I awoke on the hard ground, all around me were corpses, the smell almost unbearable, the smell of iron was enjoyable, but the rot wasn't, as I looked at myself, I realized, my clothes looked different from the two sets of designs on the other bodies, I also wasn't wounded.
"Who am I?" I wondered aloud "wait... What am I?" I rechecked myself and saw pale skin, more hair than on the other bodies, a set of rags for clothes was all I had, as I rubbed a piece of armor clear enough to see myself, a face with handsome looks, messy light blue hair with red here and there, ears atop my head looking like that of a canine, eyes red as blood returning my stare, for a moment when I opened my mouth I saw fangs.
Suddenly flashes appeared in my mind giving me a headache, but these flashes were familiar, after some time groaning some of the flashes became clear, I was a crossbread between a vampire and werewolf, rejected by both, by the name of Logan, I stumbled to my feat just to fall.
"Hey, are you alright?" I heard the voice of a man, when I look to see the speaker, I felt thirst and hunger, as I stumbled to him my eyes get redder, "h-hey, you okay?" He says before I tackle him to the ground "n-no, please!!" He cries as he sees my eyes and fangs, but I can't hear him at this point, all I can think about is my desire to feed on him, as my teeth sink into his tender neck, and I tast his intoxicating blood.
I continue to suck as much as I can, the man squirming and trying to escape, but I keep getting stronger, making it harder for him squirm, I drain him of his blood but still feel hungry and start to bite into his flesh and consume it, a few sounds go off in my head but I don't notice. By the time I come back to myself I realize what just happened, I ate the man, and yet I want more, I shake these thoughts away as I get up.
I decide to scavenge weapons from the corpses and find two swords that almost call to me, like a pet seeing it's master return, one a bastard sword that stands out from the ordinary, mass-produced swords, appearing to be a combination of a falchion and katana, the pomble looks similar to a beast tail, the handle's shape reminded me of a wolf in a sprint, the crossgarde shaped like a wolf's head with the quillins like a maw spread impossibly wide open, the blade a red colour and black etching along the ricasso that originates from the crossgarde appearing to be the tongue of the beast. The other sword was similar in design, but it's appearance was it's own, the pomble like that of land pulled from the ground, the handle shaped reminiscent of a man's body, dressed in a suit and cloak, the quillins looking like vampire fangs, the black was black with red etching of a bat on the ricasso.
As I grabbed the swords I recalled the flashes, a few more became clear, I forged these blades, formed their souls in battle and they formed their bodies. "Release" I muttered to the blades, and slowly the forms shift, eventually I'm greeted with the sight of two companions, a wolf and man in butler's attire and cloak, both bow to me, and say "we greet our master, lord and alpha." They rise and see my odd expression, the butler seems to think of something and frowns, "Master, have you damaged your soul again?" He asks and I stare at him, confused, "damaged my soul? Again?" When he hears that he sighs and requests to examine me, when I nod, he approaches and lays his hands on my temples, an odd sensation enters me through his hands and he looks a little upset at me for something, "At least it's not as bad as last time, your main personality is still mostly there, as well as abilities... Hmm, I'll try to fix the memories of things with utility first like smithing." After a moment the odd sensation rushes to my head and causes a larger headache than the flashes, I barely hold in my painful cries.
When the butler like man steps away I callapse to the ground as more flashes appear, but this time I understand them all, I relearned talents such as leather working, and how to utilize my racial abilities, among other things.
While this happened, the wolf went and retrieved a dagger, and suitcase, the dagger's handle looked like a fairy, the small quillins like her wings, and the blade was white and illusory, as though magical in nature, and finally, the suitcase didn't look special, but also didn't look ordinary. I grabbed the dagger and similar to the swords, I remembered making the dagger, forming the soul, but just like with the blades, I don't recall my relationship with the soul in the weapons. "Release" I mumble to the dagger, somewhat mentally drained, when the word left my mouth, the dagger transformed into a fairy, she flew around my head for a few laps before looking at the butler and asking "what's wrong with him?" The butler glanced at her and said, "he damaged his soul and and I helped return his utility memories, however I'm not as talented as you when it comes to the soul and mind so I had to be a bit rough with him, his mind seems to be more damaging than I predicted or else he'd not be so affected." The butler then bowed to me and apologized, I waved my hand to indicate that I don't mind, even if I was on the verge of passing out.
The fairy still seemed concerned and came up to me requesting to take a look as well, and I shrugged, she landed on my head and a similar odd feeling to the one the butler used entered my body, but this one was more soothing and gentle, she then glared at the butler, "'a bit rough' my ass, you could have done more damage to his mind or completely broke it with your treatment... Hmm master if you want, I can use my treatment however due to the damage and rough manner your mind was treated, doing so now could be dangerous." The fairy explained, I pondered for a bit and decided it could wait and asked for their names, the butler replied, "you named me Gram, the wolf Fenrir, and the fairy Alette."
"I see" I reply to Gram, "then shall we get moving?"
"If that's what you desire master" the three say in unison, Fenrir picks the suitcase up and Gram helps me walk as we start traveling.