Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161119113716/@comment-27025277-20161121112901

"Well, I quit crying over it after the second century so I promise. I guess the best place to start would be my birth. I was born into a long standing Lycanthrope family, err pack. My grandfather was the alpha who had only one daughter which was my mother. This made me his rightful successor.

Now, my father was not one of the pack. He was a Noxiphilic Vampire. Though this wasn't exactly well looked at by the members of the pack, my grandfather accepted me with open arms.

When the day came dictated by tradition that I should kill him to take my place as Alpha, the whole pack was there to watch the battle. My grandfather was one hell of a challenge, and we went at it for two hours before it happened. I struck the killing blow. That is when my world turned upside down.

Somehow, in that moment, the Vampirism within my blood took effect. It completely changed my beautiful wolf form. And in that moment, my blood lust became so bad, that I ... I fed on the deceased corpse of my grandfather.

My mother looked at me with fear. The people with hatred... I ran. Like I had never ran before... I never went back to my family. I was too embarrassed of the monstrosity I had become. I self loathed and couldn't bare to look at myself for two centuries... I eventually began to try to find ways of parting with one or the other, but eventually I decided to just accept myself for the one of a kind abomination I am." Niklaus regailed his tale of harrowing sorrow, the entire time staring into his flagon.

As promised, he did not shed a tear. He did however look lost. A soul trapped between three worlds. A man who fit in nowhere. Not on earth. Not with Molag Bal. Not with Hircine. And not in Aetherius.