Shurik
Legacy Name: Shurik

I do not understand... she smells different... almost like me.

A large brown wolf with a black face and ears ran swiftly through the woods. Soon they'll have men searching for me. It was the first time he was careless enough to be seen by others instead of just her. She who was betrothed to him from the moment she was born, but that was when he was human. And his human body is dead.

He still couldn't keep himself from seeing her. It was to be announced they were to be wed when she became a maiden flowered. He was just a boy when his father told him, just a boy of five.
"I will love her, father. Just how you love mother. And I'll be a great king just like you." His father reached down to pick him up.

I can't... it's getting harder to remember. He jumped over an uprooted tree and kicked up leaves behind him as he continued to run deeper into the woods.I want to remember her... her scent... it's so strong.

I can't be away from her... but it is not safe here, not now. He continued running until he was exhausted. He followed the sound of a stream and laid on a moss covered rock. He looked down to his reflection, seeing it warp around in the slow, soft current of the stream.

I look like a beast. He snorted and rubbed the blood off his muzzle with his paws. Sometimes... I miss having hands. He missed being able to hold things. To feel hot and cold and texture. He missed a lot of things from his time as a human. His wolf body is all that remains. That and his human memories. And it was a struggle to keep them.

I must always... remember. What had happened to me. I must remember my human life. It's the only way I can be close with her... Shurik dropped to his side and let out a breath from his snout that blew dirt and old leaves out off the moss covered rock and into the stream. The leaves floated down stream and he closed his eyes.

His memories flashed in front of his eyelids as if he was watching them as a ghost.

He remembered when his father, the king, told him of his mother's passing. And again of his father's marriage to the new queen. He remembered how his little half brother, Rickard, looked up to him and thought it was great how his big half brother was a skinchanger. Rickard is now the crown prince and soon will be king after my father passes. He remembered how he first became sick and how his step mother, the queen, conspired with her healers to slip tears of death, a deadly poison that couldn't be detected if given small amounts and gradually given to the victim in their meals.

She knew once I became king... she would be locked away... the evil wench. He remembered how she convinced his king father to keep his wolf away in the kennels. She said he was a monster, but Fang was bound to me... our souls were imprinted as one... he was me, and I was him.

Shurik perked up his ears. Footsteps?.. no... paw steps... a pack? He picked his head up. He was down wind of the pack and picked up her scent. She shifted!

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