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Fera Bestia
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[The Wolf and the Cat]
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Once upon a time, in the age before the King of Beast's death when his shadow still haunted the land, there was a marsh. And in that marsh, there was a graveyard.

And in this graveyard lie a tombstone. But beneath this tombstone lie no body or ash or flesh or bone. The grave of a Silver Prince lie empty.

A Wolf came to haunt his grave, a Beast of the long diluted line. How she howled to the empty hole in the ground! The skies rang with her grief and drove away the birds and small things all around. All save for a Cat. The Cat slunk forth to the grieving Wolf, and spoke unto her:

"You grieve here, for the Silver Prince. He who slew your Father, the Wolf of the Empty Heart, and in turn was slain by him."


At this the Wolf howled only louder, consumed by loss. This did not deter the Cat.

"This dearest Silver Prince, General of Men, has left you. You are a thing undone.

But in time, I can see him returned."


At these words, the grief subsided. Still, the Cat spoke.

"He can be given a Gift of new life, to know joy and peace and comfort as he had not before."


The Wolf set aside her tears long enough to ask in kind, for she knew the ways of the world. The shrewd Beast knew that all things came with a cost.

"To see the Silver Prince given this greatest Gift. Tell me the price I must pay, and it will be done."


The Cat, in her own time, replied there perched upon the Prince's empty grave.

"Time is the cost of your Prince's Gift. For you must wait until I can see him returned. There is naught for you to do besides. But know that if my home among the largest trees, or my home among the golden grasses is destroyed? I cannot see this done."


And with the Cat's Silver Tongued Promise, the Wolf left her prized den among the other Beasts. With her children to safeguard, she waited in the lands of Men. Time went on.

She tried to learn their harmonies and their dances. She hid her hide beneath their trappings, her claws beneath their gloves. She spoke soft words, so that they might not see her teeth.

Years passed.

She endured the traps of hunters, lain in the Houses of their Gods, and the strokes of blades as they watched from their thresholds. She watched from afar as they celebrated in green, resplendent groves that did not brook the likes of Wolves.

Still more years passed.

She watched their Lands forget the names of their Heroes and Servants and Generals and even their Princes. Her sons grew, and left their den to find in the world their opportunity.

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And The Wolf Waited.
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Fera Bestia - by Sale Bête - 07-26-2024, 02:33 AM
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