Waking slowly Shinji examined the area around him. "Well here we go again," he mumbled to himself as he picked himself off the ground and dusted the snowflakes off his pants. Looking around he was in his master's realm once again. Everything around him had a grey tint to it. Everywhere he looked there were signs of a freshly fallen snow. The cold here never bothered him, it was never suppose to bother anyone who the master called to enter his realm. Looking up he saw the White Wolf standing over him, his arms were crossed, his large wings were folded against his back. Shinji smiled and offered subservience to his master. It was hard to tell if his master was ever please, but Shinji had gotten used to that, knowing that there was only two reasons he would be brought directly to the Master. Shinji only hoped that this time he had not displeased him.<br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Rise, my chosen."</span>The White Wolf spoke, when he did it felt like icicles were running through his skin, keeping him on his knees for a moment in agony.<br/>When he was able to rise and look the White Wolf gave him was of amusement.<span style="color: #0080FF">"I want you to join with a group of knights who are fighting against a greater evil that is covering the world. Fight with the knights, protect them. Gather the bitten. I will be please."</span>With that the White Wolf unfolded his wings and leaped up into the sky flying over the archway at the end of the clearing.<br/>Looking around Shinji noticed that the portal out of the realm had not yet appeared. He noticed as he always did his tomb stone with a wolf head laying over it. Surprisingly it did not bother him like it had in the past. He walked up to the tomb stone and touched it, the stone was cold as was the wolves head. Suddenly the wolves head snapped at Shinji, catching his right hand in its fangs. Shinji let out a scream as pain beyond what he had felt before raced up his arm, and down to his foot, the mark he had felt as if it was growing and moving inside him. It felt as if it was joyful in the additional strength of the wolf.<br/>The pain grew in his right side till he was unable to stay conscious.<br/>When he awoke a few hours later he found himself surrounded by woods. He was not to deep in the woods as he could see a clearing  not to far from where he had landed, thankfully he had fallen on his right side so he did not need to worry about broken bones or blood. Standing up he took stock of his surroundings, his blade had landed next to him and was unbroken. Smiling he set that back in it scabbard. It rested on his lower back, making it easy to draw his sword and  returning it. The h had also learned made it much easier to get through doors as all he would need to do would be to move forward. Turning to face the clearing he sighed and walked forward not knowing what to expect or find further forward.<br/>He wore a chain coat, with flack armor on his left arm and left leg, under the armor he had combat pants and matching shirt. He had on combat boots that went up to the middle of his calf. Over all of this he had a large flowing cloak with a hood that he pooled over his head to put his face in shadow, and to cover most of his claymore. As with habit with his cloak on he pulled his claymore to his side and rested his hand on the hilt. He had the physique of someone used to hard work, if he did not have the cloak on he would look very much ex-military. Even his long hair was combed and tied tightly at the nape of his neck. He stood at the clearing observing the area around him, analyzing the large home in the middle of the clearing, his sensitive ears telling him that there was several people in the house, and his nose picked up the scent of the owner vampire, a couple humans, something strange yet familiar, and a young girl who smelled like the animals. Taking a deep breath he walked up to the house and used his right hand to knock on the door, loud enough to be heard through the house.