First spilt blood [Champion]

From birth her life had been decided for her, or so they had all thought, she was indeed of true royal nobility. She was the daughter of the Voltaine alphas. Her father had been Skinner and her mother had been Crane. She shared the role of heir with her twin sister fable. She was not the golden child, never had been, and she was content in chasing rabbits in the brush and talking to the flowers. She was the ugly one. The monster among the normal and they had all laughed at her. Why was she so lost between two genders? So many times she was mistaken for Skinners son. It had never truly bothered her but her sister had been embarrassed. She snorted at the memories of fable whining to their father about how none lady like she was.

She listened to the story Champion had given her. Of her dreams being denied and a life she never wanted. Her dark lips curled in a smile as she responded, ?I never understood why they thought we could be pacified.? She mused, as if the two were one. Their stories were similar but different and it made her almost feel a kinship for the female. ?You ask if I am a true royal.? She restated. Her mind seemed to swell at the idea of discussing her past but she would try. ?Indeed I was born a true royal, the heir to a throne. My sister and I were meant for great things. At least my father told us.? She said with a laugh filled with resignation. She could almost see the disappointment in her father?s eyes.

?My sister was far more qualified for the role of queen then I ever was. She took all the teaching seriously. My mind forever wandered. I wanted to know the world not be locked away in a kingdom and destined to mate someone my parents wanted me to.? She said with a growl. It was ironic how Fable had held so much resentment towards her. After being deemed her guardian. When.. When the tragedy happened. She could almost remember. It was so close to the surface of her mind but so far away. It was like she constantly chased the memory. Yet no matter how close she was to grabbing the memory it faded away. Turned into air and slipped threw her claws. ?I was an in-between they use to call me. I was the girl who?s not so much a girl and not so much a boy. The androgynous bastard.? The pain still lingered in her voice from her childhood memories. How they had mocked her but she had showed them. She had allowed that name to give her a thick skin. Make her disregard insults and laugh them off. Oh how that angered them and it only made her laugh harder.

?Then one day. The eyes of fire had burned my soul. My mind had shattered by those burning eyes. Those eyes that sang of blood and death.? She could feel the panic swirling in her throat. Threatening to suffocate her. She could feel her body sway as she followed the smell of blood, half paying attention, blood was her anchor in this world. Her words became faded and soft as she continued, ?When the reaper came to touch the kingdom. He spoke of treason. Spoke of things that no one could understand but they followed all the same.? A whimper broke as she saw her fathers face. The illusion of life had slipped away from his broken body. His chest ripped open for the world to view what made a king. She almost screamed as the panic surged inside her head. No, she cannot see this! It will break her all over again. She?s come so far, we?ve come so far! Save her! the puppet master pulled the strings of amnesia into the behemoths mind. She would never remember that night so long as her sub conscious could help it.

Peace seemed to settle over the woman as she followed the smell of blood without so much as a word. Her body swayed as if it followed some song of a siren. She was panting now and the smell of blood grew stronger. Their quarry was close enough that she could almost taste it. Her violet eyes held no emotion as she followed the smell of broken elk. Soon enough its body laid broken in the distance. The sharp pain of her pups moving broke the illusion her mind had wrapped her up in. she stopped where she was a blinked. Confusion filled her gaze as she turned towards Champion and tilted her head. ?Did the world split in two again? Did I cross this world to the other? Cerberus?s teeth I don?t remember getting here.? She swore as she eyed the elk with horror. How the fuck had they gotten here? Hadn?t she asked a question? Oh, how did she attain her kingdom? Talking would ease the panic that was crushing her chest. ?I fought for my kingdom, Under the orders of my master. I was meant to play the role of Pawn. Sit on the throne and play pretend. My master has been missing and all games have ended. This kingdom is now mine and I intend to bring her back from death.? She said sharply, feeling the role as queen giving her some stability.

?I killed the queen that once sat on my throne. It wasn?t supposed to happen.? She said with a sigh. Though she felt no regret for taking Sades life. The bitch had broken their rules and thus forfeited her life. ?I had asked the fight to be a simple spar. As you can see I am no little thing and sade was much smaller then myself. I had no intentions of harming her. Only pinning her and claiming my crown.? She said with a smile, It had been so easy in her mind. ?At the last moment desperation entered the woman. She knew she was on the brink of defeat. She went to bite my throat. Make me submit..? she felt herself shudder at the words. The lust seemed to fill her voice as she finished, ?She broke the rules. So I ended her life.? She said flatly. The rest was far to morbid to discuss. She had ripped Sade?s body open. Fed on her lifeblood and ripped her heart from her chest as a token to her master. ?Some call me the Queen Slayer. Some call me a monster. Many fled after they heard of Sade?s death but I feel nothing. I don?t feel as if I dishonored her or that I shouldn?t have acted as hastily as I did. She threatened my life and so I ended hers.? she said with a finality in her voice that meant she would not be told others.

?I hope my tale hasn?t put you off. I am a wolf of my words even if they are half words half poetry. You wanted to be a warrior in your home. Wanted to prove your skills. I can offer that to you if you want it.? She said seriously as she looked back towards their meal. So much had been said and she had forgotten it all already. All she cared about was offering this female; this wolf she felt could be like a sister, what she had always wanted. ?My offer has no time limit. I don?t expect an answer right away. I own a pack of assassins, those that have no qualms of killing. We need warriors and leaders to make us stronger and the ranks are still open for claiming. The lead warrior ranks and those of my beta. If you want a home where you can be what you want then you are welcome in mine.? Her gaze locked onto Champion?s. She worried what the female would think of the death of Sade. Would she think her a monster? Would she think the idea of a pack that could be for hire by others was awful? If she turned down the offer then they would speak no more of it. They would continue to enjoy their meal together and she would hold no grudges on her choice.

How would Zara feel if she knew the drastic changes that had come to Lentajin. Would she be angry that she had taken her role as alpha seriously? Would she be thrilled to know the foundation that Newt was building for the new generation? Would she come when her unborn pups breathed their first breaths? She smiled at the thought of them. Would she be a good mother? A growl at her stomach made her blanch and look towards the meal. Her tail flicked behind her as she turned to champion and smiled, ?Shall we dine?? she questioned. Maybe all Champion would need was some time in her own head to mull things over. Maybe after their meal she would know what she wanted, what path she wanted to walk.