"It was . . . very peaceful, for awhile." Aurion began. "Besides Glaive your the only one I've ever told about my past. Where to start?" Aurion stroked his chin as he thought about the numerous events that transpired in his past.<br/>"I guess I'll begin with my parents. My mother was an elf and my father was a beastial. I'm not sure of how things work in your world, or even what lies in your world for that matter, but it's taboo for an elf to be engaged with a beastial. Not only because we are at war, but also because it is against tradition and our customs. But in spite of all this my mother loved my father, and he loved her in return. They met each other in secret each night and it wasn't long before she became pregnant with me. It seemed like things would turn out alright for the two of them. However, life isn't that easy. She was found out by my people and to say that they were outraged is an understatement. Before things got worse, my mother and father fled deep into the woods to live together privately and peacefully. There my father built the cottage . . ." Aurion's words trailed off at remembering the destruction of the only home he had left. Now the only thing that he had left of his mother and father was a pile of rubble. He wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt and gave the excuse that a bug flew in them.<br/><br/>"Anyways when it was finished I was born a few days later. My life was simple and happy. Though I had no friends or extended family members that I knew of, I was content and joyful just to have my parents by my side. I never thought it odd that my parents looked different from one another or why I never saw any other families. I was naive and ignorant as most children are. Unfortunately, seven years later, the paradise I knew and loved was shattered. Somehow a group of elves found our hideaway. I was at first happy to see people for the first time, then it turned to curiosity as to why I never saw them before. Which quickly turned to fear at seeing their angry faces and then confusion when they attacked our cottage and arrested my mother and I. My father had gone out hunting earlier that day and was not present. The strangers took us to the elven capital where we were imprisoned. I had never before seen so many of my people before. However, they did not share my bewilderment. Instead they greeted me with eyes of disgust and contempt. Some hid their faces and others spit on me and my mother. I didn't understand why. We didn't do anything wrong yet they hated us so. Later, inside our separate cells my mother told me everything there was to tell. That's when I noticed that unlike the others I bore the tail of a fox. A trait that was given by my father, it was also the mark of my parent's sin. A mark that could never be removed, and one that I carried alone." Aurion paused as he lingered on the thought and took a quick glance at his tail that danced and swayed behind him. As if mocking him.<br/><br/>"I never blamed my parents or hated them nor did I despise my brethren for mistreating me. I was taught as a child that there is a purpose behind everything in life and that The Diety has a reason for us all, even if we ourselves don't understand it. I accepted this as truth. The following morning we were scheduled for execution by beheading. As you probably guessed by now I made it out alive, but my mother wasn't so fortunate. I was rescued by a stranger with no name. He took me under his wing and taught me how to defend myself, use magic, and the skills I needed to survive on my own. He was my mentor and my friend. I learned a great deal from him, but the most important thing he taught me were the Seven Laws. I tried to follow them with the best of my abilities, but there came a time where I was forced to break one. Knowing this I feared to return to my mentor and so banished myself until I am able to make amends and redeem myself of my sins. That is when I stumbled upon your group."<br/><br/>"So now you know. But that's enough about me. I'd rather hear about you."<br/><br/>(( Sugar honey ice tea! This is a long post. Why can't I ever make my background stories short, sweet, and to the point like Akiada? ))