I'm not really sure how it all began….I mean, are any of us really sure of how it all started?

But I knew that I was running….from what? I dunno….but I was….. 18 …. young… relentless…. headin down a highway fulla pain… lookin for a fight… unable to see where I was goin…. and not really in the state of mind to care *chuckles, deepset mahogany eyes sparkling slightly from the within the darkness* Ended up in the wrong part of the woods at the wrong time…… tanglin with somethin I had no business knowin anything about….. come to think of it, still don't know much about it…. and what he made me….. took me right from the headstrong boy that I was and plunged me straight into the twisted path of the storm that rages within me now…… a constant battle between the man and beast within this shell I call a body….. what is it I call myself you ask? Halfbreed… monster…….. abomination… "gifted"… perversion of nature….. fantasy….. all of it's Wolfenkynde….. all of that's me….. 8 feet tall and 600 pounds of half beast half man, with a whole mess of attitude backed by razored talons and double bladed canines….. ready to tear into anything that stood in my way

That helped me out when I was younger…. still learnin what this… "life"… was about….. spendin my time searchin for myself inna body full've hell….. all the while still runnin…. but this time from hunters ready to skin me, carnival side show proprietors wantin to make a buck by addin another freak in a cage… and maybe even myself as well….

Halfway sleepin at night… always with my hackles raised and ready to fight my ground against anythin that came my way….for a time I was content the land called Lothien....

They called me Indominus..... Latin for "savage"

I hung out inna part of the woods surrounding the "city" that allowed me to be what I was without the interference of the rest of the world.... eventually I joined in that world, of course.... was able adapt enough to fit in...or they may have jus gotten used to me

I became a Bounty Hunter... tracked down those that broke the Laws and took them to the Courts for Judgment, as sick and twisted as the Judges may have been... I lead a squad of four, we were the best and most brutal in the entire land.

So I lived the life of a mercenary for a while..... fulla brawls and drinks.... even if I didn't look it..... after a period, like with all stories, I fell in love..... or so I thought. Vaestra was a Sorceress...... powerful, beautiful, headstrong..... we fit together perfectly..... or, again, so I thought. Little did I know my lifestyle was tearing her apart..... coming home from Hunts bleeding or broken in some form or fashion.... too damn volatile for my own good..... she gave me an ultimatum...... choose the way of the Hunters or her

Obviously, I made the wrong choice.

So I left. Lived in the barracks or went back to the woods.... whichever suited me at the time.

Had I known then what I do now, I would've made a drastically different decision.

My Leiutenant, a werelion by the name of Arook, never forgave me for how I had hurt Vaestra...... he's the reason for the scars running down over my left eye....... and eventually set up my downfall....... I was accused and convicted of murdering a Judge...... which I had truthfully done, but at the time of the murder I didn't know who he was. Regardless, Lothien's Laws were irrevocable no matter circumstance, and I was sentenced....... thankfully my record of a Bounty Hunter saved my life and I was banished from the land.