• Kiah • Zurasky •
• Wolf •
• Wolf •
███████ ██ ██ тhis ɨs ωho ɨ αm...
→ αs ɣou ¢an ѕee, Kiah Zurasky ɨs мy ηame.
→ вut ʀather тhan Kiah, ¢all мe Just Kiah..
→ ʝust ɨn ¢ase ɣou ¢an't тell, ɨ'm α Male
→ ωho ɨs Twenty-five ɣears σld.
→ мy ρack ɨs Joslyn ѕo ɢet σver ɨt.
→ ℓast вut ηot ℓeast, ɨ'm тhe Alpha.
███████ ██ ██ тhese αre мy ɨnterests...
→ ɨf ɨ ¢an't нave мore σf тhese...
___► Running
___► Sex
___► Sleeping in
тhen ɨ ωill нurt ɣou.
→ ɨf ɣou ɢive мe мore σf тhese...
___► Being told what to do
___► Disobediance
___► Grieco pack
тhen ɨ ωill ¢ut ɣou.
→ ɨf ɣou вring мe ηear αny σf тhese...
___► Losing my pack
___► Losing rank
___► Being caught in animal form
тhen ɨ ωill кill ɣou.
███████ ██ ██ αnd тhis ɨs мy ѕtory...
→ α ℓittle вackground ηoise...
I can't say who my mother was. She died while giving birth to me, though it was a topic my father never wished to discuss. Unlike most shifters, he wasn't aggressive or dominant. A lot of shifters mate for the strength of their offspring. With that in mind, I suppose he really must have loved my mother. He was a quiet man, and for a long time it was just him and I. From the day I was born untiI was ten we moved from city to city. I was never explained of what he was looking for. It was understood that I should not ask, either. I saw normal kids go to school, yet I did not. Often my father would look over his shoulder, as if he were listening for someone or something. It made me suspicious as well, though I really wasn't sure what we were looking for.
From the get go, he prepared me to fight the battles I would face growing up. It was always a blessing to be a shifter, according to him. It meant we were different from the normal people, and apparently our ancestors had all been great wolves, though he never got into detail. I would find out later. Often, he would lecture me on fighting techniques. I wasn't sure how he knew all this, because I had honestly never seen my father hurt a fly. At one point I was sure that I was a great fighter, but that was probably my ego at the age of nine telling me that. Since I was so confident, my father offered to spar with me, something I hadn't ever thought he would do. He didn't fight. Surely, I could handle this old man. I was knocked out cold in a matter of seconds.
When I turned ten he finally took me to the Joslyn pack. It was safe to say we were not welcomed. My father's brother was the currently the alpha male. My father was clearly older than the current alpha, which made me wonder why he wasn't the alpha. Why had we been living on the streets this whole time and why was he bringing us back now? Comparing the two of them, I could see my father used to be the bigger of the two, but over the years his muscles had deteriorated from disease, that he had hid from me. I would later understand he had brought me to the pack, because he was dying. It was his family's pack. To gain entrance, my father was faced with a challenge with his brother. A cruel joke in my mind. Here the alpha was healthy and young, while my father had aged so much over the years and stooped slightly from sickness. Needless to say, my father was slain right then before my eyes.
For whatever reason, I was allowed to stay. Perhaps, my uncle felt slightly guilty about killing his only brother. It wasn't like I bothered to ask him. We lived in a hotel, which I thought was weird. It was hard to settle down in one place after years and years of moving around. Around the age of twelve I began my transformation as a lycan. I used to be carefree and have the mindset of a normal child, well now my mind had become clouded with bitterness over the loss of my father. Being a teenager made my emotions fluctuate greatly. Little things set me off and I was constantly fighting with the other people my age and sometimes older.
I grew up unchallenged by my peers. My uncle never stopped me for what I was doing. If anything, he watched with what only could be described as amusement. So the fate that fell upon him was his own damn fault. When I was twenty I was a warrior. In my opinion I was in the position to be a higher rank, but I suppose my uncle would have rather kept me at a lower rank for his own personal reasons. It was on one evening that I was in the kitchen and he came in. At first he spoke of how well of a fighter I had become and how I reminded him of my father. From there on it took a turn. Apparently, my my uncle had had a thing for my mother, yet she had chosen my father. He had slain my mother not long after my birth and my father and I were sent away. I can't quite remember that night, besides blind rage. The next thing I knew, I saw him laying on the floor, his throat torn out.
Of course, the betas tried to step up for the open position, but they were quickly turned back in place or replaced. From there, I took over leadership. There was a battle against the Grieco pack, where I killed their alpha male. After that, I took a mate by the name of Colby. Really, she was the only one I was close to growing up. High school sweet hearts, I guess. We had been mates only a year when the Grieco pack decided to take their revenge. While out scouting the area, she was killed by the new leader, Samael. Since then, I haven't chosen another mate.
→ αnd ωhatever єlse...
___ANYTHINGELSE?
███████ ██ ██ α ℓittle єxtra...
→ мy тheme ѕong ɨs Where is my Mind ωhether ɣou ℓike ɨt σr ηot.
→ мy мaster ɨs Kick Off Your Stilettos
