Personal Information
Full name: Ashir Nekare
Alias(es): Ashir
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Species: Wolf
Appearance
Hair Color: Brown
Eyes Color: Hazel
Height: 6'2"
I did not come into this world as a small helpless mewling little thing. I was born pretty much as I am now. Yes, born. My birth might have been different than most, but I still consider it such. I have a mother and father just like most. My mother was the original concept of life and my father was the first red dragon. It was love at first sight for my parents, and they were constantly found together. Things were very different during this time. My mother's people lived within a great circular city with all the peoples that her fellow creative concept had created. Unlike the others, my mothers had no desire to create a new people. In fact, the creation of these other peoples upset my mother whom claimed that her fellow concepts had ventured into a territory they should not have. Things were good during this time. Some might claim that it was perfect, but there was one man--Devaraj-- whom didn't agree.
He was the son of the first purple dragon. He was connected to the world in a manner that I have not seen with anyone else during my life. He decided that the world needed to be rewritten. My mother, the concepts--both creative and destructive--, and many others would not sit by and allow this to be done. A great war broke out. It was one that would cost the world a great deal. The dragons creators--the concept of magic--did not wish to see Devaraj killed. She loved him like he was her own grandchild. She found a spell that would banish him into another realm where she hoped he could heal. The only thing was it would cost her soul. The other creative concepts would not sit by and watch her utterly destroy herself. They decided they would help her cast this spell. They thought that if all six of them participate that none of them would cease to be. They would cease to be, but only in the manner that most tend to do. Their bodies died, but their souls lived on.
My father like many was heartbroken over my mother's passing. The concepts were such an prominent fixture of society that everyone was wondering what would happen now they were gone, and while the thought might have crossed my father's mind his primary concern was mourning the passing of my mother. He decided to take her body into the woods she loved so much and placed her body upon an alter he had built upon her. He used his fire to set this alter aflame hoping to seal her tomb forever. Something happened within that instant. My mother's magic--her desire to leave something lasting for my father to remember by mixed with his fire and his desire to look after her mixed together to create me. I was born within the flame of their love. I was a wolf, but I could talk. Yet, there was much I still needed to learn. There was much I did not understand. My father tried his best to help me, but there was only so much he could teach me.
Eventually, I decided to go out on my own. I learned how to take the form of a man. Than after wondering the world for some time it came to my attention that my bite made others like me. I begun to collect these others underneath my wings and teach them to the best of my ability. This was how the Nekare pack was born. Not all that I brought underneath my wings stayed with the Nekare. Some left because they disagreed with my methods. Others because they wished to see the world or simply because they wished to start their own packs. Whatever their reasons seeing them go was never easy, but I knew they would not grow if I refused to allow them to spread their wings. I keep an eye on all wolves, regardless if they are a member of the Nekare pack or not. They are all my children, and while I am willing to allow them to pave their own way even if I disagree with their decisions I will not hesitate to step in if the need arises.
While I consider all wolves to be my blood I actually had children born of my own loins over the many years I have been alive, and while there is a part of me ashamed to admit I love those children born from my seed a bit more than my others. These children might not agree that this is a good thing. I have a habit of pushing my children born of my loins a little harder than those born from my bite, and not all my children respond well to the pressure. Yet, I know they are capable of more than they believe, and while they might think I set the bar too high that down the line they are grateful that I never allowed them to settle for anything less than their best. This is true of all my children whether they are born from my seed or my bite.
The years drifted by until a new type of wolf came into being. These new wolves were born when witches tried to bind themselves to wolves in order to give them similar abilities as their recently deceased Queen Astrea. Things did not go according to plan. They were twisted into horrific monster that knew only rage. They slaughtered many witches, and this caused the witches to harbor a deep hatred for my kind regardless of my origins. I felt a strange kinship towards these new wolves in spite the fact they were not a descendant of my bite or my loins. No, in a way they were. It was my children whom helped create them after all. I studied there monstrous form which seemed to be a mixture of my wolf form and my man form.
I taught myself how to take this form as I did my others, and I taught others to do the same---especially these new wolves. Due to their unique circumstance there are differences between this new type of wolves and mine. The differences are slight, but notable if you take a moment to study us. Still, in spite these differences I still regard them as family and even my children--just ones with anger issues. The war between witches and human faded away because of my intervention, but the tension between the two remained. The years drifted by until I found her--Aiyana--the incarnation of life and my mate. While I had many children born of my loins I have never felt the need to claim another as my mate until I saw Aiyana.
I did not know she was the incarnation of life at the time. Over the course of my long life I had never encountered life's incarnations. I do not know if this was her first or if I had missed the others. The only thing I knew at the time was Aiyana was mine, and that she was a wolf that needed to be awaken. I have noticed--as I am certain others of my kind have--that there are individuals whom are born with the soul of a wolf to put it simply. It is not a thought we have. The words they are suppose to be a wolf never cross our minds. It is just a feeling. We look at someone and feel a kinship with them. It was that way with Aiyana, and bit her without thought. My thoughtless action ended up hurting Aiyana in a manner that I never intended.
It changed her as I desired but she did not have control over her other forms. I had thought for her that control would be as natural as breathing. Her lack of control might come from the fact she was in denial over what I had done. Whatever the reason it lead her to killing people she cared about. She blamed me for their deaths, and while I might bare some of the guilt it was not in the manner she believed. I never physically touched them. She had been the one whom did the dead. I attempted to get her to accept what I had made her, but she refused. She thought I was a monster and hated me for it. I cannot explain the pain of being rejected by your mate. It is beyond words.
I did not give up. I knew Aiyana could not keep denying the truth, and sure enough she accepted it. Naturally, she was hurt by the role she played in the deaths of those she loved, but she has come to accept that she had no more control over her actions than I did when I bit her. We were acting on something other than thought--instincts you might say. This revolution changed our relationship. She no longer hated me. There was still much about being a wolf or about me she didn't understand, but she was now willing to let me teach her. She has taken her place as my mate. She is not mine alone. She is married to another and have children with him. Yet, I do not care. Things might not be as I dreamt them, but they are as they should be. I would not change them even if I could. I love her children as if they are my own, and consider her husband to be my brother.
