The year was 1011 A.D., and in a small town in Ireland, the night was cool as a baby`s cry could be heard. The newborn baby, named Nathanyall Ookami, had no family left. His mother died after giving him birth, and his father had gone missing. He lay in his crib, crying. He had been born a Seak, a shape shifting elf. Luckily for the baby, a few wolves had heard his cries. Curious, they went to investigate the crying sounds. After searching the house, they spotted the crying baby. The Alpha wolf in the pack stepped forward to sniff the child to see if he was a threat. Finding no threat, he gently picked the child up in the blanket it lay on. Taking him to the cave they lived in, the Alpha female decided she would take him as her own cub. Curling up around the baby she gave off some of her body heat to keep him warm. Snuggling into the wolves fur, Nathanyall fell asleep.


He learned the way of the wolf as he grew up, spending approximately five years with them.


One night while he was out playing with the other wolf pups, a human woman found him and the pups. She was shocked that the child was being rough housed by the pups, so she ran them off. Nathanyall attempted to follow after his brothers and sisters but was not fast enough. The woman caught him, picking him up, “Oh my god...” she whispered as she saw the child was in good health. Being the kind hearted person she was, she decided to take the child in. Nathanyall was unable to speak or even act like a human child. The woman decided she would teach the child how to speak properly and to be a human instead of a wolf. Not knowing his last name, she renamed him Nathanyall Viturúlfur, her last name. She took the next three years to teach him all she could.


Once he had reached the age of ten she figured it was finally time to enroll him into a school of some sort. He was now able to speak, read, and act as a human. It wasn’t till this age that he knew that he was different than everybody else. The one he called his mother had always kept his elven ears from him under his shaggy hair. One night while he was taking his bath before bed he was washing his face. Looking into the water he spotted the pointed ears underneath his hair. Leaning in closer to the water, he brushed his hair back spotting his ears fully now. Nearly falling into the water he just stared at his reflection now. “What the…” was all he could say before running back towards the house. “Mother!” he cried out now as he slammed the door. It was obvious he was mad she had hid it from him, but scared as well.

Pacing back and forth he looked up when she walked into the room, “Yes, my son?” She asked looking at him before spotting his ears showing. “What is this!?” he demanded as he poked at his elf ears. She didn’t say a word for a few minutes before sighing. “I knew you were different when I found you all those years ago..” she whispered in a soft tone. He just blinked at her words, “so you hid it from me all these years then” he stated in a semi harsh tone. She just nodded at him not saying a word now feeling bad. He grew angry at her, closing his eyes he focused all his energy on the anger now causing him to transform into a wolf. His mother stared at him as fear took over her now. A loud growl escaped his lips as he looked at her with his coal black eyes now.

Screams of agony and pain came from their house as he ripped at her flesh now. Blood splattered, staining the once white walls now. Her mangled body just fell to the floor as she gasped for breath. That didn’t stop him from attacking her once more killing her. His fur was stained with her blood before his anger finally left. Shifting back to a human he just stared at the woman, he called his mother, lying on the floor in a puddle of her own blood. Not knowing what to do, he ran from the house into the night. Nowhere else to go he wound up wondering for years. He was now eighteen years old when he stumbled across the ‘Dead City’ now. Not sure why it had the name it did he shrugged figuring he would fit in here.

Since finding a home in the ‘Dead City’ Nathanyall has made several friends as well as family. He has spent close to one thousand years here. Only to slowly inch closer and closer to what may be his death one day.