[Maliki]

Sarela:-- ::She tilted her head.::
~My mother and I lived in a small village for most of my life. I never knew my father. At least not like anyone else knows a father. When she died I was 16. She died under terrible circumanstances.~
::Sarela looked ahead and in her animal form it looked like she was about to cry. One couldn't be too sure though. She shook her head and looked down.::
~I see her ghost every now and then. She talks to me sometimes. I went to live with my grandmother and my half-brother. My mother had given my brother to her mother before I was born. We were close, but still strangers. It wasn't until I was 19, that I learned anything about my father. I learned why he left and I learned why my mother didn't tell anyone who he was. He is a, well it doesn't matter what he is. He wanted me to be something I am not. So we parted ways. That's about it.~

*Rok nodded as he listened* I know there is more, but that is to be told at a later date for I sense they are horrible memories that more or less haunt you. But... I too have my own secrets.