Story story story. What do I look like? A Galliard? Sheesh. I'm not all that good at telling stories, even if I know the subject as well as I know myself. And I do know myself very well, thank you. I hope you brought me something to eat during this thing, or I might end up deciding to munch on you. Really. I'm very unpredictable, could blow at any moment. Short temper, you know. Very short. Very dangerous I am. Ask anyone. Or well, anyone who wouldn't decide to pick on me and tell you differently. Like Shorty, aka Verdania. She's very unreliable, you know.

Where to start? Well, I was born in Springfield, Illinois. I know, big exciting place. Well it's not my fault, I had no say over such things. I was pretty helpless for the first few years, you know. Go figure, right? My family was normal for the most part, although I suppose you could say that that was only outward appearances, at least with my father. He was the one I inherited the garou gene from, after all. So by definition, that makes him less normal than most humans. But then, I didn't know about that until I was 13, when I found out the hard way. I don't know if my father just forgot about the possibility of one of his kids getting the gene, kept putting it off, or what. But there I was at school when it happened that I found out. When someone decided to pick on this girl I'd been seeing on and off. He was sorry, I'll tell you that. I wonder if they were ever able to sew his arm back on? I know he didn't die, but other than that, no idea what happened to him. Never saw him again. But I do know that he had no idea what happened, and neither did the girl. Luckily, right? I wouldn't want that sort of thing to get around. Most people, through the Delirium, tend to space out when they see a garou turn to Crinos. If they didn't, I guess we'd be much more well known. Maybe the guy who started with all the werewolf movies got the idea after seeing something and being immune to the Delirium. Who knows? It'd be interesting to find out, I'm sure.

Well, after that little incident, my father sat me down to explain the whole thing. That was quite a talk, I can tell you that. He'd tried to ignore his garou side for a long time, had been quite successful. He just wanted to live a normal life. I guess I can't blame him, but it would've been nice to have been told about stuff. Anyway, we ended up moving off to Chicago after my father decided he wanted a new start for us all. He told me how much he hoped that I would do as he'd been doing and just forget about what had happened and try to suppress all those feelings. I tried, I really did. But that is not an easy thing to do, he must have tremendous willpower. Regardless, I did tell him I would try and I did my very best to do so. Is it my fault that I forget things a little more than most? I don't think so. So don't blame me.

One day a few months after we'd moved to Chicago, I found out about the garou that lived there already. They'd been watching me, I guess. Had a clue about what I was and kept an eye on me. And then one day some guys decided they wanted to mug me. Pretty stupid, even back then I was on the big side. But then I suppose they figured they had strength in numbers. Boy were they surprised when I broke their gun. With my big Crinos hands. I guess they figured running was a good idea, I would have to agree with that. I watched them go and turned back, only to run into the local garou, who'd been watching me again. They gave me a brief introduction as to who they were and then suggested that I go with them to talk with their pack leader. That's one of those times that my father's request slipped my mind and I agreed to go with them. I found out when I got there that they were Get of Fenris and that's also when I met Frigaia. She was a little intense even back then, but we hit it off all right. I usually don't have a problem getting along with people, though. The Get asked me to stay, told me they'd teach me all about things, and what can I say? I really wanted to learn. So I agreed. I won't tell you too much about the conversation with my father about that one, suffice it to say it wasn't happy. But in the end, he respected my choice and wished me well. So I went to stay with the Get, though I did go visit my family as much as I could.

It wasn't long after I joined that the leader pulled in Verdania. Short little runty lupus thing, but I try not to hold these things against people. We hit it off well enough, and she, Frigaia, and I went through our Rite of Passage together. That was a fun time, I can tell you. Note the sarcasm in my voice. All I can say is... Verdania has sharp ass claws. That hurt and I have a nice set of scars on my side. I still owe her for that, some things even I never forget. She'll see... someday I'll get her back. And no, I don't count that little rescue from the fire paying me back. I could've gotten out myself. She was just faster than me. Regardless, at least I didn't give her the injury on her hand like she gave me the scars. So that's my vindication.

Well, after that time the three of us set out on our own. A nice small pack, though we decided to gather others for it. Frigaia was the natural leader and so we let her take that position. I sure didn't want to fight her for it, even if I had wanted it I'd have let her take it. We started getting others to join, and Frigaia started to really show just how fanatical she is about going after the Wyrm. If she asks, I didn't say that, by the way. She's one of my closest friends and I love her like a sister so I'd rather not have to defend myself against her. I understand her desire to go after the Wyrm, it's polluting the world. I can say that I'm sure glad that we pulled away from the side with the Eater-of-Souls, too. I wasn't comfortable about that alliance even before we found out about that. Just something about siding with leeches who make other leeches so freely. We're on our own now, at least for the moment. Hopefully that won't lead to anything really bad, either. I'd prefer not to have to deal with some of the shit others have had to deal with. And I'd hate to find out just how dedicated Frigaia is to dealing with people forced into Wyrmhood, if you catch my meaning. I'm not sure how that would go and I want to avoid it, both for the sake of Frigaia and for the sakes of the rest of us. Hopefully we can find a good way to deal with the Wyrm without taking it so far. I'd really like to see us back off of the Bone Gnawers, they're garou and I truly believe that they're not Wyrm. Again, don't pass that on. I like my body parts all intact. Maybe we can find a good middle ground to hit, we can hope anyway. We need to start working together and not against each other. And remember, this doesn't get to Frigaia's ears, right? It does and I'll have to start munching and I'd hate to do that to you. That'd be a waste.