-x Introduction x-

You walk into a very large meadow, trees in the distance, blooming flowers of all different colours and types. A beautiful place that one could relax and not have a worry in the world. A shadowy figure purches atop a small hill, looking up at the clear blue sky, at the stars, at the moon. A frown creased his face, full of worry and sadness. You start to turn around, to go back, as if not to disturb him. But, his bright red eyes meet yours, the frown slowly turned to a smile. A forced smile. "Hello young friend, I welcome you with open arms into my meadow. Have a seat, don't be afraid, I will not harm you."
Hesitating only breifly, you walk up and sit next to him. His dark purple fur glicend in the moonlight, his mane flowly smoothly with the wind. Little demon wings that floated off ofhis back, twitched every now and again, as if wanting to fly away. "Don't be shy, tell me your name. I know why you are here. You wish to be accuainted with me, to know me better. They always do." He smirked and laughed only for a breif second, then was gone.
You open your mouth. "I'm guest." and was suprised you got that much out. He nodded his head. Zesiroh was his name.
I suppose you want me to tell you about myself, I will if you wish it. And you being here is a wish enough for me." He starts telling about himself, in a very detailed way.

-x Story x-

Coyote: Zesiroh doesn't really like telling this part about himself, so I will tell it for him. He doesn't like very many parts in it. Oh by the way, in this story he's anthro (half Ogrin, half human) ^^;

Born into a somewhat wealthy town, Zesiroh grew up neglected by his parents and three older sisters. They were always wrapped up in business and other things to tend to his needs. Zesiroh ended up being alone, or with some other random kids that always got him into trouble. He was smart, and always got himself out of the trouble, and usually getting the others out too. He hated even existing and didn't even understand why he was put there, for no one really cared about him. That is, until his parents had another baby, his little brother. He was around the age of 10 at this time, and he knew that his parents were going to neglect him as well, so he thought he would take care of his brother and make sure he didn't suffer what he went through.
Sure enough the two were inseparable. Zesiroh had made a promise to his brother. I will protect you, and be there when you need me the most
The two aged, and slowly started to grow apart from each other. Zesiroh wanted to travel all around the world, while his brother want to stay right at home and do other more important things. So, Zesiroh traveled, meeting new people and new places, totally forgetting that he had a family and a brother, that missed him. Zesiroh returned home one day, now 19, to tell his little brother all about his journeys. When he arrived, the town looked different, he asked others in the town if anything happened when he was gone, they all just stared at him and walked away without answering. Zesiroh came upon his house; it didn't look different at all. What he found inside, he did not expect.
Nothing. There was nothing there. No one was home; no one was there. Except for a note addressed to him. He opened it and read it.
My dear Zesiroh. I knew you would come back someday, so I left you this letter. And if you are reading it, you will notice the house has been abandoned. We left the town to live somewhere else. I will not tell you where, for we wish you to find us by means of exploring.
Zesiroh, there is something else I cannot bare to tell you. But I must say it. When you left, your little brother was so lonely; he went off to look for you. We searched for him, but to no avail. He is lost somewhere Zesiroh, and I believe you are the one to find him.
With love and hope, your beloved Mother.
That was odd, why would she care now after so many years of ignoring him. But the fact that she said his brother had run away hit him like a brick wall. He made a promise to him a long time ago, and he can't keep that if he was missing. He only stayed long enough to gather things and then headed out looking. He barely slept anywhere, and only stayed in one place long enough to look in ever nook and cranny for him.
One day, Zesiroh passed out from exhaustion on a narrow path in the woods. Little did he know he was being taken somewhere. He awoke in a cage in some kind of small hut type building. That's all he could make out since his vision was blurry. His head ached with pain, which made him grab his head with his hands. He gasped when he felt horns on his head. When did he get those?! Zesiroh looked at his hands. Claws! Gray-purple markings up to his wrists. What happened to him? Noticing he didn't have a shirt on he looked at his back. WINGS?!! Apparently he now had a tattoo on his shoulder and gray-purple stripes on him as well. He felt like weeping. The worst thing was he didn't feel in his body, as if someone else was controlling in and all he could do was share it. He did weep at this point, but didn't feel any tears on his face. 'Oh Lord!' He thought. And just when he thought things couldn't get worse, he watched as his body, this thing that was controlling his body grabbed the bars and ripped them apart.
Zesiroh then heard this voice in his head. "I'm sorry I'm scaring you, but it was the only way." He was so confused. 'The only way for WHAT?!!' He shouted and watched through shared eyes as his controlled self ran for the door. From behind him, he heard a soft cry for help.
"Zesiroh!" It was his little brother. He couldn't turn around; he couldn't control himself. 'That's my brother! I have to help him!' Zesiroh shouted at the man. But he didn't do anything. He just kept on running. 'I can't leave him! I promised!' He was enraged.
"I can't help you with that, and you are in no shape to help him, I have to time share your body in order to keep you alive." He was so calm when he spoke, as if he didn't care. "This 'hut' is more like a place to hold people, a prison. It's going to blow up right this minute, and we have to get out." Zesiroh watched in horror as they ran through corridors and then ran outside into the wilderness. They turned around to face the building, and just as it blew up Zesiroh wept and silently said 'But I promised…'

Centuries went by, but Zesiroh did not age, he remained the look of 19. The demon inside of him took over some of his body on the outside; making his looks change to what it is now. Sehorei was his other half, the demon. Sehorei explained to him that they were always together, but would only meet when the time was right. Apparently his brother was just like him, with a demon as well, but was too young to know. Zesiroh never forgave Sehorei for killing his brother, but he said it was for the better, that they would have tortured him anyway. He also said that he had special powers, and could use them at will, Zesiroh refused to use them, but if he had to, he would let Sehorei do that.
Zesiroh hated his parents. They could have at least told him he was a demon and would suffer and live for all eternity. He never liked to bond with anyone; cause he always would watch them die and a part of him would die as well. So he never made friends. Sehorei is the only reason he's still alive.

-x Character x-