~The Lost Soul's~

' Prologue '

The Lost Souls Revise.

Prologue...

Wind whirled all around as a figure rushed through an eerily quiet and dark forest. The night was usually peaceful and filled with wildlife. But where it was normally quiet, now it was loud. Filled with the sounds of blood curdling screams and shouts of war. The shouts of orders from both enemy and home lines could be heard in the background as the figure dashed over large rocks, past small streams and under fallen logs.

A heavy harsh wind blew past, sending her off course down into a sandy hollow. Sand and dirt smeared with her fur as she picked herself up, scatterbrained for a moment before frantically looking around. But she couldn't see a way out. She looked around again, getting the feeling this wasn't going to end well. After a moment she noticed a low enough branch. She lunged over to it, jumping onto it while trying to climb out.

Her claws dug into the wall of the hollow, trying to grab onto anything at all to pull herself up. She wasn't sure if she was still being followed, but she knew she wasn't safe yet. She had to get back to the safety of the kingdom, back to her home before it was too late. After a moment of panic, she took a breath and cleared her thoughts. Her claws dug into a buried root in the ground and she used all her strength to pull herself up. Being a 95-pound arctic wolf, it wasn't exactly easy.. But she did it, and took a moment to collect her thoughts afterward.

"YUNE!" A voice called from behind the figure.. Yune. She turned back and looked at who had called her name. As she processed who it was, a sense of dread fell over her. "No-.. no no- You should be dead!..." She cried, taking a step back from her foe. Who only took a step closer to her. In the pale moonlight it was easier to see her enemy.

A chocolate colored wolf with eyes that burned amber was just a few feet away from her now. Yune took another step back but stopped when she realized there wasn't anywhere for her to run. She was backed up against a tree, with no escape. "Please-.. Just-" She started, but was ultimately cut off.

"You know it's my job." The other growled, taking another step closer. "Salem-.. Please-.... Please.. We can be friends agai-" Yune's sentence was cut off and turned into a shriek of pain and terror as Salem lunged at her, her claws digging into Yune's neck. Crimson blood ran down from the claw marks on her neck, down her chest and legs before pooling on the ground below them, bleeding into the grass.

Yune looked up at Salem, her breathing coming in ragged gasps that hurt her lungs, like being stabbed. Her claws dug into the ground beneath her as she tried to find her balance, to form any kind of coherent thought. Salem pushed her to the ground, trailing one of her claws from Yune's neck, down to her back leg, causing the arctic wolf to let out another pained yowl before collapsing.

She was exhausted, and probably about to be on the brink of death. But she couldn't die here- not like this.. Not when she's so... close...

(AN: Look I'm still writing this 'transition' between the two scenes- just bare with me please- T-T)

Elsewhere in the world:

(I know this is chippy. I'M WORKING ON IT-)

Cold winds and icy rains blew all around the palace as a specific lone Kitsune stood upon a balcony overlooking the village. Her white fur and black markings shined like silver in the moonlight through the storm moving in. She watched the war in the far distance slowly.. Slowly grow closer. Finally she turned and walked back inside.

Walking down the winding halls of the palace before stopping at the throne room. After a moment she pushed open the grand doors and stepped inside, turning into her human form. Her ears and tails flicked.