LU 66 - Nameless 1

Note: an origin change was taken place. Character was Canine before changing to Lepus.

### Ad Infinitum - Prologue

The world of most feral animals is empty. It's a simple one, involving little more than the bare necessities of life -- reproduction, satiating one's hunger, and protecting the children from all threats so that they may grow and repeat the same cycle. Nameless, the lupine kit with only the shred of intellect to acknowledge that they lack a name, was slave to this same structure. This same hierarchy. This same endless, repeating cycle that silently frustrated her. There was more! There *was*! The extent of the gift of life absolutely *couldn't* be the monotony of what she had the misfortune of witnessing and living through in the moment.

Yet, for Nameless was only capable of acknowledging her lack of name, the sapience to know anything baseline was impossible for the primarily feral humanoid. All she could do was harbor a steady irritation that itched at her core; all she could do was utilize that aggression against her opponents, whether they be predators out to prey on the young, or kin who intended on sharpening their claws against her. All she could do was dedicate her living to protecting her pack's young, all while harboring a dull intent to learn.

Before long, Nameless - the feral rabbit-girl - found herself tasked. The pack lead made it more than clear that she was to dedicate her living to the world beneath the violent mountainscape the tundra-borne lepus was born in. Nameless was to take day upon day, persisting through the unforgiving wintry blizzard-like winds that clipped at her cheeks through even the mid-morning sun -- and she was to huddle down through the nights, burying herself within an all-encompassing blanketing of snow only capable of defending even the dumbest predators.

The trek down the exceptionally large mountain was not one mad easy by circumstance. However, it was one that she was capable of handling - an obstacle that she conquered! The best part about this simple victory was that it not only assisted in evening the irritation that clawed at her subconscious through fights, but it sharpened her claws and instincts in combat. One couldn't ask for a better trade from such a gruesome ordeal. However, it would only turn for the worse...

### Nameless Wolf - Simple, Soulful

There mere concept of a break was one that Nameless was unfamiliar with, as it didn't take particularly long for trouble to arise moments after her landing in the first forest she's seen through her lifetime that wasn't utterly snowcapped and surrounded by blizzard-like winds. The unmistakable *click* of a modern musket had her turning her attention to the sound, and while she was merely an animal at this point, even she was capable of understanding the danger such a simple object held -- perhaps a blessing of her sharp instincts that told her to stand back, but to *not* stand down.

She growled. A low, guttural growl that settled within her throat and told the opposing creature that she had no intention of taking a fight laying down. Her fangs - violent-looking powerful incisors with a bite force to put her kin to shame - were bared, and stern, sharpened eyes were settled right on the jugular of the armored, weapon-wielding being that stood mere feet away from her. The growling was so prominent, in fact, that even acknowledging the being was making sound was something she almost missed. It was... something. The creature was vocalizing, making some sort of noise; but it was warbled, swimming around in her brain and making not the slightest bit of sense.

What did make sense, though, was food and body gesture. Nameless was caught utterly off guard with the act of an extension of his hand, and an endearing-looking boiled egg. Naturally, the wild animal in Nameless wanted to snatch it up in a moment, but caution stilled her movements, a single hand reaching out to meet the gun wielding other's, taking it into her mouth and staring him down despite that. More words. More warbling nonsense. A pause. Nonsense.

The male rose from his hunched position, took a few steps in a random direction, and gestured with another hint of food for the following of the wolf-girl -- something that, with the promise of food, her feral brain simply couldn't help but oblige! The two walked for what could have very well been hours, Nameless couldn't tell - the only indicator of passing time that the girl had was her staying up through the night, guarding the hut the surprise visitor had made within the ground with her life. Getting rid of such an intense protective instinct was impossible, after all.

So much was being introduced to the bun, as well. A strange structure that seemed shaped like a... a bowl, of sorts, that floated within the water she would normally drink from. The weapon from earlier that clicked ominously and gave off an air of intimidation when pointed. With the nature of the trip, it was almost like she were simply venturing with a curious packmate, being shown all the newest parts of her life that she could never understand -- save, of course, for the gibberish the male figure would occasionally vocalize towards her. It wasn't something she could understand, and at some point, it was just tuned out.

What truly terrified her, however, was a towering structure built out of a purple and black stone -- the stone itself was cold, yet hot to the touch, and while promise of food was danced over her head as the other male stepped through the portal, obviously desiring her following, she couldn't bring herself to. The mysterious purple aura that connected the hot-cold stones would distort her senses, both her vision and her sense of balance, just from a mere step within it. It even *smelled* like something she should actively be avoiding!

Yet, her fate was unavoidable, as it seems she was destined to cross the boundary. As if the world itself was pushing her towards the portal with an onslaught of enemies... and so, she stepped through, greeted with -- a second, equally intimidating person. One that smelled... less than here. Unique. Interesting. Different. All sorts of words that she couldn't use in the moment would fit the sensation her senses were transmitting, and with the natural knowledge of her feral ways, she stuffed herself deep within a corner, subconsciously shivering out of the anxiety for the leap she had took.

From a simple life on the mountain, to a strange person, to a terrifying dimension, to --

With the sensation of a hand warmer than she could understand planted onto her forehead, her pupils dilated in an instant, her eyes widening in pure.. shock. Swimming behind those idle eyes, swirling around in the mind that holds so much more potential than it did before, as if the very core of her being received a powerful kick from the outside. Memories were endlessly flowing into her mind, constantly forcing themselves to the forefront; playing, replaying - pausing, stopping, whenever they so pleased. She could go back through the events moments earlier, the words she thought to be little more than gibberish finally making sense, meaning to the vocalizations being said and spoken all through this time.

"You... are special."

Consciousness. Sapience. Sentience. All sorts of words to describe the level of thought that was so clearly different than what it was before - the type of understanding that precedes all of her kin. She could understand the longing in her heart now, the desire for more - more of life! More of the thrill of combat, more of the sensation of protecting and defending others, more of... everything. It was a beautiful, ecstatic realization that was only dulled by the settling fear of the situation she found herself in. With this new curiosity; with this new desire; with this all-too-new craving for the life beyond utter simplicity, she stared into the eyes of the one that granted her this ascension and spoke her first words:

*"Where am I?"*

**"Home."**