A young humanoid wolf stood at the edge of a large forest, he looked out over a large green field and heaved a sigh of regret. His black fur danced slowly in the soft breeze, his crimson eyes fixed on the lights shining from a town on the horizon. He lifted his right hand and scratched the silver patch of fur that covered his chest and let out another sigh. "Let the past be the past, huh?" His voice came out in a soothing growl. "Amazing what you yearn for when your fellow man turns on you." The wolf turned his back to the distant village and walked into the woods, avoiding trees and low hanging branches.

What did I do to deserve this? His mind toyed with the idea for a while until he thought back to when he was a welcomed citizen to that town. He was six years old, living with his mother, his father on a business trip that he never came home from. He was a happy child, naive, thoughtful, fun loving. He never really noticed that his mother was a blood elf, always thought that she was just a normal human. When he turned ten, threats became a common thing to his house, to the point that at one time, he stormed out of his house, crabbed the offending kid and rammed his head through a cinder block wall.

Innocence only had one definition to him; the ability to face your problems without causing or choosing death. Oh how ignorant he was. When he turned fifteen, he was voted the best looking youth in the village, however, he forfeited the title and just went to helping people out. His mother fell ill shortly after his journey into age sixteen, and from then everything went downhill.