posted on Oct, 21 2009 @ 12:05 AM
bloodline:unknown, presumably Ruth
He was a master blacksmith and skilled norse(viking) warrior. As all vikings were well versed in combat it was his smithing ability that he took the
most pride in. Most warriors could not afford swords but because he could fasion them himself, he became adept with there use, his favourite being a
38 inch longsword that he wielded two handedly with devastating effect. It was this warriors prowess that had him selected for a secret venture from
Iceland too explore the mainland of the new world.
It had become clear that Vinland (newfoundland) could not be settled because of native hostility so a dragonboat was sent to explore the mainland
filled with 30 armed and experienced men. upon reaching the shore of what would one day be the southern coast of labrador they disembarked on there
mission. for a week they moved inland seeing no signs of native habitation but vast herds of caribou swept through the area which held some promise.
Caanin was disapointed what a waste of time this trip had been he decided to head back the way they had come the rest followed suit. It was that night
he would remember vividly for eternity.
They had setup camp just beyond the treeline the tundra streched out vast and barren before them. Just after sunset the full moon beaming down upon
them, howling was heard but it was like no wolf howl they had ever heard before and it sounded close too close. Suddenly a cry of human agony filled
the air, one of the sentries was in trouble. Caanin grabbed his sword and ran out of his tent just in time too intercept the second sentry
coward he snarled in old norse To what creature does a Norsemen run in fear of another agonized cry was
heard Answer me Thorvald he roared at the sentry It...It...It's the son of Loki, Fenris, he comes to punish us we
have angered the gods
Rubbish Fenris is just a myth, follow I will prove it suddenly the whole camp was in turmoil cries of dieing men and the smell
of spilled human blood tainted the air. Then he saw it, the beast standing before him moonlight shining on it's silver coat red eyes gleaming the
werewolf turned and looked Caanin in the eye he was to be it's next victim. Unsheathing his sword Caanin charged forward he would show his men even
the mighty Fenris should fear his peoples might. Swinging with all his strength he hit nothing What manner of sorcery is this he
hissed his last words that day as the jaws of death closed around his shoulder. He was not a small man 6'5 and 240 pounds was suddenly hoisted from
the ground and flung into a nearby tree all thought and feeling left him then.
He awoke a full day later weak and delirious from bloodloss and hunger, yet somehow miraculously still alive. His brethren however were not so lucky,
all 29 men lay battered broken and very much deceased amongst the ruined camp. He picked up his sword and began to walk in the direction he thought
the ship was in, a weeks travel away. That night the change took him, for a new werewolf it was a slow and excruciating process he did not recall all
the details of that first night in full wolf form only the elation of running at lightning speed through the trees. He awoke the next morning with the
blood of an unkown upon his hands and the knowledge that he was now a monster, just like the one that killed his crew.
Lost and alone he spent his first century fighting his "curse" and for his life,In an unknown land. The locals would hunt him crieing out wendigo as
they chased him. At first he would barely escape stumbling through the trees always half starved. Until the day came when he found out he could summon
the wolf within without the power of the moon. Although he could not change form fully he found he could pull forth the wolfs abilities in human form.
He relied on this more and more for everyday survival and slowly his two souls began to mold into one being and he gradually lost what little humanity
was left in him.
The merging of his souls Had a direct effect on his physical appearence aswell, he could no longer hide what he was from the prying eyes of mortals.
his eyes turned amber his teeth and claws were elongated, though not anywhere near the extent of his full wolfen form, and his long blond hair was
streaked with black, silver, and red the colors of his other form. He began to terrorize the local populace. His keen wolf senses made him hard to
track and his sword and regen abilties made him a horror in combat. whole villages would be decimated and left to burn in one night. He had no mercy
and no pity, he had lost all shred of humanity. It would be this way for the following four centuries as he made his way across north america leaving
a trail of bloody footprints behind him.
Caanin made his way to the great plains 500 yrs after his violent transformation and it was here that he would meet his savior. It was mid winter and
on the plains there was no shelter and no food all prey had moved to more sheltered places. As a werewolf the cold did not bother him as much.
Starvation, trudging deep snow and the constant prairie wind was what finally drove him too near death. This was how she found him. Akkhina Shadowstep
A sioux women and only daughter of the tribes healer came upon Caanin face down in the snow. She had just found out she was different from her
tribemates able to take the form of a cougar at will she had been exiled from her peoples tribe. she could tell right away that this man was something
other than human and perhaps she would not be lonely anymore if she could save him. Akkhina called upon some of her feline strength and lifted the big
man over her shoulder, she carried him too her small shelter and set to work on saving him.
Caanin awoke looking into the eyes of the most voluptuous women he had ever seen, she smiled at him and in that instant the hidden part of him that
was still human was awakened and he smiled back. he was forever grateful to her for saving not only his life but also his shattered mind. As time
passed there bond grew ever stronger and he would protect her no matter the odds. God have mercy on any that harmed her because he would not, she was
the love of his life.
Centuries passed and as the white man took over north america they moved throughout the continent trying to remain hidden. Caanin could now reabsorb
his fangs and claws but his eyes and hair remained irrevocably altered.
about a century ago they found themselves holed up in a small trappers cabin deep in the north Ontario woods the old trapper who lived there accepted
them into his home even though they were different. He taught them english and of the modern world. After his passing Akkhina was desperate to see
this new world and its technology. Caanin was not, he still looked too different to be accepted by the masses and he knew it. Akkhina left anyways
saying she had too learn more and too see if there were others like them. for the first time in centuries he was alone again
Akkhina still kept in touch with Caanin, he stayed in the old mans cabin so she could always find him, though she never came to visit she would send
him books about history and ancient civilizations aswell as modern science and technology, he read them all. When he wasn't reading he was practicing
with his sword though he never had anyone to compare his skill to, he knew he was good.
Akkhina stopped sending Caanin books abruptly ten years ago and he was worried . Perhaps he should go find her but were to start he had no idea. Last
he heard from her she was sending things from a New York City. He finally made the decision to go find her when the next day he felt her presence such
was there bond that he could detect her long before his wolf senses picked up anything. Why now, he wondered, would she decide to come in person
instead of sending a letter. Though He was excited to see her again after nearly a century something told him this would not be a simple reunion.
[edit on 21-10-2009 by Feral Rage]