I don't understand it. I loved my parents with a ferocity that could consume the world. For so many days me and my mother had snuck off to the fields to race one another as I grew, my legs lengthening and my figure slimming. Together we were the wings of the wind. I loved those days. I missed them severely and I had been heart broken when mother had told me of their plans. They had gone into the world to roam as was their desire and I had stayed behind in Taviora with my two brothers, Alistair and Alexander, turning my attentions to them because I needed some outlet. I was a high-maintenance sort of wolf, flashing myself around with exaggerated ease. Compliments were the sustenance I thrived upon so I strove to receive them with incredible fortitude. Constant grooming took a toll, you know, and perfection was not achieved by the lazy.

Today, however, I felt off. I was mad and hurt and confused. I had rounded up the boys - save for Alistair, who hadn't seemed to want to wait - and we had visited Glorall where mother and father had settled down surprisingly. It already rubbed me raw that they had chosen another place after claiming the need to wander but what REALLY did it was arriving to find I had two new siblings. Not only that but there was another GIRL. NO. FREAKING. WAY. To say that I was the jealous type was an understatement. I hated that white girl with her floppy ear immediately because I had seen the way Natu looked at her. Samia had stolen that look from me and mother... she had lied.

I hadn't said anything too rude there before taking my leave, refusing to even see my brothers in the days after that debacle. It stung something fierce. I had never felt particularly close to my father, despite my love for him, for he seemed to enjoy Alex's presence above the rest of us. That was fine with me because Natu, she was mine, I was her special girl. Not anymore.

The valley had presented itself as an escape for me. It also aired memories in my head of racing the alabaster figure that was my mother, my own dark red and black hued body flying in sync with hers. Today I run, imagining she is next to me and not playing with my new sister. My pale eyes seem to run between blue and green today, almost appearing a gray in their opacity, but maybe that was just my anger shining through. I am one with the wind, flying freely over the earth, and I spy the cream colored boy trotting in wildflowers. He is... striking against the backdrop, and I am startled enough to slow my reckless pace to a graceful lope, instinctively posing my body in a more sensual manner that is meant to play up my beauty.

"I remember you." The words drop from my lips before I even realize I said them, my voice high and girly, and I blink in surprise because I DID remember him. He was the Prince of Asteraia. Of course, it is the Prince part that matters most to me. "Where have you been? I am being forward but that is my nature and besides, we were practically best friends since we once lived in the same kingdom right???