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I was born Morgana Blackwolf of the clan Sabrehagen. I never knew my real father for he died while driving off an intruder from a rival clan. He was full blood wolfen and mother is werewolf. Instead of raising me by herself, she chose another mate. My step-father hated me for not being of his blood and had to frequently put up with his abuse, while mother turned a blind eye to the situation. So deep was his hatred that I was raised on mostly dead and rotting human flesh, he would follow great armies and bring home a fallen soldier for me while they dined on what mother brought home from market. I learned blood magic and had an introduction to the dark side at such an early age that it was imprinted and would never be forgotten. When I was older and strong enough the abuse ended as I killed my stepfather, I held no hard feelings towards my mother, for when I returned home, she tended my wounds and thank me for ending her nightmare as well, we held each other and cried that night after having skinned my step-father and made a pair of boots and a small bag from his hide.
I left home the next day, not knowing that mother was pregnant again. The years came and went, as I settled down with a wolf pack always remaining the beta. I had forgotten the blood that had coursed through my veins for so many years. I couldn't fool them, they knew there was something different about me.
One day while I was tending to the cubs, I came across my first vampire. When I smelled the air, it smelled like death but not that of an animal. This had the faint smell of man. I felt a hunger that had not been felt in years. I waited till the pack returned then I left to follow the scent that had awoken something inside me. My ears perked up after padding a long way, I heard human voices and was led to a small campfire and remained in the shadows and watched. There were five of them, they were humans that reeked of death and a few wolves. Humans and Wolves?? One wolf growled and barked in my direction while another whined and strained on it's lead when the humans came towards me. I jumped out from my hiding place. Facing them, I howled, it was not a wolf howl but a clan howl why I did this, I didn't know until one of the strange wolves joined in. A young female was whom answered my howl. I padded closer to her, she had a familiar scent that reminded me of my childhood. The humans stood there silent and dumbfounded as did the other beasts. I knew those eyes, they were mothers but somehow different. Something clicked in my head as I began to change forms. I was human again after all those years, the young female changed too. I looked at her, she was related to me somehow, I knew this.....
I didn't return to the pack. That night, I studied her as she slept. Was she a member of my clan? If she was she would have a tattoo on her left shoulder, a wolf print with a lightning bolt through it. I woke her to put an end to this puzzle, she showed me the tattoo as I described mother to her, and she asked if my name was Morgana. I nodded. Now I know she was my sister and she goes by the name 'Gangrel' and it was given to her by these... what did she call them... oh yes.. it was vampires. We left her friends and travelled far and wide together, we were a team that I thought could never be separated. I was wrong. She missed her friends so she returned to them, I told her I loved her and wouldn't forget her. Now I was alone again....
I stumbled across an odd building, I looked in the window and saw it was full of kinds of strange beings. Not knowing what I was getting myself into, I opened the door.
It was very loud as I looked around and saw a young man sitting at a table, I approached him and we talked. Later as the months passed I eventually adopted him, his name was Kain, he was a vampire and he was just the beginning of my children. This place was called the Keep.
I met a vampire called Del'Roh Nergal, he was the founder of the clan Ventrue. He made me an abomination, or what I labelled a werepire. I became Queen of the clan after we were married and bore him two children, the boy was Veddven Ventrue and the girl was named Anshun-Rowan Luicine Anne Ventrue after one of the elders. I was a werewolf with 3rd generation vampire blood in me. I grew drunk with power, I challenged his every move. I teased him to the point of violence, I took everyone of the blows he dealt and I returned them in many different ways. I had several affairs before we were finally divorced. A few children were born from my affairs and I also adopted quite a few lost souls whom needed to be apart of a family. I fell in love once again with a big red cat-like being called Nanaki and was married. I was finally happy. Soon after I was married, I myself was adopted into the Grayson-Hawke family by a man called Alix whom will forever be Dada to me. There is more but that will be written in due time........