My kind has been around for centuries, hidden in the shadows...away from human life. Until I was reborn that dreadful night. The pain was agonizing. I felt my insides twisting and had the headache of a thousand drinks. I remember a great storm. And then I awoke. Hunger. That was all that ran through my mind.
Born into a legacy, they spoke to me of the legend that is still very much alive to this day. But we do not make ourselves known. We hide in the dusk of the morning awaiting for the prophecy to be fulfilled.
There are Five Laws associated with the legend:
Law I - Thou Shall Not Feed On The Flesh Of Humans
Law II - Thou Shall Not Harm A Human Being
Law III - Thou Shall Not Sacrifice Human Life To Create More Of Your Breed Out Of Pure Evilness
Law IV - Thou Shall Protect And Defend Thyself As long As it Does Not Conflict With The Second Or Third Laws
Law V - Thou Shall Eliminate Any Non-Hume that Dishonors The Five Laws
The legend states that in the end, we will be divided. In a war between good and evil.
Three creatures will be born, and come into the world to help us defend our legacy. They will be wild like the stallion but gentle as the fawn.
There will be a chosen one. The one chosen from the highest of power. The only one who can move the mountains and tame the sea. And it will be the one who in the end will conquer evil through love, uniting the nations from decades of sorrow and doubt.
There are many of us. Not only in this breed, in all shapes and sizes. Different clans around the globe. Uniting to defend our ancestors. And to rid the evil that lives in the valley of darkness.
They trained me and guided me into who I am today. I consider myself a monster. But they call me a survivor. My name is Star, and for the time being, my clan resides in South Park Colorado, hunting the outcasts that are walking among the innocent. Exiled from the pack due to treachery and breach of The Laws. We are the Survivors...because we had survived the first 8 hours.