Background
The Pup
Aeslith started life without a name. Her brothers and sisters surrounding her. The scent of her mother filling the air. Her father brought food to their home, den really. Over time, her parents taught her and her siblings how to hunt and how to survive. However, through the months and the years it started to become clear, to any who cared to pay attention, that the young pup was different from all the rest in her pack. Some small part of her blood, her heritage, had awoken in her. Her fur was thicker, her teeth sharper. She was stronger, faster, tougher then the rest. Her dark fur rippled with power. Power unbeknownst to her.
The Change
It came suddenly. She had no warning. She awoke to the dawning rays of the sun without fur. Her limbs long and gangly. Her snout flat and her ears not as sharp. Her teeth had changed as well, her bite no longer as devastating as it was. Long, silver hair flowed down human-like shoulders and back. Her musculature rippling underneath the unblemished skin. She continued with her pack, hunting and living, until they found her.
(Under Progress)