The Shadow Shifter. A Dark, misty looking creature, commonly seen as a dog, or a fox. A Shifter, is capable of taking any physical shape so long as its living. However, a Shifter differs from Shape Shifters. Where a Shape Shifter can take inanimate shapes, a shadow shifter can not. While a Shadow shifter must survive by eating human flesh, a shape shifter doesn't have to. And the biggest, and most obvious difference between the two, their demeanor. A Shape is not to be mistaken as a Shadow, Shape shifters are unlikely to harm a human. A Shadow Shifter is a being that has escaped from its formal body. In other words, their unnatural, and either used to be a shape shifter, or a human.
When they find themselves under attack, the orphanage is reviled as the cities most popular shadow sighting area ever. The children, were all dead by the time police showed up, and the one boy left, had not only just lost his family, but his best friend. After seeing what the kid could do, they thought him to be a prodigy, however, they didn't see his true potential. They had no idea, he was the last test subject of the Shadow Experiment. Their misconceptions will lead to trouble, when he is kidnapped and tortured. It's was at his last moments he agreed to become a monster, to avenge his long lost friend, who he knows is still alive.
"I can feel you Yuko. I know you're in pain... I'll be there soon.. just hold on, a little bit longer."
She came from nothing.
Born small, weak, and unwanted.
The kind of child who should have been forgotten.
He was born with everything.
Strength in his blood, power in his name.
Praise followed him like a shadow.
She is fire-reckless, untamed, impossible to cage.
He is ice-cold, distant, his heart frozen to care for no one.
She was never meant to survive.
He was never meant to fall.
Together, they'll rewrite the rules carved into their bones.
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It smelled like earth and smoke, alive and dangerous. And then I saw him. Grim.
He stood near the fire, carved from sun and stone, scars slashing across his skin like lightning. When his storm-grey eyes locked on mine, the world tilted.
He moved toward me-slow, predatory, every step a warning. His hand shot out, rough and unyielding, dragging me close with a grip that burned.
"Don't move," he snarled, voice sharp enough to cut.
I knew who he was. Grim.