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Tulay was born in a small village in western Turkey, her parents were shepherds on vast plains covered in rich grasses. Her family was large, a mixture of similar-minded canines, mostly dogs that tended to sheep. However, her peace there was short-lived. On a night like any other, she was taken from her home and her siblings, the plains she knew. Her kidnappers took her by horseback to Istanbul, then away and away, a dizzying journey that Tulay hardly remembered. She didn’t know why they came so far to take her, maybe so that no one find her, though she didn’t ask. She didn’t even know if anyone one else had been taken, they didn’t tell her. She was only five months old. Her journey ended somewhere outside of Kyiv, although she didn’t know it at the time. In fact, there were many things that she didn’t know. She was placed with a tall, long-nosed male who wore a sword at his hip and was covered in padded armor and a cloak that look like it belonged to a wolverine. His name was Borys and he taught her how to be a warrior, but more importantly, a weapon. She was joined by a class of others but she kept her distance. She felt different than them and looked down on. Tulay was given extra lessons. She learned to read and write, albeit slowly. Her brief childhood beyond these walls was talked away, indoctrinated to their will. There was nowhere else for her to go anyway. It became an honor to train with her master's. Tulay trained and learned for six months. She impressed her teachers, she learned how to ride and keep herself alive in a fight. Not quite before her first birthday, she was given her task. It was the purpose they had intended for her. She was to protect the young daughter of her master’s master. Tulay, of course, would have no choice but to accept. Their settlement was ruled by a conviving family of Borzoi, though their lines had been mixed with wolf, they claimed. Tulay knew it was an honor to serve them. She was intended to protect her in all parts of her life. At her side. Tulay was introduced to Mischa Petrova. Mischa was long, lean, and covered by soft feathers of fur just like the rest of her family, a gray mask, white collar, and dark gray coat covered her back. She was six months younger than herself and was annoying enough to prove it. The first year was grueling, Mischa was constantly trying to get her into trouble. Tulay would just stand there and Mischa would accuse her of something. She could do nothing right. At the beginning of their second year together, Tulay saved Mischa from her own horse, which had taken off at a dead sprint. The silver borzoi tolerated her presence slightly more afterward. They managed it for a year, then threats started to pick up against the family. Their methods weren’t necessarily ethical, Tulay understood, though she wasn’t told the specifics. A fire was set in the house and it was the beginning of the end. Mischa’s father became unsafe and angry, always finding a way to bring them down. Those that thirsted for his downfall quickly populated the shadows. Tulay was charged to protect Mischa, not the Lord and Lady. Though, the two were becoming one and the same as things fell apart. They had to leave. Chaos struck in the night. Tulay and Mischa fled. Both were unsure if the Petrova patriarch was alive or dead. Mischa became somewhat despondent after leaving her home. Tulay began to miss the young woman's pokes and prods, it was certainly better than silence. They left via Istanbul, Mischa had stolen away a pair of her favorite horses from the stable and the ship left trouble behind. There were too many familiar faces. It took weeks of seafaring to make it to Lisbon. Tulay wanted to get far, far away from the disaster left at home. They had traded away many of their belongings though Mischa still squirreled away, and thankfully, passage for their horses. Portland was next from there. Tulay supposed that was the furthest they could get for now. After more months of traveling, the sea felt almost as steady as land. When they came to rest in Portland, Tulay could not quite become relaxed. She didn’t like being in a port town. Despite all the changes, her original purpose is still kept with her to protect Mischa. There were whispers in Portland though, of a place that can keep secrets, just a bit further north. Tulay saddled the horses that night. Perhaps the word would come someday, demanding them back. Or maybe they would never be found.

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