ok some (ok alot of these) will be from my character's point of view. so were I go.
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My life has always been like a game to me. Life for a slycan has always been a little different.
For me and my twin sister, we where born different. From the waist up we would look like normal lycans. werewolves for those who don't know. But from the waist down...we where more serpentine, more a lupine naga then pureblood.
Our parents at the time would fight and argue all the time, all because of how we were. Mother would say we were just special and had nothing to worry about. scyilla, our adopted sister, would joke that if we had another pup in the family that they wouldn't leave us alone. lyca (pronounced: lie-sa or lie-ca) would play with me when no one else would.
Now you may ask: why would no one play with you? you sound nice enough. Here's the thing...I'm calm right now and back then (and up to this day) I had...unsavory habits. Unsavory enough to put off even the most riged of betas.
For you see, I have sort of a blood and blade...um...thing. I couldn't help the fact that I liked the taste of it. The way it would flow out of some one's wound and the smell...oh the smell of it always calmed me so.
And in that, most whould ever come near me without cuation, well execpt for my sisters and mother.
As I came to the age of around, about 5 I think? yeah, ryu was born about 2 years earlyer. That's when my father finaly snapped.
Now father never really liked us to begin with. He snarled at us when ever we walked,..well slithered, into the same room he was in. and the fact that he would intanly fire his weapons in our direction was alittle unsettleing to begin with.
So one night, he finally He finally up and lost it. I was in the kitchen at the time looking for something to eat, when I heard him walk in.
"you've caused my life enough misarsiy for one day to long." I was already mortified, even though I already had a knife in my hand to begin with. I didn't have any idea what he was talking about. he had never actually hit us. But then again, he did always shoot at us...especaly me.
He clamped his hands around my throut, my windpipe closing. "Daddy! Stop it please!" I managed to choke out, but he only clamped harder. I was loosing consusness quickly, so I did the only thing I knew to do...I stabed him...stabed him in the heart. He let go, his body going limp on the floor. The smell of blood filling the air, I got out of there faster then I could ever thought I could and waited for the morning.
It came quickly, and so did the elders. They saw the blood of the man who tryed to kill me matted in my fur. They demaned I be sent to a insane asylum for my actions. The heads of all the rankings: alpha though omega diliberated on the disision. scyilla, lyca and my baby sister, who had had just started geting to know me, didn't want me to go.
It took days for them to dicide on my sentence...so they finally decied....
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HAHA! CHIFFHANGER GALORE!
I'll get back to this soon I promise ^^;
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