Tsuki Enzeru. That wasn't always her name. Neither was Viator Mortis. Let us start from the beginning, but bear in mind that these are from her memory so things will be more than a bit jumbled.

She was born on Earth, some sorry little planet in the Milky Way galaxy in an entirely different universe, in an entirely different time, on an entirely different plane. Her childhood was pretty standard: she got whippings when she was bad, she went to public school, she had friends (both good and bad, mostly bad), and she wasn't always alone. Fast - forward to the college years and onward: she had her first boyfriend when she was 19 years old and attending university, she lost her virginity in her early 20s (it was either 20 or 21, she couldn't remember), work was fairly easy to find despite being inexperienced....That was about it.

High school was where she met her friend Duo. That girl right there had the energy and exhuberance that Tsuki only had bursts of every now and again, and she had them from the time she woke up to the time she went to sleep. It wasn't an easy task for her to gain Tsuki's friendship, as a matter of fact, it took that entire school year and the summer following. After that time, they were fast friends. Often times they drew together, slept at each other's houses, took walks through the tooks, and came up with crazy stories. The types of stories that makes one fantasize about living in another place and another time, but never as other people. To a degree, Duo was just what was needed to crack the wall that she'd put up around herself for protection.

Some time during her later high school years she'd met one friend through another that had been very close. Eventually her close friend moved away to Kentucky and she was left with the other, Elle. They became reasonably close, but there was just something that she didn't trust about her 100%. In any case, it was during this time that things took a bit of a dark turn. With much encouragement from Elle, Tsuki became heavily involved with the more spiritual side of things. It started with white magic, then turned to grey, and finally to black. That didn't mean to say that there was darkness in her heart, but there were some things that required the expedited results of black magic. From different planes, she'd discovered that there were creatures all around her — things that the usual human didn't believe in. She used ouija boards, herbs, crystals with magnetic vibrations, etcetera. Three or so years passed before she finally gathered her wits about her — just enough to break away from this so-called 'friend' and lead her own life.

It was time to return to a state that she was familiar with. Being alone, focusing only on what the day brought, and her children (two little Chihuahuas). Certainly, there was a time that she remembered being happy, but it was so far away that the memory didn't exist only the feeling. The loneliness and concentration were her bread and butter. It was time to start taking those walks through the woods and telling stories again, even if there was no one else to help for entertainment.

It was during one of these walks and mumblings to herself that she found herself in Rhy'din. Entirely an accident and quite unintentional on all parts. Whenever she had taken a walk, it was through the woods on no given path, nothing would ever be familiar. She was a shambler. This time, her walk was uncommonly long and meandering. The sun had already begun to set when she thought to go back home. Back to the house she shared with her father, sister, and two dogs. Still, even though she knew that it would be well after dark by the time she arrived, it was better than never. The unfortunate thing was that she had forgotten to bring her cell phone. Another few hours of walking did not produce a road, or even power poles.

The strange thing was that during this episode of wandering, she did not panic; however, she did worry, she always worried. While she loved her sister, she did not trust her to help with their father. Her father was the only person that she loved AND cared for, he was, to a degree, what kept her going each day along with those little noise makers.

By the time a road did emerge into her sights, it was not what one would consider normal. As a matter of fact, it reminded her of old turn-of-the-century England: weathered cobblestones. Never before had she seen a road like this in all her life, as least not with her own eyes. Still, a road was a road, and it was meant to be traveled. Perhaps she would find a way back to somewhere familiar.

......Nothing of the sort ever happened.

Tsuki was not a vampire by any means in her mind, as in she did not care to feed on blood. — In the beginning, that is. It took time, a lot of time. It also took the care of another vampire. Oh, what was his name? Realm. Realm Incendie. He was not exactly the type of person that she cared to be around, but as time went on he managed to grow on her. More time passed and they became inseparable, together, almost as one. However, he was already what one would call 'Ancient' and she was still newly born, in terms of age. Still, together they slept, together they fed, together they lived. Despite being young, she found herself in his embrace every single day, and that was wearing on her a bit. There was so much more than she wanted to do. Admittedly, sleeping and feeding with one so old and powerful — forgive the cliche — had its benefits. The more she took of him, the less the weaknesses presented themselves. Sure, even now she'll still produce a teeny bit of smoke out in the sun, but it never lasts long. Eventually, they parted ways.

Please accept this apology for the previous inaccuracy. She left him. In the ground. Where he belonged. Where she hoped he would stay. This girl left him ....alone. And she would never, NEVER return. That is the truth there.

Once more, she wandered this place called Rhy'din and found herself becoming more and more at home with it. Her previous life forgotten, purposely, she went out into the world and befriended many folks. She took many a 'lover'. To put things in a better perspective, it would probably be wise to say that these lovers were nothing more than toys to her. Often enough she used them to get what she wanted and when she got it, the relationship was over. Do not think to judge her as a whore because there were very few that she actually gave her body to.

Let us see....How should this list go' She grows weary of dwelling on the past as I write this script. The story in her eyes is a long one, but they're long lost into the bottle of whiskey now.

Oh, yes. The list. These are the creatures, the monsters, the lives she once had: Vampire Werewolf (shifter) Lupine Weretiger (shifter) Avian shifter Elemental Ursan Berserker Angel Power Virtue Throne Seraphim/Arch Angel Demon Chief Commander Prince/Princess Queen Devil Messenger (Soul collector)

Note: Excuse the Christian terms, but she was raised Roman Catholic.

She says that there are others, but those are the ones that matter. Those are the ones whose abilities she kept, not by choice.

Some of those creatures continued to return to change her back to a former creature, such as vampire, shifter, and those forsaken angel-demon complexes.

Always being pulled in every direction but the one in which she needs to go, Tsuki was perfectly happy drowning herself in a bottle of liquor. Maybe that needed to change.

The change from a vampire to a werewolf took a few months. One could only wonder what happened to the initiator since he had taken in a fair amount of her blood.

One thing that she noticed was that while her senses were razor sharp as a vampire, they seemed to be more refined. Colors of the day and everything in general looked to be more sharp and vibrant, scents were more distinct, touch became extremely sensitive, hearing was multiplied exponentially, her taste buds were able to pick out more varied flavors, and that sixth sense of hers kicked into overdrive. That last one was what irked her the most.

What she remembered distinctly about being a werewolf was that her emotions generally got the better of her. While she was one, she was less reserved and restrained. A lot less. One might think that she would have retained that, but she, to this day, fights tooth and nail against being such a free spirit.

Lone wolves are usually looked down upon by other werewolves because they have pack mentality. Unfortunately, that meant that even applied to Tsuki, as she soon found herself being surrounded by other shifters, wolves in particular. It seemed that she was looking for a place to call home and people to call her family. At the time, she felt that it would be best for her to stay away from others considering how the last venture turned out — her as a little wolf.

Eventually, and it happened none too soon to her losing her mind, she did manage to make a little home for herself in the pack of Wars (pronounced: war-sh). Strangely, the name of the pack was quite fitting as they were often at war with other wolf packs over territory and such. When she had been a vampire, she had learned just enough in martial arts to defend herself from someone who may have wanted to do her harm. In this new world, she was consumed by it. Her small stature made for a perfect deception, in terms of werewolves. Most of the other females were much taller and thicker than her, the males even moreso. Basically, it was the World of the Warrior that she lived in, and she had to adjust accordingly. Fighting, however, was instinctual — all that was needed was a little bit of fine tuning, which was well given.

This pack had a very strict heirarchy, to which, because she was turned instead of born, put her at the lowest post possible. The fact that she had previously been a vampire held no sway with them, not that it particularly mattered to her anyway. She may as well have been a live in maid. She cooked, cleaned, and even held a side job to pay the pack. The Wars had a relatively successful business, a corporation actually, but only very little money was taken from the company to sustain the packlands on which nearly everyone lived. The rest of the upkeep, food, and entertainment came from the wolves own pockets.

Werewolf, as she lived and breathed then. A long time passed before she thought to work her way up the totem. After all, it had never really crossed her mind to become the Alpha Bitch, as one might put it. Even then, it was just a thought.

Aggressive was not a strong enough word to describe the pack members of Wars. While they were indeed a tight knit pack, that did not mean that there wasn't squabbling — especially to climb the ranks. Also, despite the fact that Tsuki never made waves and had been content to just live out the rest of her days at the bottom, there were those that felt the need to pick on her and try to make things difficult on her end just because she was down there. Oh, then there were the others who just felt obligated to take a swipe at her just to see what she would do. Those were the most annoying in her eyes.

It was during one of those occasions that something in her head just snapped. Perhaps it was because she was holding back all of her own aggression. Aggression paired with irritation by insignificant creatures that dared think themselves better than her. The rank of the wolf who decided to take a bite out of her — literally — was Beta, and it was a female. For the life of her, she can't remember what her name was, but it's unimportant.

Once that bitch had clamped her jaws around Tsuki's ankle, the quiet and dutiful werewolf ceased to exist. Even though it pained her a little to put weight on the foot with the attached animal, she had no choice. After she planted that foot to the floor, the other one whipped back then flew forward right into the chest of the wolf. There was the sickening yet satisfying feeling of her foot sinking into the flesh and breaking several ribs and cracking the sternum. The thing released her ankle and flew down the hallway from the sheer force. She didn't hear anything over the roaring of blood in her ears. Not the loud yelp, the bone crunching and cracking, not the whining, and certainly not the stampede of feet coming in her direction.

When they arrived she was staring at a wounded wolf growling like a feral thing. She had made no movement to help or hurt since it landed, and it was going to stay that way. There were a few weres around who considered that Beta to be a close friend of theirs. And that only brought about more fighting. In turn, it brought about more wounded wolves — a few dead ones, too. The more they came at her, the angrier she became. The fact of the matter was that she, just a speck of nothing, breezed through all of these hardened warriors, without so much as a broken bone.

Someone must have finally thought to bring the males into the situation because the females started backing away; they must have thought that their mates would protect them. However, there was little more to do since the males were wary of attacking a female, and she did not make any moves until she was attacked first. That was only found out by them when an impetuous younger male decided to take a chance. Apparently, he must have thought that she was weaker than them since she was smaller. No. This little thing was dynamite. By the way, it is worth mentioning that he died quickly, as did his bitch.

Eventually, the little event must have caught the attention of the Alphas, or at least someone brought them into it, because they managed to make a little appearance. The sight of damaged and dead breathren did not sit well with them. However, it was agreed that she would be useful to them seeing as how she managed to take down several wolves, about a third of them in half-shifted state.

Many were displeased with the Alphas' decision to keep her, but under supervision, and made no attempt to hide it.

They intended to use her as a sort of secret weapon. After all, no one knew she had the strength that she did, no one knew what her wolf looked like, no one knew much of anything about her. That was where they made their mistake.

She didn't like being used, unless she could get something out of it. There was nothing to be gotten here. Not for her, not for them, not for anyone. For their mistake, she would do as asked, but when the key moment came, she would drop the mountains on them. And they would be destroyed. Vindictive little thing, isn't she?

Months later, when they were in the midst of a rather bloody skirmish with the next territory over, her job was to protect the Alpha couple. Yeah, right.

It looked to be that they would win, but what they didn't anticipate was an ambush. The three of them versus about eleven of the others. Of course, Tsuki pretended to be protecting the Alphas, but when she opposing pack brought her far enough away from them and were attacking her, she took this as an invitation to start throwing them as close to the Alpha and the Alpha Bitch as possible. With a better opponent, their attention immediately turned to the two who were fighting for their lives.

That gave her the opportunity to slip away relatively unnoticed.

She was away from the pack. She was still low on the totem pole. But she wasn't going to be for long.

Unfortunately, the whole waiting on the perfect time for vengeance had taken a back seat. Way back, as a matter of fact. By her estimation, it had been another decade or two until she would be able to return to her attention to that dark desire. By that time, both of the Alphas were dead, killed by other angry wolves.

All that planning, all that effort, all that time....wasted. What was surprising about it was that Tsuki wasn't angry, she wasn't even irritated about it. It was already done and there was nothing that could be done about it.

As she evaluated her situation, she came to the conclusion that it simply wasn't meant to be her and she was alright with that. It must be said, obviously, that at some point, she became more "zen" between the last scouting and her discovery of that Wars' deaths.

Perhaps her change in attitude was because of those that she surrounded herself with and their ways of interacting. Perhaps it was because she no longer felt the burning anger that the Wars had created in her. Perhaps it was because she simply wanted to move on. One could speculate all he/she wanted, but the fact of the matter was that she was past all of it.

One day she was sitting in one of the rocking chairs on the roof of her pack's main house (if it could really be called that) when she came to the realization that they still didn't have a name. Then again, would it matter that they did not have a name" While she did not have a problem being nameless, those who were with her may not have felt the same way.

With a resigned sigh — as she knew just how much energy this seemingly simple idea/question would steal away — she knew that this was going to have to be remedied.

The following day she scheduled a meeting with all the members of her pack, even the young ones who had been born into this family, in order to get everything in line. She needed to know what they wanted for themselves and for each other. Their pack was still unknown — and she still intended to establish it as official as well as extend the invitation that she knew would cause controversy.

Weeks passed between the actual meeting and the outcome. The younger generation wanted bold, strong, 'scary," according to them, names. The older wanted something that fit their individual styles. The few that followed neither wanted a name that showed unity. Fewer still had even more interesting ideas.

The name that came to be theirs was Praeteritus.

She announced this during a mass dinner. There was an uproar, though she couldn't tell whether it was good or bad. When it was sufficiently quiet, she ventured to give an explanation. The reasoning behind this name, behind the chosen language of it was this: Latin was/is used as the basis for many languages just as they are from many families/packs and Praeteritus had many meanings (I.e. disregard, pass over, neglected, yet it also meant surpass and excel). After the noise dimmed to a dull murmur, there was a sudden single growling bark along with a standing owner. All others became silent.

It was a man, one that had been in the first few to be adopted, one of the lone wolves. "Praeteritus. You've put a lot of consideration into this name, and considering our backgrounds, where we came from, what you've helped us to accomplish. I think you've chosen well, and everyone would agree with me on that note I think." He spoke directly to Tsuki. A small smirk made the corners of his lips twitch — it was a look she wouldn't forget. "And I think it sounds 'scary' enough." This little tidbit was obviously for the children. "Don't you think?" At this point he was addressing everyone.

Seconds passed before the chitter chatter and giggling of the kids started up, followed by the adults, and then a pause before howls came up.

Praeteritus was here to stay.