by Zeke » April 7th, 2009, 8:15 pm
Dash took a few seconds to gather what memories he had and then began to tell his story. "Well...From what I could remember, I was once part of a big family with many brothers and sisters. As I began to grow older, they began to realize how different I was than everyone else. I didn't have spots like anyone else, instead I was born to bear these stripes and blotches across my back. The more I grew, the more they began to hate me, calling me a freak and saying that I was born to a different father. I was soon left to fend for myself, but I was hardly old enough to hunt when they cast me out and I knew nothing of how to fight, leaving me vulnerable to anything." Dash spoke with no fluctuation of his voice, nor any sound of depression or despair. "So I spent the next couple years nearly starving to death, stealing what scraps I could anything I could. I eventually learned how fight through many unfortunate encounters and have learned to hunt through similar methods. So I've spent the last 5 years wandering by myself," He finished, looking back at Kivuli.