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Meron is my first Kitsumera. I really took a long time to finish him. But here he is.
Kitsumeras are a closed species who belong to Jackaldaw


Charakter:
Meron is a nightmare Kitsumera, who wandered a long time in the World of the humans. He is not willing to search for another master anymore.
First, he know he couldn't protect him.
Second, he don't think any of this selfish creatures were worth to be his Master.

He is an aggressiv and bitter charakter, who barely likes anyone. Nobody have seen him laugh or even smile since decade. Everything new is a threat for him, who has wo vanishe.

Unfortunately his birth left him with a curse.

Story:
His first Master was a man, who lived in the swamp and worked as lumberjack and peat cutter. He did not have a lot of money, but a loving Family, who stayed whith him in the deep swamp. Even though his Master was used to the swamp, often nightmares crossed his dreams and left him shaking and in panic. Every winter, it got even worse.

He always dreamed the same dream. He tried to cross the swamp during winter. It was a cold night and the fog catched every little light and air. Nevertheless, the man hurried. He had to be quick. He had to reach the next town as soon as possible. His little daughter was ill. She needs the herbalist. She would die, if he wouldn't reach the town in time.
With every further stepp he seemed to loose his path. He didn't know where he was anymore. He never saw this part of the swamp before. But he knew this swamp. How could it be possible?
While his dispair grew, the man hurried through the fog, until some pitchblack eyes appeared in the dark. There was no brightness in this eyes. Just two dark holes, who swallow every tiny bit of light. He could hear the breath of the animal. Cold and toxic, as the swamp itself. For seconds, nothing happens.
From one moment to the other the ground broke beneath the feet of the man. He lost his balance. He fell.
The large body of the animal moved in such a high speed, the eyes couldn't really get him. The sharp teeth drilled themselves deep in the flesh of the arm, the man had streched out. But without any success. The teeths nearly cut through the flesh, while the animal slipped of the arm.
The man drowned.

He was not sad. He did not cry for his life or repined. His only thoughts were with his family. His daughter would die without the medicine. His wife and the little baby-son would starve and freeze to death without him, alone in the swamp, while the winter blocked every safe path. He didn't want to leave them to death.
"I just... want to save my family!"
But he wasn't able to. He died in the swamp.

And seconds later he woke up. Again, shivering and shaking.
Everybody was okay. The Baby, his wife, his daughter. But would they be okay if he would die? There was always a possibillity to get lost in the swamp. You couldn't know it good enough to be save every little second. He decided to call for the animal. The swamp himself in the fur of this Kitsumera should protect his little luck.

Three days later, Meron first opened his eyes in the real world.

But as the dream did tell, he couldn't save them. He was able to protect them for years, but in the end, the swamp came and took them away. Everyone of them. Meron was left alone with the swamp. He didn't want to go to another person. He stayed there for months. But he began to starve. A few days later, he saw a litte boy in the swamp and helped him to get out again.
He realised he could not let him alone anymore. The boy was his new protegee.

It took him about 20 years to learn that he couldn't live wihtout a protegee. Even if he tried, he starved. And the swamp did not let him die this easy. It always found someone to guide it to the starving kitsumera. And it alway took this someone from the Kitsumera again.

Every Protegee of Meron was cursed to die in the swamp. And there was nothing the Kitsumera could do against it.
He learned to be better, faster. Learned to fight, to be brutal and stern. Every protegee lived a little longer than the last. But no one could ever break through the curse.
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