Long ago I heard the story of my mother, but never since. She was a wolf, running from her pack. She knew that if they found out she was in love with a falcon's child; they would kill her and the child she carried.
From what I have been told, falcons don't have many kids. That while it is easier for them to breed with other shape shifters to produce a child, they consider the child impure, though they would never kill it.
She was running to Wyverns court, where she hoped they would accept her and the child she carried. But she never made it that far, guards from the Obsidian guild found her passed out in the forest. They brought her into the guild and only because she was pregnant she was not imprisoned.
The obsidian guild normally didn't allow outsiders into their guild. But since she was close to giving birth, they made an exception. My mother died just moments after I was born. One of the white vipers decided that she would raise me. She is very loving and raised me as her own.
I looked out of my window, tonight was a celebration. I walked out of my house and followed others to the dias where serpents were dancing. Their movements in sync to each other, I never have been very good at performing sakkri. A few years ago I stopped trying; I was tired of embarrassing myself.
Other serpents were moving around, while others enjoyed the dance. I walked out into the forest; I normally didn't come to any of the celebrations. I felt like I didn't belong there, with all the happy, graceful serpents. I mean, I was just a wolf falcon hybrid; I truly didn't belong with them. I shifted into my other form, a silver wolf with a few small white markings, but my wings were a darker, black with white markings on them as well. My eyes were silver with black flecks. I flexed my wings and stretched them out preparing to fly.
I flew off to a small cave that was high enough that I should be left alone. The cave was where I went to be alone. The serpents wouldn't climb that high unless they needed to. I scratched the ground, and laid down towards the edge of the cave so I could look over the treetops.
I had thought of flying to Wyverns court many times, but I didn't know if they would accept me. They accepted a marriage between a hawk and cobra, and their child, but would they accept me? The wolves would kill me on sight; I was not part of their pack and never would be. They would not accept a mix breed. The falcons, while they would not kill me, would always look at me as a mongrel, they would lock me up. Afraid that I would ruin their perfect world they created away from all others. I didn't belong anywhere; there was no one else like me.
A small whine escaped my throat, I closed my eyes. Oliza, Zane and Danica's child, lived with the Obsidian guild with her mate Betia. Oliza is a wyvern and Betia is a wolf, they both fit in with the guild. They were welcomed, as was I, but we didn't belong there. Oliza at least had Betia with her, one person that truly accepted her.
I stood up, shaking the dirt out of my fur. And jumped off the ledge, spread my wings and flew over the tree tops. Flying was my escape; I could lose myself thinking only of the steady beats of my wings. I flew over to a river; the dark blue was reflecting the night sky. I followed the river for a while before it emptied out into a lake. The moonlight was reflecting off the lake, I jumped in to the icy water. A chill running over my body, I tucked my wings in tight to my back and swam to the opposite side of the lake.
I knew I should turn around and go back, it was getting late. But I didn't want to go back; I wanted to find a place I fit in, even if I had to search the entire world. I arrived at the edge of Wyverns Court; I watched a similar celebration occur on the serpent side of the court. The avian's mostly kept to their own side of the court, there were a few avian's watching the serpent's dance, most were there with their protective Alistair's.
I decided I would shift back to my human form and see how life was in Wyverns court. I walked through the streets, some of the avian's and serpents stopped to look at me, but most didn't pay attention to me. I made it to the center Dias, Danica and Zane were performing a sakkri, for someone who had only been practicing the moves for a couple of years, she performed perfectly. I just wasn't that graceful, most of the time I fell during part of the dance.
It was a beautiful dance, and you could clearly see the love in their eyes. They were perfect for each other, after the dance the hugged and their lips met briefly before the turned and gave a small bow to the audience. Danica was wearing a melos that someone had given her. They went and stood in the audience as other serpents went up to the dias and begun another dance.