The air is heavy as you make your way through unknown territory, as you pause to sniff the air a drop of rain falls onto your nose. It is soon followed by another and another and soon the rain is pelting down in sheets, soaking you to the bone. The clouds are an angry purple and the menacing drumming of thunder rolls over the sky. Squinting your eyes against the blinding water you find yourself at the edge of a large, dark pine forest. You are too desperate for shelter to notice the scents that mark the border and plunge in, and nearly into the chilly stream that runs through the territory. You veer away and as you are shaking the water out of your fur you notice a large pair of icy blue shards gazing at you. The storm has passed now and beams of sunlight filter through the thick canopy of pines, illuminating a massive male wolf not three feet away from where you stand.

His pelt looks like a bad patchwork job of black and white and beneath them you see large, hard bands of steely muscle and you know this is a warrior for his torso is marred with many battle scars. His banner curls over his back and his lips are drawn, exposing sharp ivory daggers. When he speaks his voice is deep and dominant, like the thunder you so recently heard.

"Wolf, you have found yourself in the terra of the Andere Seite Pack. I am Eclipse, king of this land."

It is only then that you notice another pair of lanterns gleaming in the penumbra and a dark-pelted fae slinks out into the clearing to stand next to the king, her own banner waves and her green and blue eyes bore into you. She is the same size as most males and a crisscrossing pattern of scars show that she too can take care of herself. Her voice is cold and has a snake-like sound to it yet you can see they are both fair rulers.

"And I am Nephthys, queen of Andere. We don’t care much for strangers so you must make your choice, Submit to us now or flee our lands and never return. If you fail to do either you will have little time left to regret it."

The formidable pair pierces you with their gaze and you feel as if all your secrets spill out before them. You are left with a decision now. Will you submit and take refuge in this dark forest or will you flee and never know what secrets these trees hide? Make haste, you can see that the pair grow tired of waiting.

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It's Suppose To Be This Way Right?
The Prince Kills The Evil Creature
Sweeps The Maiden Off Her Feet
A Fairytell's Happy Ending Perhaps?

Once the alpha or alphas left with the traitorous Kenji, Firestorm went to where she left Beowulf. Emerald orbs were full of cold fury, she had even called him and treated him like a friend. Hell the alphas at the time even gave him a second chance. So why go and betray them now? Only Kenji will know that, but Firestorm was still furious. The grey fea's attention turned back to what she was doing right now. Her paws went down the familiar path that she walked at least three times a day, sometimes even more. She wondered if perhaps Esper had returned during her recent abscence. Her son had vanished since last time she saw him, and had ignored or couldn't respond to her previous call. Perhaps he was grieveing, and so she hadn't called or looked for him. Esper knew where she was if he needed her. This path had become so familiar to her now, she knew every holes, mounds, and what nots there. The same one that fate had her take the day she first found her mate hurt by the lynx. A sigh escaped her maw as she made it about half way back to where she left Baroq lifeless looking body. That was when she heard a familiar howl, even how pathetic it was, she still would know it from anywhere. Oh god, please no! She hadn't been there with him, when he woke up, if he did. Please let him have woken from his dreadful slumber. He was most likely confused and searching for everyone. Worry replaced her longing look that had been on her face for so long. So long that it seemed carved on her face.

Please don't let it be my mind playing tricks on me was her next thought, and it wasn't even half way done before she began to run full out. Her paws were weary from lack of sleep and food, but she forced herself on anyways. She wouldn't be able to handle it if this was some kind of fragment of her immagination. No it would surely kill her, or at least send her into a crazy fit. Her own appearance had changed over the time Beowulf had been asleep. Her fine gray pelt became ragged of long times of no grooming what so ever. Emerald orbs shown her lack of sleep as clear as if she had said so. Due to lack of eating she looked more thin and small than her usual appearance. Puffing she entered the clearing, her lampages searching for one familiar figure, and the only one she cared for. She didn't see him in the place where she left him earlier, and it nearly tore her heart right than and there. Where in the hell was Beowulf? She looked around more closely as if maybe she saw him, but not really realized it then. That was when she heard the barks, loud ones, and than she saw Beowulf himself sitting where he was. As if in a trance her legs approached him stiff mannered, her pelt bristling in some places. Simply out of intense joy and shock. He had woken, truly woken up from his coma!

Her face held such a joyful expression that she looked like a innocent pup once again. Maybe she looked like a youngster again, but her attitudes and reactions have changed in some places. Emerald orbs seemed to hold a new twinkle in them as she neared his side from behind. His scent was blowing toward him, so he most likely wouldn't notice her scent. She enhaled his scent like it was a beautiful fragrance, that she could never forget. Indeed she would never forget it. Her head came to his right shoulder now, and she was careful as she brushed it against him so not to hurt him or startle the life out of him. A giggle escaped her before she even knew it. It sounded as if she was laughing and crying at the same time. In a way she was. Laughing death in the face for it hadn't taken him from her, and crying from such bliss that filled her body. Oh my dear, what took you so long in wakening she thought, but she could ask that one later, much later indeed. For now she simply needed to know that he was alright, and let him know how much she cared. For what if she didn't get the chance next time? So many times this came to her mind during his coma, and she used to whisper sweet little things in his ears as she stayed near him. It had felt like a one way conversation, but perhaps he had heard her anyways.

"Are you okay..? I've missed you so much. My handsome prince it's good to see your eyes again. Those wonderful blueish hazel orbs that send me into such wonderful shock. Sometimes it even seemed like I'd never see them staring at me again...Gosh am I glad I was wrong, but I never gave up hope on you..."

Realizing that she was rambling on she stopped to stare at him, waiting for his voice to come to her. She would understand if he didn't though, maybe he was too weak to speak right now. A tear escaped her eye, as more threanted to come in a rush. Standing as close as possible to him, her pelt brushing his each time she breathed, she began to groom his pelt like she usually did when he slept in that horrible coma. She waited for his answer, half praying that this wasn't a dream. If it was, let her never wake, even if it kills me later she begged. Let me have these last moments of peace, but somewhere in her mind told her this was no dream. It was real, as real as crying she thought, her heart beating wish such force it felt like it would explode out of her chest. That would be fine with her, that would be familiar, pain that is. This feeling taking over her body didn't seem normal, however it feels so nice. She could run forever and not tire, from how good she felt right than. However it wouldn't be worth it if Beowulf's familiar voice and body wasn't with her as she ran. No, not worth it at all she decided her voice comming out soft and sweet, like she felt. One word to describe this was bliss, and she talked almost as if it was. She spoke this after he answered, if he did.

"I love you."


Even Though I'm Not A Princess
I'll Promise To Be Your Maiden
So Long As You'll Be There For Me
It'll Be Easy To Love You
For You My Everything
And My Soul's Happy Ever After...

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