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Storkall was a cold land, winter lasted for a good portion of the year, making it hard for the inhabitants to grow food, game was rich so they lacked for no meat. Humans, elves and dwarfs came and went form the capital city on the southern cost of the land, trading and selling wears form across the sea in warmer lands. Why would people even want to settle in this cold land? There are two reasons.

The rich ore and gem filled mountains that covers most of the land to the north, and for the rulers of the cities, The Round, it was the magic that lay in the land.

The first to even come to this land where the founding memberd of The Round, they found a rich yet cold land, and they met the 'natives', packs, clans and herds or wild beasts with humans form.

Dubbed Shifters by all who met them and survived the native enabitances of Storkall fought visously against those who dare invade thier terrytory. Slowly but surely the advanced weapons and magic of The Round won out.The Shifters surrendered themvels into the care of The Rounds embrace.

Now they work the mines that have been carved into the mountians and fight in the pits for teh amusement of the other races. The once proud people are a shadow of their former glory, still they are deadly and restless, unrest inwithin their ranks, fights against gaurds and whispers of a Uprising move around the capital.

The gaurds where crackign down on any shifter even putting a toe out of place, they where rarely allowed to tak eon thier 'Soul' forms, as the Shifters called their animals selves the true shape of thier souls.
The shape they wehre most comfortable in.

On this day teh garuds and several soilders wehre tring to serpess a riot in one of the fight pits, it was hard to tell the new blood on the floor form the old, fangs clashed with swords, fur with metal armour. Pale blue eyes watched form the shadows as dirty and bloodstained fingers tugged at the tight collar around a pale neck. Curly pale blonde hair like moonlight was matted with dirt and blood aswell.

Tristan bit his lip hard enough to almost draw blood, this woudl be his only chance to escape....so with his bear feet not making a sound the blond shifter kept the shadows as best he coudl as he made a break for it.
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It had not gone as smoothly as the blonde male would have liked.He'd run into a new lookign gaurd, in leather armor instead of metal.
The yougn gaurd had drawn hsi sword when he had spotted Tristan,
and Tristan couldn't stop himself as his instincts kicked in, his limbs changed with a fluid grace that few new shifters possessed and soon as a pale wolf lunged at the gaurd who never stood a chance.

What was left of the guard was unrecognizable, parts torn off and chewed on, blood decorated the cobble and dirt back street and wolf paw prints could be seen sprinting away from the scene.

The pale wolf found his way out of the city threw a drainage grate for waist. Tristan was more then used to smells like this so it didn't bother him at all, and the sun was falling behind the mountains so darkness would give him more cover.

Guards posted on the walls of the city woudl later that night gossip about the white animal they saw darting into the forest and sticking to the shadows soon after.... few woudl even relies that a 'tamed' Shifter had just escaped the city.