Storyline, Oh yeah.

[Avarice]

In the beginning, we were clean. We were pure. The darkness did not surface inside us. None of us even realized we were tainted. If you don't know how to control it, it controls you.

Then the deaths started. Animal attacks, we called them. Of course, those of us who felt the rage, the utter helplessness of losing control, we knew.

The council took notice, and the weakest of us were put into jail, only to escape, laced with hate. Laced with new life.

A disease, they called it.

A sickness of the mind.

A morphing of the body.

A gift.

Now we live in the jungle, with the rogues and the trees. Threats mean nothing to us; we have nothing left to lose. We already lost ourselves.

And so it is passed, from mother to daughter, from father to son. Some are not tainted. Some are clean. We send them back. We send them back to what was once normalcy.

What was once us, before it. Before this plague. Before we learned.

Before we learned to control it.

Before we began to call ourselves what we are, what this plague, this utter remnance of thought our niche has become.

Before we were shapeshifters.

Before, we were human.

Now, we are something more.

[Symphony]

We were here before them.

Before they ran away to inhabit our jungle.

When we realized they were the same as us, most laughed. They had been shunned. Called insane or sick. We knew better. Out here, if you weren't a shifter, you died. We rejoiced when a child was born with the disease. Out here it meant life. Oh of course it was painful, but what isn't?

They came with their rules and their council.

With their sob stories and tears.

Shifters are meant to live in a jungle.

They tried to bring with them their culture and structure of life. That stuff can't survive out here. They still try though.

We had banded together our of neccesity. We had survived so long out here, very rarely did a child not catch the disease. Some thought it had even started with us. Living out in the jungle we were misfits, loners, or banished. Somone just...got it one day. No one knows how. He had been our leader at the time. It took a coupld generations before we all had it.

And then we weren't just rogues anymore.

We were kings and queens.

We ruled the jungle and made the lion step down.

But then they came.

And we weren't so special anymore.