Status: HOLD.
Sink.
I was born into a world that I sometimes hated, the rituals, the meetings, the war-most of all- who I was and what I was.
It was never like this, as a child I was happy. I would run freely, I would laugh and I would play; until the day I saw my mother murdered. I saw her throat ripped from her very being, I saw her hand reach out to me as if to tell me- everything will be okay.
It wasn't- I wasn't.
I changed from that day on and today was my 18th birthday, my father wanted me so desperately to find my other half - my mate. But I doubted it would ever happen, how ever when it did happen it felt like a slap in the face.
It was never like this, as a child I was happy. I would run freely, I would laugh and I would play; until the day I saw my mother murdered. I saw her throat ripped from her very being, I saw her hand reach out to me as if to tell me- everything will be okay.
It wasn't- I wasn't.
I changed from that day on and today was my 18th birthday, my father wanted me so desperately to find my other half - my mate. But I doubted it would ever happen, how ever when it did happen it felt like a slap in the face.