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The sun did weep as the world grew anew beneath her ever bountiful bosom. The flowers danced beneath her tears, digging their lovely legs deep beneath the earths embrace, like cupid struck lovers. And though the gracious sun did weep it seemed her bitter sweet excitement seemed to lack the soft embrace that would bore deep into the cynical hearts of some earthen children. In particular it seemed the androgynous queen slayer laid quietly beneath her ever gentle tears. The dreams of hers, did linger in the depths of madness, yet whose madness was it that the queen did harbor? All that ever crept into her loss of consciousness was the poison of insanity that was nurtured threw discords claws. 


The sun did cease her gentle sob. The world around her had drowned in sweet[b] petrichor [\b]scent that kissed the earthen children and they vainly remembered their mother’s tears as they faded into nothingness. The richness in aroma clung to the violet coat that hung against the mass of the behemoth. Her song had found a sustenance that she had not anticipated and so the allure of her sanity seemed all the less exciting. Madness was a path she often traveled with anticipation. Hanging on the flowers as they guided her against the troubles of reality until the illusions of her mind did shatter into what had once been and onto the now. Now she lay, looking onto the world of today and lost in the thought of yesterday. What was fate but a cruel maiden drowning all her ambitions into servitude? Wasn’t the shackles of obedience a chain she desired to bare or had the past reminded her that she was more than just a pawn to be used in someone else’s war?


She longed to know what path was hers. Should she reach just a little to the golden crown that had once adorned her head? Perhaps it was nothing but a fleeting dream, an illusion of what could be or what she had thought were her memories but were that of another? Had she imprinted the persona of a being that never was? The confusion did warrant a thought and a sigh to escape from parted jaws. Her ears did fall back with her grief of memories so twisted she couldn’t tell what was what and whom was who. Her tail laid slain beside her broken spirit as she took in the things that had occurred with the draw of passion. 


It was electrifying to feel a hint of what she had known with sanity, yet all the more excruciating. Remembering brought her mind to come back and refine innocence to experience. She no longer could claim incompetence as the stability brought her mind into awareness. Perhaps it was her craving for what she lacked, what her sister had instilled in the depths of her being, maybe then she would feel as if purpose didn’t require sacrifice. Following against a childlike king did twist her soul in anguish. She had found no aspiration from their first encounter. Though the viper that coiled around her fledgling, brushing its wings and eager to see him fly, had indeed intrigued the behemoth. If only the clutches of disdain did loosen its envelopment of her heart then perhaps she could embrace the adventure she had found herself within.


Gracious paws did pull the giants frame upright. Dark limbs did stretch and allow retractable claws to push deep into the moist ground beneath her. She pulled her body forward and shook the clinging teardrops of mother suns chagrin away. She had allowed the melancholy of previous events to suck her mind too deep into the gloom of what ifs and what could be. She was a cleaver little things after all, though most thought her dimwitted; she could play the game of manipulation with the best of them after all. She smiled at the thought. Indeed her mind did pose a threat to her intelligence to others. After all, perception meant everything to those who looked only on the shell of others. It was the depths of ones persona that really showed a creatures value. When sanity faded but consciousness and the will to survive did stay when insanity stole the senses was a trait that many should admire rather than mock.


What was to come of her banshee? She pondered on what her ambitions the girl did hold. Did her desire to enhance her skills trump anything else? Did she consider the kingdom of a child the rightful place for her little threesome? What was the purpose to serve the king? Did she desire to pull victory and honor where little existed? To shape the man into what she thought they needed or simply stand idly by as the world burned around them and they laughed against the ashes of their bones. Whatever the reason she was certain she would follow the blind banshee until they watched everything spoil and lives fall to deaths scythe. That didn’t mean she was entrusted to only her. After all, fate had a funny way of playing for keeps and thrusting oddities onto the collector when complacent eyes longed to see more of what this realm had to offer. 


A long ear fell towards her rear as the sound of temptation did grace her. Violet eyes did turn to see who knocked on the devils door. Was it an angle come to grace her with her forsaken purpose or was it simply another lost soul wandering the world with little knowledge of what this world had to offer?
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The pack had gone up around them without warning. It was rogue lands one day and a pack the next. Cruxer refused to leave even though their little forest was surrounded by pack lands. He had only chosen this place because of its lack of magic, he had hopes that it would prevent her from wielding her own powers, but she was no prisoner here, it was easy to just walk out into the neighboring forests and practice. But now she spent her days and nights restlessly pacing, just waiting for them to be found. Her body temperature had long risen and maintained its above average heat. Smoke occasional billowed from her nostrils. Her magic was strong drawn from her emotions, flaring out of control when her emotions got to extreme so this stress served to keep her fire lurking just beneath her skin. She clung to the shadows, ears twitching restlessly, nostrils flaring. All she could ever smell was pack lands. And without warning, a pack wolf was nearby, too close.
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Lavender eyes searched the trees, though it was not hard to find the behemoth of a woman lurking. She studied her for a moment, until the woman seemed to take note of her presence. Curiosity pulled her forward. Her toy was a part of the other pack in the mountains, gathering intel, but they knew nothing of this pack. She slide from the shadows, tail curling at her hocks as her gaze trained on the womans face, seeking to meet her gaze. <font style=" color: #7F8190; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #d2dce9;">"Hello."</font> She cooed, keeping several feet between herself and the woman, planning to gather as much information from this woman as possible. Her sharp gaze slide over the chiseled feathers of the woman, soaking in her dark pelt that danced with purple. She could appreciate the color if only because she was biased towards it. Lips twitched up a a faint smile. She remained standing, appearing to totally at ease, pondering whether this woman could be used as a pawn or not. 


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Pandora ’s Box had long been opened by eager paws. What was a world without a little chaos? Madness was never any fun without its counterpart to come and play. She was walking on a double edged sword but she cared not. Her bright eyes drank in the appearance of a wolf that held a similar appearance. For a moment, she was curious if she was seeing her own ambitions and manifested before her. She almost reached out to touch the unknown wolf as the thoughts clouded her judgment for only a moment. Her paws at picked up and stopped in mid-motion. Her dark kissed ears pulled forward as reality pulled back and she blinked the confusion away. Her nostrils flared as she drank in the aroma of the stranger standing before her. She smelt nothing of home and the thrill of the unknown seemed to sink its fangs into her heart as its beat increased with her anticipation. 
 
Haunches pushed back down towards the unsettled ground beneath her. Her front limbs crossed as retractable claws pushed against the ground in a show of slight force. She was no lunatic to be ignored, or dismissed, she was power and it poured from her body as her shadows coiled around her limbs with her display. It was subtle, not to offend, but simply to say that she was not weakness. Her crown slipped inside her mind towards her ear as she allowed her head to bow in respect of the greeting. This woman hadn’t demanded things or overwhelmed her with the questions she was certain circulated inside her mind. Instead she allowed a fait and alluring hello to escape from luscious lips. 
 
"Hello in turn.” She said with amusement, her tail had found its way across her paws in a comforting way. At least that was the illusion of it. 
Innocence was easily fabricated when her mind was always on the edge of madness. Innocence broke free from experience when the world shattered into pieces of todays, tomorrows, and what never could have been. Each shard displaying a dream or reality that she could never differentiate from but today her mind was humming with stability as her walls of purpose grew around her. Even if those walls were not the ones she wanted. Never the less, the consequences of stability dripped against the madness and soaked it into comfort and sanity.
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She maintained her friendliness, keeping a faint image of her own innocence around her. But that innocence had long been snatched away along with the goodness that had resided in her heart. She was a calculating woman, ready to rid the world of those that were not meant to be here. And so far, aside from the shadows at her paws, this woman seemed relatively normal, enough so that she might prove to be an ally. But she was not one to jump so quickly to conclusions, there was still so much unknown. Plus, she was still surrounded by pack lands, it would not be hard for the woman to call on her pack mates and eradicate her presence. All while Cruxer was out doing what it was that he did during the day. Dark ears remained tipped forward, pale eyes resting evenly on the womans face, fine wisps of smoke falling from her nose with each exhale. 



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The women had questioned on if she resided within the neighboring pack. A flicker of resentment crossed her eyes, not for the question, but for the answer that called back in her mind. She allowed her vision to retain its amusement but the edges were hard to smooth over. Her body had bristled just a little as her shadows hissed around her paws, soothing their master with their inaudible murmurs. She could hear their voices but no one else could. Perhaps they adapted the thoughts that seemed to dance around the labyrinth of her mind.  “Indeed I do.” She attempted indifference but the bite of her incredulousness was hard to miss. She closed her eyes for a moment and allowed the face of her companion to sooth her. She was the reason she had joined and she needed to remember where her loyalty lay. That and for the sake of their third. The youth needed a home while she grew and it was convenient for them to reside within the child kings home. 
 
Oddities were a thing she collected. So many names came to mind. Ghost, Zara, Champion, and many more circled around her mind but she could never quite pinpoint who they were anymore. They had long since faded into the ashes of reality and been subjected to the cruelty of her mind and placed in the category of illusions. If they were merely fleeting names then how had they ever truly existed? Besides, new lives would touch her again and the cycle would repeat. Today was a gift and she needed to remember that though she disliked her circumstances they had given her temporary sanity. That is until her fear of the unknown came stalking back from the darkness and stung her. Only then would her madness consume her again and it didn’t take much to push her over the tittering edge.
 
Her violet eyes lingered for only a moment as the smoke bellowed from the edges of the strangers nostrils. She wondered what potential this wolf had. The shadows were her element and her compaions was poison. Did this girl dabble with fire? Oh that sounded quite painful and the thought of pain always brought a shiver of pleasure to surge through her. “You smell of freedom. At least I believe you do, I have yet to meet any other pack wolves to compare the difference.” She said mater of fact. Where there any others? She had to assume there were. Otherwise the rise of her king’s kingdom would be rather boring would it not? What was a kingdom without a touch of excitement or drama? All good things would come, it always did, the mistress of chaos and she was certain that Odysseus mother would rein in the chaos and let it flourishing. She would happily watch as everything burned.
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Her thoughts constantly churned, new questions arising. Senses remained on high alert, just in case more of the pack decided to filter into their little meeting. She allowed the silence to stretch on only for a moment. This was her first interaction with a pack wolf since being here. Cit had been the one to deal with all the packs, she merely gave the orders. But now she sat face to face with one. Since coming here she had spent most of her time either alone or with Cruxer, but that wasn't to say she didn't enjoy a little social interaction from time to time. It was just a shame that each time she had encountered a wolf, they had been a mutated freak that pulled an uncontrollable aggression from her. But this woman appeared to be mostly normal, at least in appearance, and not including her immense size. 



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What was freedom? She craved to know that answer. However, duty seemed to boil in her blood. Perhaps it was the crown that still clung to her soul. Her father had been king once, she had known a kingdom of her own as well, but freedom always brought with it madness. Her sanity had been stolen the day those golden eyes broke her. Just one look had shattered everything she had ever known as the blood of a beating heart filled the grounds with loss and with it her sanity. Resentment and poison had filled the bond between she and her sibling and with it a treacherous torment that she had grown terribly fond of. She was a slave to her addiction but the thrill was all to intoxicating to ignore. She would always chase that self-loathing dressed in self-worth. It was a nightmare dressed up in purpose and she craved that dream even if it was daunting to do so. 


“Freedom doesn’t do me well.” She paused for a moment, “sadly. I am meant to be adorned with a collar.” She said with amusement. So many others would feel the sting of pain with the accepting of such a thing. Perhaps her sister had conditioned her to need it. It was like a sickness that consumed her. She couldn’t function until she felt the painful touch of her savior. Pain was love. It was everything she needed to be reminded of and more. Pain and blood were what made her and she accepted it without question. Her tail gently rubbed against her legs as if she were remembering something so beautiful. She shivered with the lingering reminder of the poison that had electrified her existence and sent her into a spiraling wave of rapture.


What I like generally doesn’t matter.” She said with a shrug. Had she ever taken her own feelings into consideration when imprinting on another? She couldn’t remember a time besides Zara, at least, she thought she did. Maybe even Lothair. He had been her first and he had been the most aggressive and yet loving. He owned her, demanded from her, stole her body and mind and yet she allowed him with no conditions. She felt his need to belong to someone just as much as he demanded her to belong to him. Those memories were always so fogy but the gist of them still lingered in her core. “My loyalty is not to that child.” She all but spat the word out. The child, not king, he was a naive little cub dancing with power that his mother had given him. She felt nothing for him but indignation. He was not her king. He was nothing. Her loyalty was with Erzsebet. She was the light in the darkness that she followed eagerly and it had benefited her greatly, regardless if she disliked the place they had come to reside in. 


My loyalty is with my companion and she decided to call this.” She felt as if the word were rocks against her mouth, “Kingdom home. Where she goes I shall follow.” She said with certainty. Though she disliked greatly the area that had decided to reside she would make the best of it. “My mind doesn’t do well when I am.. Lost” she said the word with a laugh. She felt the hysteria creeping up on her as the memory of meeting Erzse came into her head. She had said the same thing to her, that she had been lost, at least she thought she was. She needed purpose to find her bearings and for that she was grateful. “ What of you? You desire to continue to follow the path of freedom or do you desire to conform?”to someone else’s rule? She thought, or perhaps your own? The thoughts never left her mind as they faded against the darkness that was inside her mind.
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The matters of the mind spilled from her dark lips. It seemed she needed to stability of a companion to keep her on the right path. She could understand that, maybe not to the same extent, but she needed Cruxer to keep her world upright. Then the questions were turned on her, pulling an immediately bark of humorless laughter from her lips. With a single thought a flick of the magic coursing through her veins, flames shot up her forelegs. <font style="color:#d7f9ca;"><b>"I don't go anywhere I don't want."</b></font> Fire danced across her flesh before vanishing just as quickly as it appeared. A subtle promise of retribution should the woman decide to take her forcefully, but she was under the impression that that was not what she was after. <font style="color:#d7f9ca;"><b>"I am here only to rid the world of those that are unworthy."</b></font> She spoke with a shrug and a mischief smirk. Eyes glittered with her mischief, the games that she was playing and the wicked webs she was beginning to weave. 



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Predicaments were fickle things, easily swayed, easily broken, and easily consumed. The thought that she was trapped wasn’t one that had passed her mind. She merely remained where her light lingered. Should the light desire to sing a new song then she would adjust her tune to match it. Loyalty was a trait so deeply hard to find and the iron cladded grasp her sibling had held her by seemed to be drilled into her very being. She was always faithful, always willing to assist those she felt worthy, and sometimes it was herself that was worthy of things. She had spent a time or two with a crown adoring her lovely head and perhaps fate would see her fit to wear that crown again someday. Only the gods would know where her truth lay when her mind was constantly uncertain. 
 
It seemed this woman belonged to no home. She was a loner that did as she pleased and in a way she envied that. If only her mind could keep it together. If the fragments could only stay glued to one another then she could truly find where she belonged. She needed to know more of this world. What else was out there. What other options she truly had. She was unaware of the number of packs this area contained. Her old home had quite a few to consider but here all she knew was of her child like kings kingdom. Her tail flicked back and forth for a moment, as she watched the fire dance across the strangers skin. She was well aware of the warning though she was not one to force others to follow. Unless they broke pack law, then she was content to enslave them for their transgression. She wasn’t one to bend rules but she was one to treat others to their different predicaments. Enslavement didn’t always mean mistreatment it merely meant punishment. 
 
Her shadows at reacted to the subtle threat. Their whispers grew in tone and quickly began to swarm around her paws. Hissing in a way as they possessively clung to their master. Fire and shadow could be an interesting battle if she could only harness their gift a little more. She laughed at the words unworthy. Surly she believed her king was just that. He was indeed unworthy to carry that crown atop his head. His mother, in her opinion, was far more suited for such games then her son. She had proven to be worth more than her offspring. “Odysseus is indeed unworthy in my eyes.  His proposition to me held no meaning. It was an offer with no quid pro quo. His strings have yet to be severed from that of his mother. I see her holding those strings and playing him for a fool. I would enjoy watching should my suspicions be correct.” She said with a sly smile. The generally indifference she felt to most things had seemed to fade when it came to this particular matter.
 
You say you want to rid the world of those unworthy. How is it you aspire to do this?” she questioned. She was eager to know what this wolfs plan was. For the time being she was a loner but did this women desire a crown of her own or did she merely wish to see the world crumbled into ashes? Either was fine in her mind.