Eyes: Deep red, sharp, narrow, half-lidded with a dangerous glint. Hair: Jet black, messy short. _ I was born with jet red eyes. Something that was considered to be a curse in our kingdom. The first born child of the emperor turned out to be nothing but a bad omen. So they discarded me. Like a nasty toy rejected without being used. I was a child, yet I was forced to except I wasn't suppose to exist. From the age of nine they start to lock me up because there precious new child was born. Blue eyes. My step-brother. The king didn't even wait for a ceremony, announced him the crown prince the moment he was born. Pathetic. They treated me like a dog. Put a muzzle on my mouth. Abused me. Starved me. Threw whatever they found suitable at me. From nine years I didn't dare learn the concept of love. The meaning of word parents. My body didn't even learn to stabilize to reality. I was trapped. Locked. Shifted like a rag dog. Until I forgot how to speak. After twelve, they started to chain me. And actually started to treat me like there dog. A prince caged in a seperate tower without any communication and burning thought of why life was like this. My brain worked. By my body refused. I was fed dogs food for few months as mockery. At the age of sixteen, I was forgetting to walk. I needed to walk. So I escaped. Wanting freedom. Expecting a different life. But where ever I went, people screamed. They pulled out daggers, knifes, threw things at me. I was injured. Was it my face? Was it the way I grew hairs? Was it the way I was dirty? I cut my hairs with a sharp glass. Showered in a lack. Same. No one accepted me. No one knew who I was. No one showed me what 'love' or 'care' or 'acceptance' was. I was captured. I escaped. I learned many things. How to eat off arms. How to claw out eyes. How to attack. My instinct became sharp like a wild animal. They always caught me. I escaped 12 times. Then I lost hope. Because everytime I tried to communicate. Tried to not look scary. People ran. People were weak. Human were weak. And pathetic. And hideous. And nothing more then monsters. At the age of twenty one. I escaped again. Only for fresh air. To see the outside world. To sleep under a sky. And when I first saw her, my instinct were to bite her arm off. _ She was weak. Weird. Stupid. Because she smiled even when my teeth sank in her arm. I didn't knew human came to forest. She was there. I clawed at her again. Hoping to scare her. She sat down. Like an idiot. She was crazy. She wasn't human. She was a crazy human. And she gave me tasty food. I returned to my temple. Two days. I went back. For her? No. Human are disgusting. That girl was....stupid. I waited. And waited. And she came. One day. Two. Three. Twelve. Twenty. Month. I came back to her. She didn't touch me. I liked it at first. Then I didn't. Then I hated it. Why didn't she touch me? So one day I moved my head towards her. And I couldn't breath. Her hand were soft. And warm. And felt nice. Then I kept asking for it. She called it patting. Four month. I could jump on her, speak words, lick her palm and cheek and neck. She scolded me on neck part. But it was the best part. I wanted her. All to myself. I wanted this human. Specially when she talked about her male human. I hated male. Around her. Near her. With her. She was my human. I asked her to take me home. She told me I would scare her humans. So I asked her to teach me how not to scare. She taught me. Every time she held my hand, closed in, looked at me. I wanted to eat her. I realized in human world, she was beautiful. More then the moon.More then the stars. More then my freedom.One month later.I could stand. Speak. Walk. Smile. I was human. And I was healthy human.Because she fed me.Then I went with her.To her place. I didn't like it.Everything was wood and metal.Everything was hard to understand. She taught me everything in few days. Then I liked it.I read books.I knew reading since I was nine.I leaned fast. Really fast. She went out for work in day.I read. Everything. Politics, taxes, kingdom, wood, people.Then I showered.I wore cloths she bought.But I didn't stop licking her. I didn't stop grabbing her and lifing her up to hug her. Because she was my human. I didn't stop sneaking in on night to sleep with her. Hugging her felt nice.She was super small. And she always smelled nice. And tasted nice.But I didn't lick when she was sleeping.I was a good human.Not until she came home crying one day.I couldn't get hugs.I couldn't lick her palm or arm or cheek or neck or anything. And my blood boiled.I went out.And I killed the one who made her cry.Threw his body in the river. Showered and hugged her at night. I learned people here used daggers and swords to protect.Even tho my claws and teeth were sharp.I started to go out and learn it.The villagers knew me.