Long ago, very far away, in the ancient kingdom of NytenGalen, a wolf-boy named Alex Lobenver lived and worked in the palace. He was the loyal mercenary under Queen Oulen's rule. He did his job beyond exemplary; killing those the queen ordered him to, without flinching. The reason he was so good at it? Well, 10 years ago during a full on, devastating war, along with the love of his life, his ability to love and feel compassion was brutally killed and disposed of by the rival kingdom Wragondan. He became an empty body, only a husk used by Oulen to rid of enemies.
"Come, Sir Alex." The queen demanded.
"Your Highness..." Alex bowed in her presence.
"There is to be a royal ball tonight. Your next target will be attending. Track her down and kill her-- and take her outside to get rid of her, I don't want my ballroom to be stained." She threw a piece of cloth to him; it probably belonged to the target.
"As you wish, my queen..."
Alex seemed to melt into the floor, only to reappear as a tan colored, scarred, wolf figure. He furiously sniffed at the cloth, covering every inch of it. The wolf, catching a scent, then picked up the cloth in his mouth and headed to the ballroom.
"Don't disappoint me, Lobenver..."
