Fyroh paused. "Thats terrible!!... My past isn't so tragic, my parents were killed by Xor, but I've long since forgiven him... he didn't know what he was doing, poor lad. I was taken in by a tribe... until we were all cursed to live as animals... most of us were transformed into the last beasts blood we had touched... I was actually tending to a wounded wolf, and blood got on my hands... walking back, I fainted and reawoke as a wolf... once I broke my pendant, though, I was transformed into a furry. Vlaardi can't remember half of his past..." Fyroh gripped Saphir tightly. "Ah, well... it's all in the past now..."
Xor suddenly became aware of something, and flew into the air, studying the landscape all around him.