Isis was born of Vampire origin, her mother was pregnant with Isis when her mother was brought over. Isis has no knowledge of her mother or father. All she knows is that a man named Henry Faust has her answers.
She spent most of her childhood in the wild, gaining friends and everything she needed from the animals. Yet oblivious of her gift of power. As far as she knew, she was one of the animals. It wasn't until one fateful day when she was out and about with her woodland creatures that she became enlightened of her special nature.

'Twas a very crisp afternoon, not uncommon after a rainstorm. Hunting with Kala, her friend panther they picked up the sent of something unknown to her and Kala. Prey was what ever they could find so this new experience was just an adventure to explore. In a clearing a tall figure stood unmoved, as though it knew that Isis was there. Isis had never had prey aware of her presence before the pounce before. She stayed in the bushes as to study this new thing before tearing it to pieces like the rest of her meals. The figure  took a few steps closer to her then stopped. Isis started to feel anxious, knowing the time to strike was soon. The figure made some strange sounds, before it could finish She pounced toward the figure at lightning speed. The figure just stood there, gazing at Isis rushing toward itself. Isis was just within striking distance when she felt pain throughout her body. Pain that she had never experienced before. Thanks to the Adrenaline in her veins she continued her pursue. The figure seemed startled as if she wasn't supposed to keep coming towards it. Out of the corner of her eye she saw more figures like her prey watching her attack. With a swift slash of her talons and a bite to the neck her prey lay limp on the ground. Twitching and bleeding it made one last sound before going breathless. Isis began to indulge herself in the feast before her. Suddenly the rest of the figures pack started toward her making sounds and wielding weapons. Strange looking weapons yet she knew they meant no good. Running back the cover of the woods with the rest of her prize in mouth another pain struck her in the back. unable to recover from this blow she fell and rolled into a tree. Before blacking out, a flash of light appeared in front of her in the shape as another figure. The pack that was pursuing her had stopped their assault. Isis could only think of what was to become of her, then her hopes rose a little when the pack turned the other way and left. What was this figure who helped her and why... everything went black.


   To be continued...............