Belinore: Child of Emeria, Son of Malikar

The transformation had been difficult for the young boy. Immediately there were physical differences. Small bony barbs pierced out of his shoulders and elbows. His incisors began to grow longer, while his fingernails fell out, being replaced by sharp claws. These physical changes were common for a vampire, however, unlike most vampires, the growth of his new features didn’t cease. Most nights for the first few weeks were spent sleepless and painful. Soon the ridges of his spine began to grow longer making sleeping on his back an agonizing experience. Sunlight became very irritating against his white skin, and his red rimmed eyes.

Belinore tried not to complain amidst the pain. He did not wish to draw any more attention from the vampires or any more pity from his new foreign friends. The worst part for him was the loss of his taste for food. It wasn’t that he couldn’t eat food, rather he couldn’t taste it anymore. The only thing he could taste now was blood. It didn’t have the bitter taste like blood had before when he had bitten his tongue or lip. It was full of flavors and if the blood was still warm, emotions. He had experienced something new and terrifying when he drank the blood from a dying river drake. He could taste its fear and its pain. It startled Belinore at first causing him to stop his drinking. However, in retrospect there was something… alluring about the taste to the young boy.

Belinore maintained his nerve through the study of the doctrine of Iona. He carried with him a pocket-sized book of scripture as well as a thin silver necklace bearing a small platinum pendant in the shape of a shield. When he found himself alone, which was often considering the frequent private meetings between his feline companions, he would find a quiet corner and read to himself. This is not to say that he was a homebody. When an opportunity presented itself for him to adventure with his friends he took it.

The catfolk were kind to Belinore, though he noticed that not many other beings enjoyed that same luxury. He found comfort in their presence and their protection, but there were occasions when he worried about their intentions. The male was stand-offish, cold even, but at least he maintained an air of control. Their were times when Belinore forgot that he wasn't from Zendikar, as his attitude reminded him of so many of the adventurers of the world. Such was not the case for the female, Zelda, Just one look at her and her practices and you knew she was no native. The female was domineering, quick to action, and foolheartedly stubborn to defend the actions she had committed regardless of their consequences. Most alarming was her infatuation with undeath, a forbidden and disgusting abhorrence to those who follow the great Iona. Together they were quite the pair. Dispite being very different, they both reminded him of... cats.