It was another whisper that bought me here today, another of Grandfathers stories that he told me alone and in the dark when the moon was full and the stars were bright. He told me lots of things and I wondered, often, if he told the others or only me- he never said and I never asked. I suppose I didn’t matter really. They called themselves Demons once he said, the wolves of this land, even if they never truly had been- at least, not in the way Heyel had said Demons truly acted, they were pretenders, pale in the eyes of a true Demon. He gave me a name, one I tucked away to be remembered later as I made my way over the hills and down lower and into the swamps and marshes. He had known I would go, he had known I would be unable to resist seeing the swams for myself- though it would not be till years later that I learned the true intentions of Heyels teaching methods, my mind still far too young to truly appreciate the real meaning behind his stories and the real lesson to be learned. As far as I knew I had come to see a different land, a strange and exotic place.

And one I was never coming back too.

I had taken no more than three steps, maybe four, my right paw slipping suddenly from the path to dip within the cool, muddied waters beside it, a yelp that was far to unmanly to be my own passing from my lips as I hurriedly pulled my small paw back in horror, the white and silver of my fur stained brown as it clung to each fur. I felt the violet and gold of my gaze widen in slight disdain at this discovery, my attempts to shake the mud loose doing little more then flinging it about in every direction. This….this was what hell must look like for anyone born with white fur. I could almost feel the dirt spreading I was sure of it, eyes rapidly searching for any sort of waterfall or flowing stream, loping further into the pack land and towards the rushing sound before I was rewarded with a faster moving part of the swamp, a tiny trickle and yet enough to place my paw beneath in an effort to clean it. I had come here to see the swamp wolves- I refused to arrive looking, I don’t know, sub-par.

“I wonder if that stains.”

My words were spoken to no one in particular, silver-tainted features frowning slightly as I moved to shake my limb once more in an effort to dry it out before lifting myself back to my paws, eyes moving to peer around at the land I had found myself within. It was cooler then home, damper but not unpleasant aside from the mud that had so viciously assaulted me. Grandfather never did warn me of that. I scowled briefly at the thought before my russet hued ears pricked forward at the sounds of voices in the distance. I know it is wrong to trespass into another pack, but I was hardly here to take over it, in fact, I had no interest in ever adding this one to my personal collection but that didn’t mean I couldn’t have allies here, friends, those who could teach me about it. Knowledge is power as they say. I moved to head in the direction of the voices, each limb moved with the easy grace of my blood, white fur very near aglow within the gloom before my forward motion was suddenly and entirely halted- by the discovery of….something.

I had never really seen a mushroom before, at least, not one this big. It was….like a very small tree or a sort of…squishy flower, I honestly don’t know and yet there it stands. Did they know about this strange plant? Was this pack even aware it was harbouring some sort of…flower imposter? I wonder if I could make these grow in Hyrule Field. I managed a grin of sorts at that, head turned slightly to assure no one was watching before I moved to lower myself to the ground to get a better look at the strange plant, one paw reaching forward ever so slightly to ump against it. It was…soft. I wonder if you can eat it- maybe I should wait for someone to come by and test it for me, after all, someone so handsome as myself should not be put a risk now should they? I just had to wait for someone to come along.




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The Once and Future King