a slowly increasing period of time. the woman decides to keep the wolf with her after the injured wolf protects her from a murderer even while it was still very injured.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Seventeen years and some odd days prior.....</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">The king was over joyed and delighted as his wife bore him yet another child. The boy was beautiful and blessed with unearthly beauty. The powerful sorceress came to see the childs blessing yet the king himself was not a nice man. He saw the woman he believed a damn begger woman and he rudely addresses her. "Street scum?! What the fuck is street scum doing in my home?! Get the hell out you dispicable creature!" He scowls and summons the guards. The woman in a creaky old voice yells to the man. "YOU WILL RUE THE DAY YOU TREATED ME THIS WAY!!!!!!" She was then roughly thrown out.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Later that night.......</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Natalie growled and was not happy. Not happy in the slightest. That man had been spiteful and now she would make him pay. Take from him that which had brought him great joy...that newborn baby. She would raise the infant all on her own. She snuck in the infants window in the form of an owl. Shifting back to her human form and knocks out the infants guards with a magic spell to make them sleep. Picking up the infant and vanishes out the window with child in tow.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Seventeen eras later...modern day...</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/pictures/Acceptance.png">[ img ]</a><br/>Born as: Martin Devonis<br/>Raised as: Brian O'riley<br/>17 (normal life span years)<br/><br/>Brian was running around. Half dressed as his shirt had gotten ripped and torn beyond repair. He was running from people who thought him some form of evil. He was not evil. No evil was the men who murdered his beautiful mother in cold blood. Evil was the men who chased him off with threats of killing him. He could not let that go. Sure it had been many centuries since then and the monster with his men were long gone but...it cut him deep. The day was growing late and the further he ran the more tired he was getting.<br/><br/>Then with a loud bang that sounded through the night air, he felt warmth at his side. It was bleeding from the bullet that had shot through him. What felt like minutes later he was staggering along in his wolven form. Whining as the pain was extreme. The men who chased him thought him drowned from the injury. He made them think that by jumping off a cliff into a river below. Following the current and ended up turning into his wolf form. Half dragging and half pulling his exhausted, injured, and frightened wolven from up out of the river. Whining as he ended up collapsing outside, in the front yard, of a woman's door. A loud howl of pain escaped his lips as he fell down panting. Still bleeding from the gunshot wound.