OOC: This story takes place about a thousand years ago, right after the Elves left the lands.
BIC: Kariska walked through a field south of the lake called Lunar. This was the land of Zaridia. His people had abandoned him, leaving him alone. There was no longer any one of his race in the entire lands even in Eselbrador and beyond. Even if he could find where they went, he wasn't interested. Right now, he was reveling in his new freedom. The others weren't around to hamper him anymore. He could finally do as he pleased, with no one to stop him. There was the matter of him, who was stuck in his head, but he could ignore that for a few hundred years.
After the others had left, Kariska had decided to establish an empire. He would rule it and make it one of the greatest ever to be known. With the mountains to the north and circling around to the east, the Enchanted Forest to the northwest and to the west, Zaridia was nigh impenetrable excepting from the south. From the south, there was a pass through the extremely large mountains, but he could establish a fortress to protect that area. He laughed out loud, startling a fox. He had all the time in the world. He was immortal and naught could stop him from taking what he wanted. True, there was the possibility of being killed, but other than that, nothing could harm him. He just had to be careful. Kariska smirked evilly at the fox and then suddenly burst into his truest form. An aura of power enveloped him, his hair became a blazing flame, his steel covered nails grew ten inches long and his serrated teeth grew into long fangs. Bolts of lightning spewed from his eyes as he laughed in absolute pleasure with his immense power. Kariska began to lift off the ground and part of his aura became wings. Psychic power overwhelmed the surrounding area. The fox's eyes turned pure white, blood came out of it's nose, mouth and ears. To any other form of sentient life, besides those he protected with his mind and those of his race, his truest form burned out all senses of any creature and they die. The fox fell over dead as every single nerve cell in its body burned up. Kariska contained his form, with some difficulty and fell to the ground. It was difficult to contain his true form, especially at its most powerful and containing it after an outburst such as that took quite an effort. He got up to his feet and examined the dead fox. It's body was now tainted by the evil that had touched it, and any who ate it would die. Kariska laughed again and walked on.
Fairly soon, he heard the noise of battle and he rushed forward to see what the commotion was about.