Stray (On Hiatus)

A long time ago, there was a race of people very different from the others. They appeared human on the outside, but they were far from it. For one thing, they could only be killed by natural causes, and although they could feel pain and be injured, on one knew how to actually kill one. The only ones that died were from old age or some type of deadly disease, like cancer. Another thing that made them different was the fact that they could change their features into not-so-human, growing claws or wings or tails, they could even change their head to look like an animal, or just their teeth or eyes.

The most disturbing thing to the rest of the human race was that unless they transformed their features, there was no way to tell if they were this ‘dangerous’ race of people. The clans of these people have since disbanded, melting into the shadows, disappearing without a trace, this is where our story begins…

(This story is being reviewed and will eventually be edited/properly rewritten. If you like the plot, but can't handle the bad writing, there will be notification when I finally get off my butt and fix it up.)