You woke up to the sounds of what sounded like pained cries and panting. You couldn’t see anything but you felt so weak and feeble.
“It’s come out! It looks healthy, quickly, let’s get out of here before they capture any more of us!” You hear a gruff voice close to you shout out.
You feel yourself wrapped up in what felt like cloth as you are lifted with with seemed like two arms. You feel lots of movement, the person carrying you was likely running, as well as what sounded like several other people.
A loud crash, sounding like the collapse of multiple buildings from nearby startles you, making you instinctively cry as you feel an intense heat around you.
The person carrying you tries to gently coax you to be silence, but you can’t help but cry as you hear a loud boom, and what sounded like swords clashing around you.
The person carrying you moves closer to the sounds of combat, letting you hear more yelling and screaming as it felt like you were in the middle of a battlefield.
After what felt like hours of constant screaming, explosions, and death, the noise of battle slowly fades away, now your feeble ears could hear more clearly. The person carrying you was now in a forest, judging by the constant snapping of leaves and twigs, with several other people following close behind.
In the solace, your new born mind, although mostly wiped clean of any prior memories or experience, hears a voice, one so familiar yet also so distant.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you upfront, but... after the Overseer of Serra had died, the world was gone into war. Dozens of new Gods are fighting for supremacy in order to fill in the now vacant position of Overseer and without any more souls entering the world, it would eventually collapse. Once again, I apologize, but now all I can say is be careful, it’s a dangerous world out here.”
The voice fades away along with your consciousness, as you fall asleep, the sounds of the forest forming a melody to stir you asleep...
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More hours pass, and the light of the fresh morning sun, finally awakens you. For the first time, your newborn eyes, coated with eye wax , open for the first time, allowing you to see, abeit blurredly for the first time. The corners of your vision were surrounded by a coat of thin wispy gray fur , and between your eyes you saw a wolffish muzzle tipped with a black nose. Above you, you saw the winding leaves of a forest around you, the sun illuminating the world with a pure light.
Cradling you with both arms, was an adult wolf creature with a sleek coat of black fur and and a strong muscular body, the body of a warrior. A long scar flows from the tip of his nose down to his chest, ending just above the waist.
Noticing you were the wolf, contorted his muzzle in a strange way, making a strange expression, an expression you would later learn to be called smiling.
The smile quickly faded, and replacing it was a determined look, one filled with a lust for vengeance.
“Your mother is still in recovery after your birth my newborn pup, they casted us away for fear of our way of life. Never forget the fear and anguish many of our family had to suffer for them to survive little one. The gods themselves are at war with each other and they use us as pawns for their games. Do not worry though little one, you will grow up strong, just like the rest of us.
You don’t understand any of the words your father said and instead slowly drift back into sleep.
“Rest now, little one.” You hear your father say.
You grow older along with your family now being called Ferro Burkruff, growing up in a nomadic tribe of Wolfkin that traveled the continent, avoiding civilization and man alike. Your family is a small one, comprised only of your parents, a handful of aunts and uncles, and only a couple of cousins your age.
As you grow, your family teaches you the spiritual magics of shamanism, although they teach you a darker version than you might of expected. An ancient variation of soul magic whose dark power was the very reason why your family was cast out and nearly slaughtered in the first place. You also learn your family’s as way of life as well, learning you how to hunt and survive in the wilds as well as of the civilized world, although you’ve never seen it.
Your life became just like any other’s in the world of Serra, with a fair share of happy and bad memories, proud and embarrassing memories, such as the time you went fishing and came back covered head to paw with leeches or the time when your father had to you to health after eating poison ivy.
Yet it all changed one day, while fishing by yourself by a riverside, a voice so familiar beckons you to the opposite river bed. At first you resist the voice’s call, but then you find yourself swimming across the river, and then a flash of light so bright you thought that you might go blind.
When your eyes recover you find yourself in...