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- Nov 9, 2014
Blood pounded in his ears as he ran, something, he was being chased. All he could remember was a severe pain in his leg, a 'crack' sound and him falling. He was them grabbed up and chained in the back of what he assumed was a train, by the sound of it. The steam powered engine hurt his ears. He was quite a long ways from home he had imagined, taken to a lab, studied. It wasn't until he sprung his escape that he was sure his life was over. Something wizzed past his head and slammed into a tree. Looking at it he could tell it was a cross-bow bolt and that it had some type of shiney liquid on it's tip. "What did I ever do to you?" He shouted, running away from the men that were chasing him. The men were fully armed, seemingly in some type of metal armor, also slicked in the same shiney residue. Damien panted and quickly rounded around a tree, pressing his back into it. He saw a small ravine and decided that death would be better than this madness. Studied for about 4 years, he was done. He bolted towards the cliff and dove off of it straight into the dark depths of the river below. Soon he was swept with the current, forced under it by the undertow. He thought his life was completely over as the blackness overtook his vision. Little did the boy with white hair know, he had washed up on land that he had once belonged to before his pack moved to a new location. Now, away from his home, with no where to go, he would wander. As he hit the water he had crashed against some of the rocks below, causing him to be knocked unconscious for a short period of time. He soon washed up on shore and attempted to stand. He had a concussion and it was making it incredibly difficult to walk. He managed a couple of steps, panting softly. He was hungry, dazed, and scared. Soon he found himself leaning with his hand against a tree, panting and wishing he knew where he was. His vision swirled and down he went, into the leaves under the tree. He was dressed in rags, whatever the scientists could afford to dress him in.
He still had his families crest hanging from his neck on a gold chain, it bore the crest of the one that was hunted viciously in these lands. He panted softly and attempted to push himself from the ground but only collapsed once more. In the last bit of strength, he was able to roll onto his back before passing out. His white hair caressed over his face, a small black streak slid just above his nose. His cheek length hair plastered against his face. Soft blue eyes were hidden behind heavy lids and he struggled to breathe properly. His lungs had filled with water and he was slowly edging towards the dark abyss that he had once crawled out of, or so people said. With a couple of shallow breaths, the young 15 year old boy, scared and alone, attempted to let himself fade and end the pain that burned in his lungs, and his head.
He still had his families crest hanging from his neck on a gold chain, it bore the crest of the one that was hunted viciously in these lands. He panted softly and attempted to push himself from the ground but only collapsed once more. In the last bit of strength, he was able to roll onto his back before passing out. His white hair caressed over his face, a small black streak slid just above his nose. His cheek length hair plastered against his face. Soft blue eyes were hidden behind heavy lids and he struggled to breathe properly. His lungs had filled with water and he was slowly edging towards the dark abyss that he had once crawled out of, or so people said. With a couple of shallow breaths, the young 15 year old boy, scared and alone, attempted to let himself fade and end the pain that burned in his lungs, and his head.