[WARNING: MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT AND VIOLENCE.]
Void. There was nothing else it could be described as. A consciousness floated around in the blackness of such a space, contemplating nothing, for it could not do so. What did it mean to think, to know? Such an endeavor would require the capacity to retain information, the will to seek an answer, both things the consciousness lacked. Random flits of knowledge whipped past the being like comets in a starless night, hinting to a life past, one it could not seem to grasp once more. Really, it was the most torturous of fates, one the conscious could not hope to escape from, as it had not the ability to hope, nor despair either. Only to exist, alone in the dark...
That fate was not final, however. Out of the void, a light ebbed, brighter than a thousand suns to one who'd known only darkness. It enveloped the consciousness, tearing it away from the void as a new sensation rocked its mind: pain. The twisting agony of cells being formed from scratch, to tissues, to muscles, to organs, wrapping around bones and screaming at the sting of the open air. By the time the man was fully formed, he was already unconscious from the pain, and his muscled body hit the hardwood floor of a bedroom next to the nightstand, his two foot long, silver-grey mane sprawling around him. Above him, on the nightstand, sat a solitary, black diamond ring, glittering in the moonlight cast through the windowpane.
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