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Megan Pierre

 

Age: 21 (14 when kidnapped) 
Alignment: Chaotic Good 
Personality: Manipulative, sassy, feisty, psychotic, sometimes nice 
Occupation: Wannabee Artist
Home Region: The Metro 
Powers/Abilities/Skills: Singer/Werewolf 

 

Other Associated Regions: None

My name is Megan Pierre, middle name Claire, please kindly take a seat and listen closely, because your going to want to hear the story of my life, and more importantly why my life changed in so many ways. 

It has been seven years since I was taken from my family, by a beast with fur dark as the night sky and revolting breath that would make anyone and anything faint, it was the figure of a big black Wolf. At the age of fourteen years old I was bitten by the beast, that was the night he kidnapped me, I knew it was a he; why would a female Wolf take a teenager from her family? I would say, I was dog-napped but that wouldn't be funny. It was the night of the blue moon when I last saw my family, being forbidden to see or speak to my family again broke my heart into tiny pieces.

For the five years I spent with, "my Alpha" I never got to know his name. There were times when I got a glimpse of his face, but he refused to share his name. Like seriously, you kidnap a girl in the middle of the night and you don't even tell her name? Crazy I know... When I first turned into a Wolf, the beast refused to let me outside, instead he kept me under lock and key, forced to turn into a Wolf in the tiniest room possible. I turned only once a month when the moon was full and bright; every turning was painful, my entire body would be in pain and agony from all the bones breaking and twisting, especially my back and shoulder bones. They hurt the most.

When I wasn't turning into a Wolf, I was forced to be his slave in cleaning, and sometimes... His slave in the bedroom. It disgusted me in what he was making me do. I was only a teenager, and this kind of treatment when on and on for five years, I never even got any sympathy from him when it was my sweet sixteenth birthday. Being used like that? I swore to myself to never let anyone treat me like that again. By the time I turned nineteen years old, I had developed a bitchy attitude, muscle in my arms and legs from all the exercising I had attempted while being locked in my "room" it felt more like a cell then a bedroom where I go to find peace and harmony. I'd hardly call a room with dirt as the floor a bedroom.

I finally found an escape rout. After a few months of digging a deep hole like a dog under the door that led to the forest, I slither under like a snake in my wolf form and made a run, wherever my paws could carry me. I'd rather be anywhere but stuck with him for eternity. Being missing for five years I had forgotten all about my family and who they were, and what their names were also. Until recently ending up in a wolf fight. There was something hanging from the tree above by her ankles, and I knew who it was by the scent; it was vampire, and the lady above me had the scent all over her.

Fighting off the other wolves, I saved the woman stuck in the tree and ran off into the night, not knowing where I was going, but I knew my paws would take me somewhere far from this place, and out of these woods. Only a few months later, I stumbled upon a woman in a back alleyway, and she was being attacked by, from what I could sense from the smell, a hybrid. I didn't know the woman, but I couldn't just let her die, not like this, not this way. I fought off the hybrid and sent the woman on her way. 

I've spent the last few months looking over my shoulder, keeping aware of my surroundings ever since that night, staying in my human form was the only thing keeping me safe... for now. The more I ventured on and continuously move from place to place, someone will soon know my secret about what I really am, and may god have mercy on their souls.