To be born. It should be the start of a new life, hope and …… My birth was nothing like that, is was cut/pulled from my mother’s womb to be sacrificed to some dark entity by the barbarians who had captured my mother from another tribe.
The only thing that stopped them was my odd appearance, curtesy of my father who had been with my mother nine months prior and had left her after a week.
I looked for a better word sacred to them so they saved my life.
This is my beginning.
The next 15 years I would live amongst these nomadic people, it was a hard physical life but I never really felt that I belonged.
In these years my appearance had changed even more, my bald head had 2 small stomps, my skin had a red glow to it and my tail had grown equally to my height.
I was quickly becoming 1 of the finest hunters in the tribe with a feel for stalking my prey, the days away from the tribe, the chase of the prey, that’s what I lived for.
But all this had a downside, the son of the current chief saw me as a danger to his soon to be throne and decided to have me eliminated.
He and his 3 friends waited for me on the next hunting trip and ambushed me. I was quickly defeated and was beaten to an inch of my death. I would have died if not for the fact that a big rhino wandered into the open crossing. He charged the group seeing them as trespassers and chased them away. In the confusion in could escape.
I nurtured myself back to help in the wilderness and decided to take revenge for my wrongdoing. In the months that followed I stalked my new prey, the men who had attacked me and after six months I killed all 4 of them.
I decided to leave and start over fresh and took a boat to the Shackles to try my luck there.
