# The Beginning

Author: Sorin
Tags: Dark, Fox, Magic, Origin, Series, mtg, vigilante

Sorin Markov and content related to Magic: The Gathering is copyrighted to Wizards of the West Coast.

Sorin (the furry) is mine.

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This is sort of an background story for my fursona, Sorin.&nbsp; If gives a small insight into how he became what he is and what he does.&nbsp; I hope you all enjoy it.&nbsp; Any and all thoughts are welcome.

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We all have a story to tell.&nbsp; Some have tales of love.&nbsp; Some have epics of valor and triumph.&nbsp; I have none of these.

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I opened the door to my small car and took a deep breath of the mountain air.&nbsp; It had been months since I'd been able to get away from the small hardware store and I had been looking forward to this trip for weeks.

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The air was crisp and cool in northern New York.&nbsp; Spring was coming to a close and fall was on its way.&nbsp; But it was still early, which meant that the day would prove to be pleasant.&nbsp; With any luck, the entire weekend would be as nice.

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Having already prepared my pack, I simply pulled it from the trunk of my car, locked the vehicle, and set off into the woods.

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To this day, I wonder how my life would have been if I hadn't taken that first step.

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Three hours later, I had my tent pitched on a small flat piece of ground.&nbsp; A short distance away, a cliff gave a gorgeous view over the forest almost to Canada.&nbsp; But I didn't have time to enjoy the view at the moment; I was too busy collecting branches for my fire.

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That was when he came.&nbsp; His first signal of approach was the snap of twigs underneath of his feet.&nbsp; My ears twitched at the sound, alerting me to his presence.&nbsp; At the same time, a wind carried a scent, a foul smell that instantly made my skin crawl and my fur stand out.

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He was suddenly before me, holding himself erect like a noble on his own land.&nbsp; I jumped back at the sudden appearance and let my pile of wood crash to the ground.

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The human's hair was pure white and fell to his shoulders.&nbsp; The wind gently blew it around his sharp face.&nbsp; And in that face, the most fearsome set of eyes I had ever witnessed.&nbsp; His gaze drilled into me, and for a moment, I dared not move.

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"What is your name?" he asked.&nbsp; His voice was light but sharp.

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I stammered under the question.&nbsp; "I'm... I'm Scott."

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He looked at me, his eyes constantly moving along my body, as if analyzing me.&nbsp; He started to pace in a gently circle around me.&nbsp; I turned, keeping my front to him.&nbsp; This seemed to please him as he smiled.&nbsp; "I am Sorin Markov.&nbsp; You seem... tense."

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"Sorry.&nbsp; Just a little wary of meeting strangers in the middle of nowhere."

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His footsteps stopped.&nbsp; "What do you know about the universe, Scott?"

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I paused, momentarily perplexed.&nbsp; The situation had started strange, but now it was bordering on weird.&nbsp; "Just what they taught in high school."

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"What they taught you in high school is wrong," he said.&nbsp; "I am a Planeswalker with limitless power.&nbsp; I'm willing to offer you some of my power."&nbsp; He held out his hand.

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My breath caught in my throat as time seemed to slow.&nbsp; I couldn't think for some reason.&nbsp; The man's words were strange, yet they held a sense of firmness that I couldn't deny.&nbsp; Beyond my will or comprehension, my hand extended, clasping tightly with his.&nbsp; Then everything went white.

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The light tears my eyes open.&nbsp; Light pierces my eye and I blink, turning my head away.&nbsp;

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Slowly, my mind picks up and fills with the visions I had just seen.&nbsp; The dreams are coming more frequently; they're always the same.&nbsp; It's always that day, always that same offer.

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I turn and let my feet touch the floor.&nbsp; A cold chill travels from the wood through my pads and into my legs.&nbsp; I ignore it.&nbsp; Something stirs on the bed behind me and I look over my shoulder.&nbsp; It's just one of Harly's whores that I bedded earlier in the day.&nbsp; I ignore her as well.

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Within minutes, I'm on the rooftops looking over the bright city.&nbsp; My straight black coat falls around my crouched body, combining with my black clothes to hide me from anyone that would chance to look up.&nbsp; It's a good night for hunting.

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But even though it's good, my mind doesn't leave my dreams.&nbsp; Markov always said that nothing happened without purpose. &nbsp;A simple breeze could be the warning of a fireball.&nbsp; The crunch under your foot could be a slingbow trap.&nbsp; So what was the purpose of the dream?

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A far-off cry touches my ear.&nbsp; My senses focus, traveling through space, ignoring everything else.&nbsp; Running... &nbsp;Screaming...&nbsp; A knife blade...

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I turn from the lights of the city, running across the rooftops.&nbsp; The gaps are nothing to me.&nbsp; My mind is already dipping into the dark, recessed area of my mind where the world does not matter.

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The scene below me is taken in in a moment.&nbsp; He has a knife to her throat and she's stripping, currently working on her pants.&nbsp; I glance at the shadows and through the rest of the alley.&nbsp; There's no one else around, which means this is a solo job.&nbsp; I chuckle lightly.&nbsp; This man is a fool to do such a task alone.

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"You should have gone to a whorehouse if you wanted to score."

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The man turns suddenly, pulling the woman with him, and looks up.&nbsp; "What the fuck?&nbsp; Get out of here."

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I let my body lean forward slightly.&nbsp; I fall, my coat flying around me like wings.&nbsp; When my feet hit the ground, I crouch, letting the impact disperse through my body.&nbsp; The action that some would consider suicidal clearly throws the attacker off-guard because he steps back with wide eyes.&nbsp;

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His arm goes slack for a moment and the woman takes the opportunity to turn and run.&nbsp; He starts after her, but I move quickly to grab his jacket and throw him against a wall.&nbsp; His body slumps lightly.

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I turn and start to walk away.&nbsp; "Do a better job next time.&nbsp; I prefer a challenge."

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Something cold and hard pierces my shoulder.&nbsp; I stop and turn, looking into his wide eyes.&nbsp; My hand reaches over my shoulder and painlessly pulls out the knife.&nbsp; "That was a bad idea."

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The man starts to panic and runs.&nbsp; I give him a second's start before I rush forward and grab his hair.&nbsp; His head snaps back as he slows to a stop and screams.&nbsp; "People like you make me sick.&nbsp; If you're going to whore, do it honestly."

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My hand begins to glow black.&nbsp; His hands clutch at mine, trying to break my grip on his hair, but it's useless.&nbsp; White lines start across his head and spread downward.&nbsp; There's a crackling like breaking glass as his squirms gradually slow.&nbsp; The sound grows until the crack-like lines cover his body and he's frozen in a silent scream.&nbsp; His body breaks, falling like shards towards the ground that vanish before they're able to clink against the concrete.

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For a moment, the air is silent.&nbsp; My heart slows until the sounds of the city once again reach my ears.&nbsp; In the dim light, I look at my claws, which have a few drops of blood on them.&nbsp; I bring my claws to my mouth and lick the blood.&nbsp; An iron taste fills my tongue.

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A good hunt.&nbsp; Why do I dream?

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So?&nbsp; More?&nbsp; I have some other plans if you want it.

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