Now, sit ye down and let me regale you of my adventures past...
I was once a foolish young man who did foolish deeds. I regret a lot of things that I did but I am happy with where they led me. I was taken in by my foster sister and half-sister. I was a very young lad at the time, less than half of what I am now, but I think I enjoyed that carefree part of my life very much.
We, the three of us, led a tribe of our kin about twenty or thirty strong... Agh, I don't quite remember anymore. Hell, they might still be living in that den for what I know. Maybe I should go visit them... Nevermind that. The story.
I was an adventurous, courageous, not-yet-battle-hardened lad. I wandered the land, finding whatever I could find, enjoying exploration and combat merely for the sport. I fought my fair share of battles, learned my fair share of wisdom, gained my fair share of arcane intellect, discovered my fair share of supernatural powers, and explored my fair share of the world.
I tell myself I am satisfied with where I have ended up; that I am content with myself, but most days, I harken back to that time... when the world was new to me, and discovery was such a fresh feeling... Perhaps that is why I have ungrounded myself and begun adventuring again; to chase the long gone feeling of ecstasy, from battle, from adventure, or... from newness.
Ack, but it matters not. I have places to be and evils to fight. I wish you the best of luck on your own adventures on whichever paths fate takes you down. Let us depart, Farrah.
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My fate would no longer be dictated by the Gods and Goddesses that took shape in a world with more realms than known. I grew up in a society that shaped werewolf women inferior to feral men. Nicolai Darkling was no exception and neither was the men who raised me to be on the Werewolf council. He was a lie in the shape of a bond. A bond that many of you believed was genuine, and many of you thought I should have accepted.
A rejection in a mate bond was never taken lightly. A bond the Kings and Queens of realms and ruins got wrong.
There have always been two sides to one coin. The 'head' and the 'tail.' Some saw it as the one person owning one coin. Four coins, and only one lands on the good. The gods threw four coins on my fate. Or so I originally believed. Everyone else got one coin. So, why the fuck was mine an outlier in every realm?
Nicolai Darkling, Elias Cardinal, Alastair Fawn...and Creed Legion. Who I now knew was Prince Creed Emberflame. Two of them harmed me more than I thought possible. Three of them are purebred royals who used me for their own self-righteous needs. Four claim to be mated to me. And only one of them is my true mate.
My true name is Celestine Leviathan, House of Leviathan. Werewolf. Fire elemental. Survivor. The Houses in the elemental realm were demolished to form the four seasons and high kingdom.