Néon Raider ♉

Legacy

Soléne Beringer, raced into the Fontainebleau forest. The wind whipped behind her ears as she let herself flow with it, becoming one with it, refreshing her boiling spirit. He yelped, soaring, smashing into creeks and springs, wetting her dark grey fur.

She leapt towards a canopy of birch trees as the gibbous moon peaked from beneath Alder trees. She howled and looked up hill, following a trail up the slope till she reached the peak and gazed down into the Néon city. She was proud of the havoc she wreaked tonight. The plan was set in motion. A plan that would destroy the Parcifal dynasty and she would rule all of France's territories. She would be queen of all the shifters.

Soléne shrieked as she metamorphosed. Her limbs receded into human form her hind feet sank low into a pair of human feet. Her golden locks fell from her long coat to her back and she stood erect, leaning on a quaking aspen tree, panting as her companions, Henrich and Arthur shifted a few feet away from her.
Slow pocks. Soléne smirked.

"What took you all so long?" She breathed, foraging for a pair of shorts from underneath a felled tree stump.
She retrieved a silver pendant from her cotton tripped shirt and clutched it her palm. She shut her eyes and reminisced of all her plight.

Many considered her an abomination. Because of her parents, Antoine Beringer and Margaux Beringer. Therianthropy couldn't be passed through a mere bite and ritual mating ceremony as fiction books and fantasy, purported.
Like any other species, therianthropes procreated only through intercourse and consequently, childbirth. Even so, cross species were forbidden, when hybridation became rampant, almost wiping out the original specie entire population. Werecats crossbred with Foxtherians, Lycans crossbred with Werefoxes and produced one of the most dominant rising hybrids: the werewolves. And Soléne fell in that category. Her father, Antoine was a Lycan who'd fallen in love with a Foxtherian. She was created, shunned amongst the entire Therianthropes. Even the Werecats never wanted of her and her rogue mother.

Her father was a member of the Verdon pack. Alpha Kiel had sent him away. It was either that or kill the abominable child. Kiel was vocal about his packs blood remaining untainted and undiluted with other races of shifters and yet, Antoine had brought disgrace to his clan. Kiel couldn't have that.
Fearing the death of their beautiful daughter, Antoine and Margaux fled the South Eastern clan and went towards Canada where it was rumoured to harbour a rising dominant Werewolf and other hybrid population. But memories of home never left them.

Soléne grew up in the wild like a castaway rag, her parents, becoming shadows of themselves with no home, no friends and no family to give them support. They'd died broken hearted, interred in foreign soil, away from their home. Their legacy.

Soléne became an orphan at fourteen. And like other orphaned and outcasts, she learned to survive. She did terrible things. Her parents made her swear she'd make things right with her distant relations in the South Eastern clans, change things, show them that she was a miracle. But she knew better than trust them. How could she? They'd destroyed her life and she was out for their blood.

She had traced each of them and found the clans Beta, Léon Parcifal in love with a human girl. She heard his beating heart as he sat with her in a café. He was in love with a human. The crown of all abominable acts. What sort of hybrid will they create if they mated? How could this be allowed when her parents were ostracised for being in love and having her as a by product? She'd roamed the earth without them. She was alone...rogue, driven by her desire for revenge. At least her parents were Therianthropes. This girl was human. Léon Parcifal would learn the hard way that the sins men committed lived after them.

"Now, we find the girl once more. We won't fail this time." Soléne, groaned, donning her forest Green jacket.

"Make her squirm. Make her smell the carcass of a dead werewolf." She shrilled as her companions grunted in approval. Yes! Soléne nodded. Léon Parcifal would fall. Then the Alpha of the Parcifal clan. And all would know, she wanted it all.