As I stated in my profile, this is only a teaser, and I will not post more than a few chapters. I hope you love it ^_^ Just wait for the book itself to come out :P

Prologue

‘This is not a Dogoro,’ the Shaman muttered with a disdainful tone in his voice as he watched the new-born squirm in his grip.

The baby he held was a half-breed, having both Human and Lycanthropic blood running through the veins in her tiny body. Her stone grey eyes were destined, when she matured enough, to become an eerie yellow with a scarlet ring around the pupil like the rest of her kind.

The mother of the first child seemed not to care as she pushed herself back up from lying down, letting out another cry of pain. This second child’s birth was more painful and longer; but the child came nonetheless.

The Shaman, passed the first baby onto a younger female who cleaned the child; he took the second girl child after the cord was severed and could immediately tell the colour of her eyes – Yellow!

These eyes were not stone grey, or even blue grey – they were a vivid, eerie yellow. This child squirmed with more vigor than her twin, and the Shaman smiled as he saw very small, sharp white points of fangs on the upper and lower jaws of the baby. The most notable thing about this child though was her skin - it was chalk white, milky even…

The marks of the Dogoro Child!

The Shaman waited impatiently for the young girl who had helped with the birth to clean the yellow eyed baby, before she was wrapped in a blanket; then he grabbed the poor child and walked outside where the rest of the clan was waiting. ‘Dogoro has been born!’ he roared.

The sudden noise that erupted from both the Shaman and the clan caused the girl child to stir before wailing in fright. The noise instantly stopped as a man, around 23 years old, came running towards the Shaman. He had dark brown eyes and short, thick brown hair, an athletic build and a tall frame. The man wore the attire that marked him out as a rogue among his kind.

‘Stop it, you are frightening her!’ he growled, looking up at the taller Lycanthrope .

Even though the Shaman was in his Human form, as were the rest of his kind whenever they chose to be, his pupils were slitted in anger. ‘You’d best consider yourself lucky that we are letting you live,’ he snarled into the shorter male’s face.

The man seemed unaffected by the Shaman. ‘This is my daughter, I have a right to treat her how I wish, and I want to hold her, I want to cease her crying.’ At this the Shaman burst into mocking laughter with the rest of the Lycanthropic clan.

‘You are speaking madness!’ the Shaman howled, ‘This child is not going to have the life you thought she would have! She will be the death of you!’ he laughed.

The other man scowled, anger causing his eyes to glint like shattered glass. ‘No she won’t. She won’t kill her own father!’ he growled again.

The Shaman grinned toothily at him, ‘And how do you know she won’t? She won’t even know what you look like! Now leave this place, wretch!’ the Shaman roared.

The man ran quickly - he had to, otherwise they would have killed him.

‘Well done, Thoian,’ called one of the clan members. Thoian the Shaman grinned, but it faded as he looked down at the still wailing child he held. ‘Be quiet pup,’ he murmured. The girl child still cried. The Shaman growled in disdain, Is this snivelling whelp really our heroine? he thought harshly.

They would find out as she grew up…

The war had been taking its toll - the Lycanthropes wished it would end. And so it was, after bitter years of planning, they devised a way to bring an end to it, an end to the Humans and an end to the countless deaths. The name Tahniya Dogoro, their saviour, was passed in secret through the High Princes of the Lycanthropes to their Shaman. They in turn, swore an oath to never utter a word of the fact that this was a concocted myth. They spread the name among their people, on the pretence that it was a vision from the Shaman. Such a thing was quickly taken up, and every single clan began searching in earnest for the child that would grow up to save them all. Little did they know that their beloved leaders and trusted spirit guardians were already well into the motions of creating the weapon.

This would be no simple being of flesh and blood, they stooped to far darker measures to ensure that she would be all powerful. Having grown desperate, the Princes sought out an ancient talisman, something about which only the mad or fearless dared whisper, due to its powers of corruption. But despite the warnings they heard, they took the simple looking necklace, and placed it upon a specific woman of their people. She was a pale girl, fresh from girlhood and barely into her 20th year. However, she was perfect; this based simply on the fact, that she looked the most human of those they could find quickly. There was also no one to care should the girl happen to disappear.

The Princes waited long months to hear from their vessel, until finally, after having sent her away, she returned. In the company of a young human man no less - and heavily pregnant. Now they had their saviour, and the father was gone, long forgotten. The mother unfortunately died soon after giving birth, only able to whisper a soft plea to the Gods before she passed away.

Tahniya Dogoro...

Tahniya grew and flourished like many of the children around her, but she was put through training far earlier. She was taught to master small blades at a young age, before she moved on to larger weaponry. Once she was thirteen years old her Soul Form became apparent in the middle of the night. Tahniya was a tiger at heart, and she ripped out a guard’s arm whilst in her first few moments of uncontrolled shape shifting. She was eventually brought back to her original form, and they began training her to gain control and focus in her different forms. The first was her Soul Form, which after only a few weeks, the girl mastered. It was a deeply personal shape - it would be different to others - and used only at special moments.

The second form was called Deathkin, otherwise known as Deshgarra. This was the most basic form, simple to use and deadly. Even though it leaned towards the appearance of an Ancient demon with its body, it seemed much more like the vicious raptors in the far southern lands.

The third was called Mieysharoa: the Flying Serpent. This was a difficult form, it took the reptilian aspect of cold intellect and threw it together violently with unadulterated hatred. This was where the corrupting magic of Tahniya’s making started to affect the young woman’s mind.

The fourth was called Hiendao:; the Sea-Hunter. This form was easy to control, like her Deathkin, and gave her powerful control in water.

The fifth was called Xenkasha: the Hellhound. This form was the most difficult, and Tahniya had never once tried it. Those working to help her maintain and regain control had warned that this one was to be used only as a last resort. It would be her final defence. Near demonic abilities aside, Tahniya gradually grew to be the most skilled and powerful warrior of her kind.

The Humans should be trembling and would be right to do so. The embodiment of hell itself had been born into their world…