Here is the first Chapter of Ryder! I know this one is short, but I promise that future chapters will be longer! I hope to update this weekly until it's finished!
Nomads thrive off of the land and the life that lives among it; they are at peace with nature and would never wish to kill unless necessary. They tend to stay away from large cities and towns, but live in, though not long, smaller towns like that of Forks, Washington. Most nomads are peaceful and get along with the more permanent covens around the world. They typically travel either solo, in pairs, or in small covens making them able to move quickly and quietly if controversy were to break out. Nomads, depending on whom, have special abilities ranging from telepathy to telekinesis to shape shifting. However, this is a rare occurrence. They usually have less control over their blood lust and a higher level of fighting skills compared to that of the more permanent vampires who live in cities and large towns. Male nomads tend to be headstrong and refuse to run from a fight more often than the females and many die from that ignorance. Unlike my brothers in the vampire realm, I do not have that fight or flight issue; it has baffled my sire for centuries.
Originally I was from a small town just outside of Whales, England. Born on the fourteenth day of the ninth month of the year 1663. I was nineteen when I was turned and my Sire decided I would live with him in Italy until my blood lust was at least somewhat controlled, taking a good two decades to complete, before letting me off on my own to explore as long as I would deliver messages to and from Italy; I happily complied with such a simple request. In 1760 I decided to leave for the English colonies for seven decades; I have seen and lived things that the education system's books could never fully describe, even if they desperately try to recreate those moments. After my time there I moved onto Russia making my way west.
Now, nearly two centuries later, I'm revisiting the United States of America and am slowly making my way from the east coast the west; visiting every small town I can. This task may sound difficult for humans, even non-nomadic vampires, but it is a rather simple task when one has a gift like my own. Vampiric gifts are a rarity of as it is, but my gift is unheard of for a vampire to have! Ironically, I am a shape shifter. My name is Ryder Aroson and this is the story of how I became one with an unruly pack of wolves.