Araile laid down on the bed on her side, head in her hand she looked at Darrken. "Okay, well its hard to know where to start, but you have gathered by now that I am at best a few centuries old? 100 years ago I fleeing from a countryside kingdom that had decided that hunting me down and killing me was better than having me live around them, I fled to an island called Temult. I stayed there in the shadows and hidden for about a week, if that. During a nightly hunt, I saw a fire being cast on the walls of a cave, I ventured in and came face to face with someone that I would rather never meet again. His name is Foiend, he is the most powerful wizard that I have ever had to come across in my lifetime. He has a sickening blood lust for me, he wants my shape shifting ability, and I have done some extensive research on it, because I know he has and what I have found I do not like. He plans to cut out my heart while I still live and while it still beats, and ingest it. He then tends to slice me open til every last bit of my blood has been drained from me, then he will bathe in it. This is the only way to steal a shape shifters ability, that I have been so lucky to find, which means if he ever finds me, he will kill me. He has come damn close a time or two, I can normally feel his presence but these last couple times were extremely close calls, I think he is learning to shield himself from everyone around me." Araile looked at Darrken, "Im afraid that if he finds me, something bad will happen to you too, and I cant handle that, I feel so much for you already, like we were meant to find each other at some point...I just don't want anything to happen to you."