When Fate And Worlds Collide

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Daegon

The early morning fog clung to the forest floor, dim light filtering through and bathing the area in an eerie glow. Soft footfalls of a dozen large paws made their way through the area, heading towards the large mountains in the distance. The largest of the group, fur darker than a ravens with yellow eyes like liquid gold, sniffed the air for danger, a small growl informing the pack to slow.

The Alpha's ears pricked, listening for distant sounds. The woods were eerily quiet, no animals stirred, no breeze swept through, as if the entire area were holding its breath. A smaller, brown and white speckled wolf trotted forward, pale silvery eyes glancing up at her Alpha

'What is it Daegon?' Trixa enquired through the pack link. Daegon didn't respond for a moment, his snout twitching at the metal tang now filling the air

'I smell blood' his deep voice answered. Trixa's stomach dropped. The only pack nearby were the blue moon, preferring the small and quiet surroundings over the larger populated areas - hence living in the mountains, the closest they could get to the power stones they so righteously guarded

'But the witch was seen heading west' Trixa's voice hinted at panic 'she couldn't have doubled back without us knowing, could she?' Daegon didn't answer as he lunged forward, pace now quicker. The blue moon pack were strong and resourceful, being their main advantage against the advance towards his control over all nine pack territories.

The pack bounded effortlessly through the forest, the eerie silence making even the smallest twig snap sound like trees were splitting. He felt the unease ripple through the others when their noses picked up the metallic scent in the air, but this time it seemed laced with the scent of smoke and decay.

Deagon's hackles raised when Aura magic brushed his own, one mixed with what felt like pain and electricity, informing the Alpha the witch is nearby. And she wasn't hiding. The pack burst through the tree line, Daegon's paws faltering at the scene that met them; the once large and ancient house carved into the side of the mountain centuries ago, lay in ruins, fires raging inside.

Bodies lay strewn across the yard, some shifted into their wolf form, but many hadn't, their mouths open in a silent scream, lifeless eyes wide. Their skin seemed paler than normal for death - on closer inspection large gashes could be seen in their neck; they had been drained of blood. The grounds had been scorched by fire and force, judging from the patterns it appeared to be inflicted by an Aura; they'd been taken completely by surprise.

Daegon's pack wondered cautiously through the destroyed grounds, sniffing and nudging their kin to check for life. When a few children were found, brutally ripped apart it became evident not one had been spared. A low growl emanated from Daegon, his rage rising against the Dark Aura, she remained the only one capable of such death and destruction. Now, she had destroyed the only pack who knew how to wield the power stones correctly.

As he made his way to the front of the mansion Daegon spied something near the front steps, a pole with a ball on top. Upon closer inspection he realised it wasn't a ball, rather the severed head of Alpha Sean, his eyes had been gouged out and mouth open in a silent scream, the same as the rest of his pack. Daegon let out a roar, snapping his jaws, his fury at boiling point. The air around him cracked with energy while his emotions raged inside, triggering his Aura powers

'that witch will pay with blood and pain for the destruction she caused here. Her and her entire kin' he howled through their pack link, the pack mirroring his how of hatred towards the Dark Aura and her kind

"Awww, tisk tisk my furry oddball" an enchanting voice drifted down to Daegon. He looked around furiously, head snapping upwards when her scent caught his nose. There, on the edge of the broken building stood the Dark Aura, her waist length black hair billowing around her, red eyes glinting while she smirked at the Alpha, "condemning a species based on the actions of one" she tisked as she inspected her sharp nails "sounds very grandfatherly of you. He blamed us for all his problems, too, " she hissed, sneering at the Lycan, showing her elongated canines. Daegon let out another low and menacing growl, teeth bared