The great drake shrieked has he made his way across the snowfields, the beast chased him down, a black wyrm larger then creation itself. For in many ways, the drake WAS creation. He was just a puppet of it, something to look nice has it flew over. Dodging through the icy forests, away from the screaming demonic beast he tore through the frozen world, shoving away ice encrusted branches has he ran. Fleeing for his life, not caring where he went provided he got away. He knew not his name, not even caring so long has he escaped.

Slowly, painfully slowly he became more and more aware of himself...His hands, not claws, tore through the woods, which seemed to slowly becoming less...well, tree like, taking on more the form of great vines that stretched up and burst into an evergreen bloom. The thorns grew larger and larger, becoming less tree and more an accursed bramble patch, digging at his flesh and tearing open skin

Further and further he ran, fleeing the black demon behind him, battered and bloody he fell to his knees, panting hard, feeling oh so cold...He shook his head and shuddered, pulling his bleeding form out of the muck of the path in the thorns, staring away from the hellish place he had fled from...He swallowed the dank and humid air running once more, down the path, his lungs burning with pain has they reached their limits, his knees weakening, his thighs burning with the pain of running for miles when one has not even moved in what feels like centuries.

Finally...he came to a great door. Carved out of dark wood, with metal grating covering it...He ripped it open, hands bleeding...He fell into it...dropping through what felt like eternity...And then...something solid...dirt and asphalt, the smell of filthy garbage and the sound of a homeless man snoring. He was back...he laughed to himself...pulling himself out of the filth surrounding him. He stood, and looked around, and nearly fell backwards. Staring at him was a macabre creature, a skull shrouded in,...blue flames burning in its sockets with a body naught but a frozen skeleton with claws sharp enough to shred through steel...He stepped back, and so did the beast...He reached out, has did it, and felt something flat...

The creatures howls resonated throughout the entire city block has he realized the painful truth...He was touching a window. He was back...but...he had been changed by that place...the being looking back at him was unrecognizable, a horrifying monster of that hellish place beyond the thorns.

"I...W...What am I?"


This is my first attempt at doing Changeling: The Lost anything remotely resembling justice. Please, give me has much feedback has possible, all I ask is that you remain civil and leave my mother or speculation on my sexual orientation alone