is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or
control the firm resolve of a determined soul. -Ella
funny the little thing people call “Fate” and “Destiny.”
Ignorant little people trying to make ignorant little excuses
to make their worthless lives seem significant.
There is no such thing as fate and destiny. Those who are more powerful, more oppressing are gods to
those under them. It’s
a never-ending ladder, a horrible chain of power and submission.
If you are not at the top then someone else is as your god.
They can control you, mold you as they see fit, treat you as
they think you deserve, and forget you when you’re no longer
once called me Shaedwyn, the Drifter.
I lived with my family, a sordid group of vagabonds, the
lowest rung of all. We survived by preying on the meek. We, in our own rights, even as humans, were as wolves and
jackals. We scavenged
and hunted our prey with the accuracy of the animals we became.
am a wolf, now… as our “god” struck down our “fate” upon
us. Once human, we
roamed the lands preying on the pathetic… but now we finally
appear as we always were. Issac
DeVane, the art wielding Kaetif that cursed many humans in his time
finally found us. We
were singled out for helping one of our own, Lorelei.
Issac, being Lorelei’s stalker, punished us for using her
“Kaetif gift” for such wretched acts… or so he said.
Taking a few trinkets from the ignorant sheeple is nothing
compared to the identity rape he thrust upon us.
now call me the Crimson Fury; a wolf with the coat of blood and the
appetite to match. This
is my story, the abhorrent
tale of a human turned wolf in a kill or be killed world.