Ah, it's strange how life can take a twisted turn, isn't it? Well, my life was never normal. Far from it, actually. And even though my life has always been odd, it took a few twisty turns when I met him. The black haired fool who was just laying on the sidewalk. Of course, I helped him, but I never knew just how much trouble that could bring. Ah, but by now, you're probably wondering how exactly am I so weird? Well, the answers quite simple really. I'm what I've come to call a 'shifter', and the name is pretty self explanatory. I don't know why, but, I have the ability to shift into a form of an animal. Our kind existed way back, and they were normally treated as royalty. And we might have all turned bad, but that gray wolf saved us. Drew was his name. No one knows were he is now. As for the shifters? They simply split apart. Stayed hidden, some making small little groups, others just being alone. Eh, I should stop my rambling. Now, kiddies, let me tell you my tale of Silver and Blade, and how they made the Silver Blade, a sharp dagger with a viscous gleaming edge. So sharp, just tapping on it will draw blood, and it'll slice through skin, tissue, muscle, and bone like a knife through butter.
What had been that sound?! Silver, a young women around twenty-five, had picked up a sharp panicked noise with her keen ears. Her long pure white hair would usually fall annoyingly just below her waist, but she had tied it into a ponytail, so it didn't whip into her face. She still couldn't locate the sound. Just as she was about to give up, keen bright silver eye's caught a strange unmoving lump on the sidewalk, black hair falling in a bloodied clump across his forehead. The man was groaning softly in pain, and Silver kneeled down, reaching over to check his pulse. The moment her fingers touched his wrist, however, his eye's flew open and he lifted quickly to a sitting position, his hand shooting out and strongly gripping Silvers wrist. Silver gave a shocked squeaky noise and would have fallen over, but the mans grip also held her up. Looking at her gripped wrist, her silvery eye's darted to his light warm brown gaze. But, his gaze was not warm. Instead, he looked fiercely at her, his gaze intent.
Blade had absolutely no clue what had happened. He didn't have a lot of memory at all, actually. All he knew was that his head hurt, and this girl was the first thing he saw. So, not releasing or even loosening his grip on her wrist, he spoke. "Do you have any clue on what happened?" She was still silent, her gaze wide and rounded at him, before it turned fierce and cold. Was that.. did her eye's glimmer a cat like gold for a moment? No, not possible. Well, a lot of things were possible actually. So, as she didn't answer, he simply spoke in a cold voice. "Hellooo, earth to idiot. Do. You. Know. What. Happened." Her gaze finally clicked as she, surprisingly, wrenched her wrist free and glared at him. "I just found you here! No need to be rude about it!" She stood up, and Blade did as well. They were inches apart, angrily glaring at each other. "Well so-rry! I just woke up with little memory and you're the first thing I see. Yea, I'll totally trust you. You see the problem?!" He was going to continue, but pain flashed in his skull and he groaned. Doubling over, he rubbed his temples, the pounding like a hammer on his skull. "Gahh.. God holy s-" He was about to continue, but another jolt hammered through, almost causing him to fall over.
Silver was shocked. One moment, everything was fine as they were made, the next he double over and looked really bad. Oh. He also had no memories. Cursing under her breath, she went over to him, wrapping her arm around his waist and helping him stand. "Hey.. Are you alright?" He glared at her, scoffing and wincing. "Yea. Totally alright. Completely fine." She sighed, stepping forward and helping him move. "Just follow me." His 'following' was honestly more her dragging him after her, but he still walked, as the went towards the forest and to her home.