what makes them tick?

gold's interview

The story in question is still be written but this is a little info on gold and such. Basically gold gifts the museum a whole bunch of stories and recorded memories of how Doom and hellbound manor came to be what it is, and they ask for an interview. Note that this information is incredibly rare and it's incredibly hard to get interviews with ex-members of the manor.

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This story was brought to the museum by Gold Acuti of the Nonpareil tribe of true breed skinwalkers. A fascinating man who provided us with an interview transcribed below.

The blonde man offered a hesitant smile to the camera, he had a mane of shoulder-length dirty blonde hair and Lapis lazuli colored eyes ( though the pupils were ringed with the gold of his other form). Wearing a loose cream button down shirt and worn blue jeans, he looked rather unremarkable. However the beaded necklace with a clump of feathers from various birds and the fang of a coyote hanging around his neck suggested something exotic and mysterious.

"I need to go soon so lets keep this short eh?" He requested smiling slightly wider and revealing inhumanly sharp teeth. The interviewer nodded setting her pen to the papers in front of her. "Of course sir" she answered respectfully before starting the interview, "could you tell us where you've grown up?" She questioned.
He smiled clearly nostalgic "I grew up with my tribe wandering somewhere in the west, I don't remember exactly where but I know it was magical." He paused to let her write before continuing, "It was lovely but hot with not many trees just low-lying shrubbery and cactuses. In early spring when lots of children were being born we'd settle down near an old half dry lake, and when the children are old enough to move with the tribe resume moving around". He declined to give an exact location or showing any pictures, moving on to the next question instead "it's usually considered rude to ask, but may I ask about your species?" The interviewer prodded. Gold paused his smile falling slightly "Im a skinwalker, a golden coyote to be exact" he told her simply.

There was a knock on the door before someone entered, an intern bringing refreshments. Biscuits and tea presented to them before the rather terrified looking rabbit bolted from under the predators gaze.

The woman shook herself slightly eyes flashing amber " ignoring that interruption" she hummed, " may I ask if you can tell us the difference between skinwalkers and skin walkers?". The man growled sharply, "skin walkers are abominations, twisted malformed creatures. They are more wendgos then true shapeshifters, they only crave flesh and the thrill of the hunt, they have no honor for how or why they obtain their alternate form and often end up unable to change back".

With his visible irritation the woman backs off, switching topics once more. "If I may, how exactly did you come to know ....Doom hellbound" there was a long pause of hesitation before the woman spoke the name. Gold leveled the woman with a long hard look, "well im sure you know that the news hounds found out after our queens death that she was no mere powerful creature but instead a God" his grin was less friendly this time. "And as anyone with a high school education would know those who are important to a God are often marked and allowed to reincarnate indefinitely as long as their God wills it" he tapped his claws against the hardwood table. He took a deep breath at her nod, "I was marked by her very early on in life, but in this life I know her because she saved my life" he told the tale.

He had mated with a tame kitsune, conceiving two children with her only to have her tell her owner about it and have the man hunt him down. Barely making it to hellbound manor with his and his childrens lives, co-parenting with Doom untill his wanderlust had gotten too great, and he had left his children in the gods care. He looked ashamed admitting that, his knuckles turning white from clenching his fists and a deep regret showing in his eyes. He finished the story telling of returning to the manor, serving his god and saving the world when no one was looking.

The woman sat back blinking at his wild tale, "well it's a good thing the government has started work on saving sentient magic creatures from captivity with the humans" was all she could say. Clearing her throat she stood offering a hand which gold took easily enough, shaking it firmly with a wild charming grin. "Thank you so much for your interview, please contact us if you have any more history you would like to present to the museum." She told him cordially.
She led the man out the door biding him good bye and shutting the heavy wooden door behind him. Unable to stop the frown forming on her face looking over her notes, they were written in tongues. She frantically shifted through the paper, finding them all scribbled in the same language. She looked around for any charm or carvings from a spell, even writing a small note (that came out in perfect common). Nothing, she found nothing, nothing but a fine gold dust on the table tea and cookies.