Aynur was born to a very devout and dedicated moon worshiping tribe. His mother an alpha and father a common. His mother acting as a kind ruler, and his father an herbalist and lower level shaman. Both parents expecting great things from him. Even more so when his horns began to sprout. Expecting him to become a dedicated and worthy child of the moon. Indeed he loved the moon, and the gentle glow it cast on the moon. His mother hoped he would wish to lead. His father hoped that he would take an interest in his work... or really, anything really. However the male seemed disinterested in near everything. Nothing seemed o be able to keep his attention... except himself. Maybe he was praised and complimented too much, but the male came to be rather vain and full of himself. All the while the male having no idea what he wished to do, but knowing that neither of his parents paths were right for him or what he wanted. 

Then it happened. 

A traveling group were welcomed within the tribe for some rest before moving on. The tribe sharing and trading resources and staying with them in the communal building. Many of them remaining around the fire telling tales and enjoying themselves with the rest of the tribe... and then the dancing started. 

The young male, now coined as blessed by the very moon itself as slowly, his hands began to turn white, could not take his eyes off the dancers. The way they shifted and moved, graceful and perfect as they moved to the rhythm of the music, of the songs that were being sung. It was beautiful, and perfect. As though they were living liquid, and there was nothing that he had ever wanted more. 

From then on, he practiced dancing. Moving in any and every way he could. His mother didn't fully approve at first,bu his father supported him, if often reminding him to eat when he got too involved. Soon enough, however, even his mother accepted it. The moons blessing continued to move along his fur, spreading further, clearly he was doing as the moon wished of him. 

Once he left for his Rite, he spent his time finding those he could learn from, eventually gaining a small group and traveling the toskal world and dancing. Adorning himself in silver and beautiful things, loving to do so.