Night had taken the ground that her paws walked on. The grounds were empty and cold. Lifeless. The disgrace would blend into the shadows, lumbering across the abandoned plain. The whispers of death and blood echoed into the darkness. Examining the grounds with narrowed, blood-hungry eyes, the dark lady knew something had happened here long ago. A war of an unknown species. Many had died on the very dust that her paws tread on. She could hear the faint howls and the cries of those who fell here and never rose again. The shadows had hidden the moon, this land was re-awakening. It was a dark place, hidden with secrets and voices. Only those who belonged nowhere would dare venture in such a place. The wind had carried her a scent. Fear... What sort of pathetic wolf would lead their paws in these dark grounds? Feeling a rising hungry growl rip through her throat, her hackles bristled and she bared her battle-ready teeth and claws. She roared out, breaking the hush of the howling wind. "Show yourself, fool!" Walk "Talk" Think

NO-ONE CAN DIVIDE US WHEN THE LIGHT IS NEARLY GONE Blood touched the girl's nose, and only a whimper escaped her jaw. Her paws had taken her into grounds that she was not familiar with. How did her paws lead her off the shining path? How did she end up here? Mere curiosity. She never knew she could find herself in a land of pure darkness. Voices whispered to her. They spoke of a language unfamiliar to her. Cackling spirits screamed around the fragile ebony girl, and her breaths only became faster. She could not see where she was going, the shadows were pulling her away. She just wanted to wake up from the horror of what was around her. But she stopped, her sparkling emerald eyes flashing with bravery. You're an Oak, Titania, you can make it through. It's just a little dark, but you're still gonna be brave! As she travelled further, another voice growled out to her. She could feel the blood-hunger in the other lady's voice, how it made her shudder. The voice was like a powerful roar, like as if a beast had awoken. She told herself to be brave, clenching her teeth and digging her claws in the solid ground, she spoke out to face the dark lady. "I'm not afraid of you," she deeply yowled. "YOU MONSTER!" "Speech" Thoughts BUT JUST LIKE A HEARTBEAT THE DRUMBEAT CARRIES ON

I AM A DISGRACE I FEEL NOTHING BUT PAIN I'm not afraid of you...YOU MONSTER! The other girl was a brave creature, and Aislinn had to admire the courage that girl had. But standing up to such a vicious and dark spirit? Why, the girl could have her own fur ripped off. But the shadowed woman was not going to do that today, what would she do with the petrified and frightened girl? Why, some fun she would have of course. She spun around, elegantly lifting her head, hungry azure eyes narrowed down at the girl. The girl was Aislinn's height, though her bones rippled through her midnight fur. She had electric emerald orbs, that flashed like lightning. Even though this girl looked dainty, the maple huntress could still smell the girl's fear. This girl had never come across a wolf from the darkness? Then Aislinn would make a great first impression. "Call me what you like. A monster, a bastard, a disgrace," The lady spat. Fangs glistened, her wicked flickering eyes watched the black stumbling girl. She swiftly placed a single claw by the girl's throat, feeling the tensions and fear rise. Her orbs never left the girl as she hissed her final words. "It will still mean nothing..." She let a wicked cackle escape her jaw, the wind and dark spirits howling with her. Everything meant nothing to the shattered dame. She cared for no-one and nothing. She had no heart. "Speech" Thoughts and voices I'M WATCHING THE WORLD BURN AND I WILL RISE WHEN IT CRUMBLES

I BLESS THE RAINS DOWN IN AFRICA The dark lady had hissed out words that perfectly suited her. A monster. A bastard. A disgrace. The ebony dame wanted to curse the blood-hungry woman. She felt the rising energy to rip that woman's eyes out. She wickedly despised that monster that dared speak to her. A crimson claw was roughly placed by her throat, emerald orbs flickered from the claw back at the beast. The older woman looked like she was manically enjoying her torture. But she was Titania Oaks. No-one tortures her. No-one harms her. Not even this creature. Anger seething beneath the girl's for, she powerfully lunged away, panting. Energized electric eyes would face the disgrace. "Get away from me!" She snarled, her lip curled, baring her fangs. Her claws dug into the hard ground. She flared her nostrils, the scent of death spiraling around her. Another scent came to her. The scent of the monster. The scent...was so familiar... Widened emerald orbs flashed. Her blood ran hot. Her own breathing she could not control. It couldn't be. This lady was her kin. "Speech" Thoughts GONNA TAKE SOME TIME TO DO THE THINGS WE NEVER HAD