Biography "I present to you, Michon of Caliimoria!" Her father announced as he placed a small crown of jewels and fangs, so much like his own, upon her head. The crowd around her roared, their applause bouncing off the marble walls and softy shaking the chandelier above their heads. She had been her fathers first choice to take his place, even though her sister Demara was older. She thought back to when her sister left. It was right after her father had announced Michon was going to take his place. The two were so close. Michon held back the tears as a hush fell over the crowd. She looked up to see a cloaked figure making their way to the front of the room, the crowd parting like the Red Sea. Michon squinted her eyes to see they were carrying a bow. There was something quite familiar about the way the figure walked. A few guards started emerging from the shadows. The figure raised a gloved hand, and pulled down the hood that covered their head. There was a collection of gasps from around the room. "Father, Michon. How long has it been? Four years?" Demara asked, "I've come to give you your coronation present. She grinned showing sharp white teeth. "Oh! I knew you would come back! Dear sis-" Michon stepped forward as an arrow whizzed past her, cutting her off. She tuned around to see her father with a feather tipped arrow sticking out from his chest falling to the ground, his body making a soft thud as he hit the marble floors. Screams filled the room as Michon and a few guards rushed to her fathers side. "No! Catch her!" She scream at them as her father whispered something. She put her ear close to him, tears streaming down her face. "Take... The claws... Release your... True... Self... Daughter... I..." His breathing stopped. She buried her face into his coat, sobbing uncontrollably. She lifted her head screaming in anguish. "I'm coming for you Demara! You'll regret what you've done sister!"
Their was a layer of fog near the ground, and the moon was full. A soft clank of metal could be heard in the distance, getting louder with every minuet. A small girl was hunched over a small animal, her sobs filling the thin night air. Soon the soft clanking stopped, and a wolf appeared behind the girl. "Child?" the wolf whispered taking a step forward. The child's sobs turned into a manic laugh as she turned to reveal black eyes and blood staining the area around her lips. There was an array of guts and chunks of fur littering the damp ground. The wolf tensed, and dug her metal claws into the soft earth below her. "Oh dear Michon," the girl hissed, "your so easy to fool. I'd know the sound of fathers claws a mile away!" "Demara." The wolf whispered as she took a step back, watching the girl take her wolf form. Her sisters eyes were black as night with a glimmer of red. Demara lunged at her, but Michon dodged the attack taking a moment to flick open a small sapphire locket around her neck. "You're a bastard sister! I knew you were never a fighter, you wouldn't dare kill me!" she lunged again but Michon didn't budge. Her sister scrambled to get away as an unseen force threw her to the ground. "I was never a true fighter and I could never kill my own flesh and blood, I admit that," she sighed as her sister was pulled closer toward her glowing amulet, "so I won't kill you. But you must be punished for your crimes against the realm, and therefore for the rest of your days you shall be imprisoned in our mothers locket where I can harness your power." Her sisters obsidian eyes grew wide in horror as she was sucked into the small space around her sisters neck, forever imprisoned. A smirk crept across Michon's delicate face as she treaded westward toward Caliimoria's boarders, the clinking of her metal claws blending into the sounds of the night.
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| Personality "After the game, the king and the pawn go in the same box."
-Brave -A born fighter -Unafraid of negative consequences -Skillful -Mysterious
Preferences Not for sale, please do not ask. If you would like to breed her, her fee is 200 mush.
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