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- Female
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For as long as he could remember, Kalen had been caught between a rock and a hard place. The rock, well, that was his own heritage, his own nature. He was a halfbreed, but that wasn't really specific enough. Lots of people in the world were halfbreeds now. With so many combinations of races in the world it was bound to happen at some point. But no, he was a combination of two races that were notorious for their feuds whether it was political or physical; shape-shifter and human. He was nothing less than an insult to both species.
And yet, in an odd twist of fate - or was it coincidence? - he'd been chosen. That was the hard place. He'd been born with the mark, a birthmark as rare as time itself, a stupid mark that had obviously meant something to someone at some point and it had landed him in the shape-shifter government's clutches. His father, Thomas Thorpe, couldn't have cared as he was some high-ranking official in the human government and for someone to know he'd taken a shape-shifter as a lover would be the scandal of the year, and for someone to find out a child had been made through that fling? Well, it didn't bear thinking about.
Kalen's mother, Selena Noven, was dead and had been since he was a child. He barely remembered her, was the cause of her death - or so he was told - as she'd passed on only a month after he was born. She'd been a leading scientists in her field, a respected and powerful shifter and her brother, Alexander Noven, was a general in the army, highly valued and respected, powerful as well as both brother and sister had been prone to the lion forms. It was for his mother's sake and for the dutiful - and somewhat affectionate - tendency Alexander possessed that Kalen had been allowed the upbringing that he'd had.
He hadn't been a spoiled child by any stretch of the imagination, but he'd not been hidden away either. Not at first. His uncle had been willing to let him go into the training program when it was discovered that the halfbreed possessed the mark if only for the fact that he didn't know how to control the black-haired youth anymore. Kalen had been twenty-five - about sixteen in human years - when he went into the government program and he felt like he'd not seen the light of day since.
Apparently he was meant to fight some evil devourer of magic that was set to come back after hundreds of years just like it had done in the past. Right. And Santa Claus was real, too. Kalen had rebelled from the start, but after a few years - all right, more like fifteen - of attempting to escape and being hunted down, apprehended and forced to return under heavier restrictions, he'd given up trying to get away for the most part. And to pass the time he learned the majority of things that they wanted him to.
But he didn't believe it. And even if he had, even just a tiny bit, he sure as hell would not have believed that HE was the one who was supposed to stop it. Yeah right. Not the halfbreed reject they barely tolerated and wished could be one of their own, a pure blood.
No. Definitely didn't believe it.
His opinion didn't seem to make much of a difference to the shifters before him, though, three different individuals now trying to fill his ears with some mumbo jumbo about readings and something they'd found near the ocean and whatnot. Honestly, Kalen's black eyes had glazed over about five minutes into it and he shifted in his chair after a time, feeling an itch between his shoulder blades that often occurred when he was restless or bored or scared or angry...yeah, so it itched a lot because he had a bird-like instinct to flare his wings when agitated. Whatever.
The young male stifled a yawn, knowing they'd just start over again if they thought he wasn't listening and tried to keep his expression suitably attentive as he nodded periodically. Hopefully it would be over soon...
And yet, in an odd twist of fate - or was it coincidence? - he'd been chosen. That was the hard place. He'd been born with the mark, a birthmark as rare as time itself, a stupid mark that had obviously meant something to someone at some point and it had landed him in the shape-shifter government's clutches. His father, Thomas Thorpe, couldn't have cared as he was some high-ranking official in the human government and for someone to know he'd taken a shape-shifter as a lover would be the scandal of the year, and for someone to find out a child had been made through that fling? Well, it didn't bear thinking about.
Kalen's mother, Selena Noven, was dead and had been since he was a child. He barely remembered her, was the cause of her death - or so he was told - as she'd passed on only a month after he was born. She'd been a leading scientists in her field, a respected and powerful shifter and her brother, Alexander Noven, was a general in the army, highly valued and respected, powerful as well as both brother and sister had been prone to the lion forms. It was for his mother's sake and for the dutiful - and somewhat affectionate - tendency Alexander possessed that Kalen had been allowed the upbringing that he'd had.
He hadn't been a spoiled child by any stretch of the imagination, but he'd not been hidden away either. Not at first. His uncle had been willing to let him go into the training program when it was discovered that the halfbreed possessed the mark if only for the fact that he didn't know how to control the black-haired youth anymore. Kalen had been twenty-five - about sixteen in human years - when he went into the government program and he felt like he'd not seen the light of day since.
Apparently he was meant to fight some evil devourer of magic that was set to come back after hundreds of years just like it had done in the past. Right. And Santa Claus was real, too. Kalen had rebelled from the start, but after a few years - all right, more like fifteen - of attempting to escape and being hunted down, apprehended and forced to return under heavier restrictions, he'd given up trying to get away for the most part. And to pass the time he learned the majority of things that they wanted him to.
But he didn't believe it. And even if he had, even just a tiny bit, he sure as hell would not have believed that HE was the one who was supposed to stop it. Yeah right. Not the halfbreed reject they barely tolerated and wished could be one of their own, a pure blood.
No. Definitely didn't believe it.
His opinion didn't seem to make much of a difference to the shifters before him, though, three different individuals now trying to fill his ears with some mumbo jumbo about readings and something they'd found near the ocean and whatnot. Honestly, Kalen's black eyes had glazed over about five minutes into it and he shifted in his chair after a time, feeling an itch between his shoulder blades that often occurred when he was restless or bored or scared or angry...yeah, so it itched a lot because he had a bird-like instinct to flare his wings when agitated. Whatever.
The young male stifled a yawn, knowing they'd just start over again if they thought he wasn't listening and tried to keep his expression suitably attentive as he nodded periodically. Hopefully it would be over soon...
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