My name is Echida Sae Yagari. Born in India, October 26, 1887. I am female, with dark mocha skin and startling coal black eyes. I was born as a young shifter in the House of Yagari. I have an older brother, a mother, a father, and many friends from my House and from other Houses. Confused? Let me explain. There are many houses but only four main ones. The first, and most powerful, is Izo. Izo is the House of dogs, that includes all breeds, wild and domestic. After them in command would be the House of Yagari, or the cats. Then there is Ame, the birds. The weakest of the four is Kimo. We call Kimo the DirtyBloods. Why? Kimo is the House of snakes but their house also includes every other reptile, bug, and spider. They are not specific and breed with other breeds of us. That is a law which is not to be broken. The ones in command make up the Council. They control everything about us. Onto my topic. My life was like a living hell. I died at a very young age, as did others. There are only three names I will mention in this story and for this reason alone, everyone died too young and painfully. When I was born, there was no celebration. I was baptized at one week old and given my name. That was that. The first thing that happened to me was when I was three. I had a friend from Izo and we spent alot of time together. We swam everyday in the brook about a half-acre from my house. On that day, my friend had "fallen" into the brook (she told me later that something had grabbed her). She grew terribly sick with pneumonia that night and died the next day at her own hut. My father believed that she was murdered because "no one dies of pneumonia in one night". Many agreed with him but many more did not. Soon after, a woman came along. She was my cousin, Ayashi Kado Yagari. She was 18 at the time. Ayashi was very lovable and kind. She was a mixed skin, pale from her mountain home but tan as she grew accustomed to life in India. Her hair was long and straight and seemed pure ebony in its color. She naturally had green eyes but they would change to a golden color when she was angered. Ayashi was born on April 30, 1871. She was left handed when she wrote and every time she smiled, you could see a dimple in her left cheek. She also had a small scar across her belly button. I absolutely loathed her when I met her. She barged into my life, acted as if she were my best friend, and shared MY room! What right did she have? None! I felt as if she were there simply to replace the friend that had died. I grew accustomed to Ayashi being around, comfortable even, and we slowly became friends. Then one day when I was five, she left. I was shattered. My mother had sent her away because I had grown too attached to her. That was when I began to hate my mother. My brother slowly stopped being lovable at that same time. He no longer comforted and encouraged me. It saddened me, as I was close to him but I still had the support of my father. He and I spent all of our time together. He did his very best to protect me but when we were alone, he would constantly complain about the Council. I didn't really mind until they took him away from me. That left me emotionally alone at the age of 7. Seven! The next four years of my life were cold and lonely in our hut. Across the span of years, from my age of 3 to my age of 11, the Houses of Yagari and Izo began to collapse as their children slowly began to die off. Everyone was in constant terror. We all knew it was a plan of the Council. They wanted to keep our power control in check. At 11 years old, my brother at 15 and a few others around our age, we were the only children left. And at the age of
11, my hut was burned to the ground. Burned burned burned and inside was my mother and brother. And I could not save my brother, no. So I fled. I survived. And I found her again. I was twelve years old and following a pack of wolves in Italy. I needed food and the youngest was my prey. Atleast, until the alpha male was tackled to the ground and slit open. The pack was in a confused frenzy and split up. They ran off and I missed my prey. But I spotted, and recognized, that flashing coat of fur. It was Ayashi, my savior at that time. I followed her back to her small house and when she saw me, she opened her arms wide. That was the best time of my life, being with her. We were happy for A year and half. Doing everything we could with each other. And then the bastard came. The one that deserves to burn in hell for eternity. His name was Cyran Outa Kimo from the House of Kimo. He had sickly pale skin and bright, pus colored yellow eyes. He was disgusting in my eyes but my best friend fell in love with the snake. Witch he was, a snake. She slowly spent less time with me, and more time with her precious Cyran. "Isn't Cy just handsome, Kiki?" or "Oh look at the gorgeous flowers Cyran picked for me". It was disgusting and I hated hated HATED him! One whole year this went on! My patience and tolerance were thinning more and more until one day I just couldn't take it anymore! I wasn't going to hurt him, only chase him off. Until I came home from a really good hunt. Crumpled on the floor, pale skinned, blue lipped, empty eyed was my master, my Ayashi. Two small holes on her face and I knew who did it. That was all I needed to go after him. It only took a few months to track him down and corner him. The day I caught Cyran, I unleashed all of my pent up agony, fury, frustration, sorrow, hate, and despair. He felt my wrath and I told him, before the death blow, I would find him in the next life, and the next, and I would kill him. Again and again and again. I only lasted another week before I took my only life with a rusty razor blade I had managed to steal. blissful heaven followed and then darkness. I can tell you know how much I despised my life then. But it is much better now.....