I don't really know how it happened. Nor do I know what sort of sorcery is keeping me alive to this day. I can recount everything after that fateful night. Well, where are my manners? I am Revenaught a son of the night. My loyalties are to the moon and her soft light. I wasn't always like this, a stag with fur ass black as the night sky. My eyes hadn't always been white like moonlight. No, I was human. Yes I know, you may think I'm crazy but ti's the truth. My father was an Celt, as was my mother. We as a people lived in the Highlands of Scotland. My name then was Liam McNaughton. I can still on special occasions revert back to my human form. But it can only be done on nights of the blood moon when her highness is the color of spilt blood an bathes us in the crimson light of her shining face. Its when i appear the most human like. I can change other times but my ears remain like a stags, and my antlers are still perched upon my head.
Lads and Lasses, I want to tell you my story. It is one of war, dark magic and betrayal. Living in Scotland was hard. Under the rule of the British king the clans were separated and in poverty. It was every clan for themselves, and this often lead to inner conflict. As a young lad I would often find myself spending hours in the fields and woods. I can't express how much I loved the woods or the mountains. My clan had been tucked away in a valley surrounded by the large stone structures and woodlands. The village was composed entirely of my family, twenty of us total. The nearest village was a day and a half away-our cousins of the Mcdoughft clan from which my mother hailed. At the age of sixteen, two of my daughter fell ill during the winter. This is where my troubles began. I had already lost my wife two months before, I couldn't bear to lose both of my younger sisters. When the priest and the doctor could do nothing, I turned my back on everything i had been taught. I went in search of the spirits of old. I was young and naive, too incompetent to see where this path would lead. Searched and searched i did, until I came across an old fortress built by my ancestors. Runes had been carved into the stones of the crumbling statue. It was a mighty statue, of a large stag. The male deer had huge antlers that curled in an ornate design. In awe, I probably stood there for hours. The crumbling building around ti had strange witting in its stone as well. Being illiterate, i didn't read them. Or even head their warning.
I stayed there, recalling ll the things my grandfather had told me about these thing. about the Gods of old and how they used to walk amongst us. I never really believed him but for some reason, after my sisters had fallen ill i was wiling to believe anything. At the statue, i began to say the poem from which my grandfather said was the words of the moon.

"Dea noctis pallida pulchra et candida. Afferte mihi virtutem et potestatem curandi pugnare pro malo. Ostendat in armis O dea noctis me amem. Ego devota Servientis, perpetua et verum ad modo. O dea, noctis lucis claruerit ou argentea una dies Veneris gloria mundi. Grandinem luna! Grandinem eius forma Filium me nocte"

[i/]Goddess of the night, pale beautiful and bright. bring unto me the power to heal and the power to fight for your plight. Oh goddess of night take me into your arms and show me love. I am your devoted servent, never ending and true to only you. Oh goddess of night, shine upon us your silvery light so that one day the world will see all of your glory. Hail the moon! Hail her beauty! Make me a son of night![/i]

The words tingled on my tongue. In those stories my grandfather had told me the goddess had chosen only two others before my attempt to be her guardian. I felt my body fall and seer in pain. On my hands and knees i could hear the tearing of my own flesh and movement of my own bones all involuntarily. Oh how i wish i could describe the pain to you, but words simply couldn't do it justice. When the pain subsided and my convulsing died down, I stood on four wobbling legs. Upon my head were antlers befitting a king stud. I saw things differently, my ears felt strange. I could hear every little whisper in the dark. My eyes themselves seemed to pierce through the dark as if the dark never existed. Before me, the statue was no longer a stag but a beautiful woman dressed in white.

She bent down and kissed my furry forehead. "My love, my faithful devoted servant" Said she "I have heard your prayers, and your daughter will be healed...but you must remain my servant. " She smiled, oh she was beautiful. But her beauty could not hide the strange darkness that resided with her. "You will remain like this till the end of days, serving me until I have no more use to you. Now, Revenaught shall be your name. Go forth and protect me my servant. Watch over the earth on the nights i am not present. " She kissed my head once more before my eyes began to see spots. I remember one last thing, the moon above me had turned red like blood before i blacked out.

When i woke, the statue was no longer there. I wasn't in the ruins, but I don't eve remember leaving that place. I still to this day don't know exactly what happened. But, I do believe it was the work of a wytch. or when I returned to see my daughter, she was dead. My god she was dead! My heart sank i had been tricked! The moon had never blessed me...She had never graced me with her beauty!

I vowed there, that i would hunt the imposter wytch down and slay her. I knew it had been a wytch, i was just too desperate to see it when she had been in front of me. Gods on high, how i wish i could rewind time and fix it. That haggard trickster had stolen my sisters life to consume for herself, and trapped me in her little game. I had truely thought she was the moon, but i did not curse the white lady in the sky. No, if anything this had only strengthened my belief in her. For if she hadn't existed I do not believe i would be able to turn back into a human-or into an anthro like being. She had even come to me in a dream, telling about my abilities. Telling me everything she knew about the wytch. A fox, is what my lady had spoken.

As time passed, i found that i remained the same. Every night i would dream of my baby girl, and how i may have caused her death. I was alone in this world. But, i soon found myself leaping into mortal affairs. When Scotland decided to rebel against England, I found myself heading into battle with my fellow Scotsmen. My face painted blue, antlers high and proud-made to look like they were part of the helmet i had worn. Often than not, I usually was one of the few standing in the end, no wounds or any mark but blood upon my skin.

Years turned to centuries, I had spilt so much blood in my anger that the nights ran red with it, and soon i found myself in another strange battle. While I had left Scotland to explore the rest of the earth centuries before, My senses drove me straight to the battles of Europe in a war known as WWI. Humans had developed these things called guns, which i am not fond of. I couldn't tell you how many times i had been shot at. Black stages with white eyes aren't very common. In that battle, I supported the Germans-I knew a few Germans back in my day. But after that war ended, and years later WWII started, I figured i shouldn't meddle in Human affairs. Especially when I found out about their leader's interest in the dark arts-like the ones that changed me.

For centuries, i looked for that damned wytch, but I couldn't find her. My search was in vain! I would never find the "Fox" as the lady moon had spoken. One night, i found myself more tired than usual. I found a nice thicket to lay, and embraced sleep with open arms. But, when I woke the next morning...i found myself in a strange place. Two statues appeared to me-calling them selves the "Twin Gods". They said the had brought me here, to the forest. I was to be at peace here and rest. I don't understand why they brought me to this strange and endless wood. I want my revenge! Do they not understand that? And my lady the moon...i haven't heard her voice since coming to this place. Only on nights of the full moon do i hear a faint whisper beckoning me to come to her. But, I can not. Oh Gods why do you mock me!! Let me seek my vengeance upon the wytch that disgraced me and took my daughters life as well as my soul! I am nothing but a sinner-a soulless being who has no purpose! By the Gods, will someone take my life and give it meaning? Everything I had done had been in vain. The blue paint on my face meant nothing, I was not a Celt, i was not a Scotsmen, i was a shell. My black hide was stained with blood and the sick idea of revenge. How could two Gods see me worthy enough to enter in to such a peaceful place such as the endless wood?

I am sorry if this story has put any of you who read it off. You may think I'm crazy, He;; I think I'm crazy. But my fellow deer of the endless wood, i beg you to give me information of the "fox". Even here, I want to destroy her. I can not have peace until i know she's dead. I long for the voice of my lady, or the smile of my daughter. The softness of my wife's skin-anything. Well lads, There you have it.That has been my life for generations. Ignore it if you want, I figured someone ought to hear it. I never know what day will be my last.

ut lunae illuminabit te, et deducet vos protegant-
may the moon shine upon you, protect and guide you

~Revenaught~ The son of night