Character: Ogneyar

I myself sometimes don't know who I am. It's hard to live on the edge of the worlds. To be a wolf with wolves and a man with people. Especially when people see me as a wolf, and the wolf - man.

- Do not think that the old Stupidity does not know how to thank or his old neck doesn't bend. In the elderly neck often bend better than young, right?
He looked at Ornear with a sly grin - he guessed that his young interlocutor does not know how to bow.
Is a great art - also smiling, said Ogneyar. - He trained over the years, when you have no strength to hold a weapon.
- No, he can be trained before, if you don't like to put weapons in the course.

No, any answer is better than this uncertainty.
- And you... you're a werewolf? she asked. Voice did not obey her, and she spoke in a whisper.
- Yes, - calmly and firmly replied Ogneyar. He also wanted her to know. Better turn than the likes of not knowing.

All Strong Beasts the werewolves. Werewolves who are born beasts. Even if a human skin wear, then the spirit will remain in him the animal. And there are others. Born of the people. Those in the animal skins of the human mind and the human soul remain. Sometimes die of hunger and save. Most expensive - the human soul.

Now wolf family a little, and then only in the winter, and as a wolf will smell the fresh blood - he hits in the head, ancient memory awakens, and it seems to him that he is a hunter and behind him is a large genus. That's when he's happy. Because of him family.

Nothing good has itself done everything necessary to apply force! But still the mind would not interfere!

His time at all. That is the opposite. It so much that he doesn't need one. So, how would it not...

- I always need you, my treasure! - Ogneyar caught her hand. - I only you a person. And without a man and God do not exist.

While you're with me - I'm a man. Because you're one in all the light in me see. And will not you for the world I'm a wolf.