Peregrine is what they call me. The pilgrim, the loner, the traveler, the nomad, the foreigner, the outsider....I am all of these things and none of them all the same, for you see, it wasn't always this way. I wasn't always on the move...I wasnt always the type to disappear just as quickly as I arrived. I wasn't always a peregrine spirit...

There was a time in my life where everything was right...everything was the way it should have been. I had a home, a family, and a tight knit tribe of my own kind of which my father was chieftain and I his only son....his only heir. There was a time when I was a proud warrior of my people. My skills in hunting and combat were second only to my own father, and from a very young age I was honored to have bestowed upon me the warriors mark. I guess you could say that there was once a time where I had it all. Oh yes...I did have it all once...I had a home, a family, a ranking, a future, but most of all I had Love.

Love...its such a powerful thing and yet its so very fragile...I learned that lesson the hard way, and even now as I recall it, I still cannot understand why...

In my eyes, I feel as though I did nothing wrong...but if I did nothing wrong, than why am I here now? I had it all, and now I have nothing...I was a prince, a warrior, a guardian of my people and now I am an outsider....banished and hated by my own kind. The land that once fed and clothed me now rejects me. My own kind which once loved me now look down upon me as scum...even other tribes or small family groups with no relation to my own reject me.

What was my crime you ask? My crime was Love. Love for a woman so great that I couldn't bare to see her suffer, and so I broke tribal law to show her mercy. Love for my people so much so that I sought to change the old ways and usher in a new age for my people...one of choice in matings, one of breeding rights for all, not only a few...an age in which my people can choose their mates without ridicule and banishment, an age in which females too could become warriors, where males were no longer castrated at birth for showing defectiveness or being born unto an impoverished family.

My people didn't know they were mindless slaves...how could they? This life is all they had known...but I sought to change that. I sought to set them free, but I misjudged myself. I thought they would rise up with me, but instead they stoned me, spat on me, called me the son of Ikchmeht, the lord of sin. My mother wept for me, my father disowned me before my people and banished me from my own home....

I had it all once....

and now I have nothing.

From prince to nomad...I wander through these lands searching for something and finding nothing. It's my warriors spirit which drives me now, the spirit of resolve, the drive to keep moving forward and never back down...

I'm a hunter on the trail, seeking new beginnings...a new life, a new home, and a love to call my own. These are my prizes for which I hunt tirelessly.

I am a peregrine warrior who seeks to be peregrine no more...

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