It is quite epic. No, really. I was raised by a pack of wolves. Let me step back and explain how this came to happen....
It was a cold winter's night and all was perfect as could be. My family and I were gathered around the fire, singing and being merry as could be. That is until those bastard fiends of the night attacked. Apparently, living on the outskirts of town was an unwise move. Apparently, living there gave those dirty blood-suckers the right to rip down my family. Apparently, being alive was good enough torture for me. Apparently, they wanted me to suffer.
With the blood of my parents and my two older siblings splashed across my face, I watched with tears in my eyes as the vampires left the way they came. Shivering and alone, I knew my end was near.
When I finally came to the next morning, I realized that I was not one with the heavens. Instead, I was surrounded by a black coat of fur and a squirming hoard of balls of fluff who were in the teething state.
At first, I was scared out of my wits. I was in the layer of a female wolf. I was, without a doubt, going to be her pup's dinner. However, when the alpha male appeared and offered me his less than fancy regurgitated food, I knew that I was in good hands... paws.
I moved in with the wolves at the age of eight and I stayed with the pack for a good ten years. It was through them that I learned to hunt and become a man of the wild, a man that needed nothing but the skin on his back and a small bladed weapon.
However, upon my eighteen birthday, my brother, who had grown to be the alpha male, decided it was time I learn who I really am. Walking with me to the city, I was awestruck by the wondrous world of man.
Not wanting to leave, I was faced with a painful decision. I was to leave my wolf brethren and become a part of the human world - the world that I belonged to.
It has been several years since I left the pack. I still keep in touch with them, but I have begun losing the ability to read and understand them. Furthermore, my brother was fallen in a battle, so the pack I once knew... it no longer accepts me.
Needless to say, after discovering my true nature, I went under the wing of a hunter - a hunter that hunted not wolves, but vampires. I sought vengeance on the bloodthirsty thieves that stole my family. I would spend years in solitude with my master learning how to become the most feared hunter in the world so that, one day, I could kill the pack of vampires that killed my family....
And then the guy had to up and die and, in his will, he instructed that I had to go to school. Ugh. So yeah, at school. You know how hard it is to be in school when you never went to school before? I'm like the biggest, dumbest, clutz their is. Gah. Oh well, at least the ladies find me funny.
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