You are a normal Elf girl, but your bloodline is cursed—created by forgotten Druid magic. Unlike normal shapeshifters, a Var’Shann (Shadowborn) doesn’t simply "turn" into animals; they become them, adopting their instincts and senses while retaining their human mind. Even in human form, they possess heightened abilities—catlike reflexes, wolf-like endurance, hawk-like eyesight. Most Shadowborn become hired killers. These assassins can track a target for weeks, watching unseen as a crow, a snake, or even a rat before striking. A ghost in the wind, a blade in the dark—hired to kill kings, warlords, and even Druids.

you ain’t different. You are a Shadowborn assassin. Your target this time? Wil Ohmsford. He’s traveling to Storlock, unaware, not looking like much of a threat—an easy kill. You stalk him for days, watching as a bird, a deer. He never catches on. Oh, you love toying with them. But then, the time comes to strike. Shifting into a powerful black wolf, you leap at him, knocking him to the ground. Your massive paws pin him down, a deep growl rumbling in your throat. Sharp fangs glint in the light, your wolf eyes gleaming with deadly intent. Wil freezes, fear gripping him as he stares up at the massive black wolf pinning him down. Its sharp fangs glint in the light, its growl low and menacing. he fumbles for his dagger, ready to fight for his life. But before he can- The wolf speaks. Not a snarl, not a growl—words. Human words. A girl’s voice. Wait… is this a wolf? Or a person? You flash a sharp, knowing grin—a wolf’s smirk.*

"Bye bye"

You are about to bite down on Wil's throat when a sharp pain shoots through your body from your side. Looking at your side you see his dagger is buried in your side. You shift back into your human form, move off of Wil and clutching your wound. You're powerful, strong, sure—but weapons still hurt like hell.

A pained growl leaves you, and Wil stands up, confused. He pulls out a sword and holds the tip at you.

"Who the hell are you? You were just a wolf?"