It was no uncommon for the sky above to be a bright blue peppered with white puffy clouds, as the sun’s rays shone brightly upon the lavish emerald fields within the valley. The zephyr blew in such an easy manner as it forced the tall grass to sway back and forth in a tranquil manner. One would think that this vast amount of land was not important, the vast fields were considered a wasteland. Any one on the outside that did not understand the beauty within the low grassy lands had no idea that this place was a little slice of heaven. Sadly though, Nevermore had no idea what heaven was like or even the concept of it, but she knew she lived in a nice place. This was her home and she was quite content. The wolves that lived here were all different in their own way, but she knew she was unique...special...but she didn’t know why. Provider and Protector were in charge, not just in herself and Brother, but everyone else and with the way everyone treated her and Brother, it was in a similar manner for the older wolves. But there was something else that made her different from the others, even from Brother, and she was unable to figure it out yet, but one day she would...and it would ascend her to greatness or lead her to her ultimate downfall.

Today though there would be no lesson with Provider. Protector was sound asleep within his den and she knew not to bother him when the sun was out. Brother was fast asleep within the den they shared together that was near the one that the Alphas and his mate stayed together. To entertain herself she wandered around, following the small brown creatures that burrowed themselves into the ground, amused how they could pop up from the ground in one location and then suddenly disappear and show up in another place. It was pleasing to chase them into their hole, even better to pounce upon one that dared to pop up its little head to see if the coast was clear. As she happily played, as any one year old pup would do, she suddenly stopped when she heard a call that signaled her out, and her alone. She was used to hearing calls for Provider, but to know that one was for her was pleasing and a bit scary. After all she did not know of anyone that wasn’t pack that would not call for her. Nevermore was no coward, she was born from strong and dominant blood, and she would answer the call with her presence, even if she was a little bit cautious.

The only time she ventured out from the safety of the fields was when the wolf of red and white that did not smell of home, invited her and Brother to attend an event in Mecor Valley. Provider followed them to the location, if only to provide extra protection for herself and Brother, but Provider watched from far away. This event allowed the shadowy girl to see that there were other small ones, like her, but from different places. There was only one wolf she liked, the one with the emerald eyes that reminded her so much of Protector and Brother, the one that liked her own butterfly that matched the color of both their eyes, Pretty Eyes she had called him. His scent was different, he claimed he was from the mountains, and they could see his home in the distance. He paid attention to her and did not look at her as if she were...different, and she was pleased to be with him. But after the butterfly event she did not see him again, and she wished she could go to the Mountains. Provider said no and Nevermore knew not to argue with Provider. Standing atop of the knoll she looked down and saw the two golden figures standing along the borders of her home. Her regal ebony crown lifts upwards as her inhales deeply, catching the scents on the gentle breeze, and her snake-like eyes widen as the shadowy girl was elated.

PRETTY EYES WAS HERE. PRETTY EYES WAS HERE!!!

Her entire shadowy frame was buzzing with excitement. The boy with the emerald eyes was here and the young girl was delighted. He had come to her. Ebony legs snapped to attention as Nevermore dashed down the small knoll. As she neared the golden boy her small frame would begin to slow down to a halt. Long lean charcoal legs gave evidence that she would one day be quite a large wolf, but because she was female, her growth spurt wouldn’t appear until much later. Dark ears twitched forward in interest, her dark banner tipped with ebony waved sided to side in a frantic manner, marching straight towards him without a care in the world or that the other girl was here. She was not aware of personal space, no one within Asteraia had taught her of such a thing, and she shoved her muzzle into his cheek, sliding it down his neck, rubbing her forehead underneath his chin, something perhaps lovers would do, and yet they were just children. Inhaling his scent she hissed his moniker, pressing her shoulder into his chest, clearly pleased he was here.

“Preeeeettttyyyyyy Eeeeeeyyyyyeeessss”

Stepping back from him her shadowy frame ceased to stop as she looked at him, her venomous green eyes not blinking for one bit, as she stared at him. He was not as small as she remembered him. The ivory piece of fur on his chest seemed much larger now, and his fur a bit thicker. She looks to him and then her eyes flicker to the one that she did not know. Thick fur along her hackles began to rise, feeling a sudden need to protect, a natural and instinctual thing she would learn to understand one day. Taking a step closer to Pretty Eyes she whispers softly, eyeing the lone she-wolf, knowing that sometimes wolves like these were meant to be destroyed.

“You bring foooooodd?”

Perhaps Taika did not know what rumors lied within the heavenly fields. The angelic faced Princess of the fields, looked so innocent and pure, but she was born from the True Demon of Moladion and the Monster that haunts at this side, a primal creature that lived with such a twisted and yet understandable thoughtful process way of life. The weak must be destroyed in order for the strong to survive, this she knows, not just because Provider told her, but it was an instinctual understanding, a natural thing for a predator to think. Though others would beg to differ. But thankfully Nevermore did not know the means of killing another wolf, leaving that task to Provider and Protector, but her focus turned back to Rhett, that angelic face beaming at him. Taking a few steps again into his personal space she begins to tug on his fur, beckoning him to follow her, and once he crosses the line she feels better now that he was here. He already had her scent upon him, shielding him from Protector, claiming Pretty Eyes as her own. He was not to be eaten. No. Not to be eaten. She turns her head to glare at the she-wolf, not trusting her at all, but she would look back at Rhett tilting her dial to the side in a puzzled manner.

“Pretty Eyes came here...why?”