Taran

::Within the glen of the famous Ellyon Woods, sat the druidic mother. Sitting there ontop of the green grass, not minding any stains that may dirty her pale yellow gown. Slender arms the color of pure porcelain wrap around a chubby form of a child with the equally coloring of his mother, but wait, the boy's skin was covered with a light coating of soft tawny fur. Eyes the color of fading blue peer up with playful light at his mother, batting a piece of her raven lock with his paw. His own raven locks shifting about his shoulders, his mother's hair or is it his fathers for both's hair was black. That cute face that peered up was the younger image of his father, striking gyspy features evident. In the boy's play, those ebon pointed ears rolled forward, concentrating of that piece of hair belonging to his mother Zion, tail twitching in his wait. A loose white shirt covered his front, with specially taylored pants fitting his bottom half, with a little hole cut out for his tail. Such a happy youngster he was, pouncing and capturing that lock of raven only to make his mother laugh with that motherly tone of hers.::

This boy unknowningly possessed his name sake. The power of spells to do with lightning and thunder. Taranache name derives from the God of Thunder and Lightning so it fits the young man perfectly.
   He was the only son born from the brief liason his mother Zion had with a were wolf by the name of Valerian Talbain. He was lucky that his father knew about his existance.
   Unlike his sister Keiva, Taran was easily seduced into fighting. Actually it made his heart soar and blood pump when he was in combat. He knew his mother's views about it, and that was the reason why he went to his older sister Keely to teach him. He knew with her, Keely would not preach paficism with him. She taught him the way of the elves that she was taught. And exceeded his lessons.
   The only person that could cool him from the heat of battle is just a simple word from his younger twin or a connection of their mind. It was strange but the two seem to know what the other was feeling or thinking.'
   Taran was not one easy to put up with, constantly starting trouble for his dear mother and the man who asked to raise him.
     Taking the unique gypish looks of his father yet his skin tone was the same paleness of his mother instead of swarthy like his fathers. He deemed to keep his raven hair longish to fall down his back to get his own looks. Like his sister, he took their father's unique eye color of faded, glassy blue.