Arachne Kitten stood on the deserted battlefield where her pack fought a year ago. The memories came flashing back like lightning, causing her to fall to her knees in the bitter torment that plauged her very being. She could remember what happened like it was yesterday.

She wiped her eyes, she had been crying for a while now, and leaned up against a headstone with a newly covered gravesite.
"Where are you when I need you?" she whispered softly.

There was blood everywhere. An invading pack of wolves had attacked sudden;y and without warning.
Several of her pack members were dead and scattered over the ground. A few of the other packs members were also slain.
The smell of death and fear was thick in the air.
"Antonius, where are you" she cried out.
The sounds of fangs clashing and bones breaking came to her ears as yell as his response.
"Arachne! Look out" he yelled.
She looked back and sure enough the leader of the other back had jumped at her for the attack. In spilt second Antonius was right in front of her.
The leader of the rival pack missed her and hit him. Antonius and the other leader, Tait, battle for a few minutes. To her horror, he was losing. He had a broken right foot and a lot of gashes on his Wolf body.
"Antonius.." she said and tried to get to his aid.
"Stay back" he growled.
This struggle caused all the others to stop and watch. This was the moment that mattered.
An unearthly Wolvin scream filled the air as Antonius hit the ground. His neck had been broken. She looked at Tait in the eyes, hatred glittered in her amber eye and revenge in the other. That's when she jumped at him.

In the end, only three of her pack members made it out alive. Including her. And the other pack had been completely destroyed.
A day later they held a mass funeral for all of the dead members. Her Alpha Male, Antonius had died saving her life.

She cried even more at the memory. But that was all she had left was memories.
She buried her face in her arms and sobbed "I love you."
She doubted that she would find anybody else like him. But, it was time to rebuild her pack. So she had to be strong either way. but how would she start? His death was so overwhelming, she hadn't even spoken to any of her remanding pack members since the funeral. She didn't know how to move on at all.

Garron had been running for days, not turning back into human form. He never really liked but on two legs instead of being on his four legs. Everything seems so much simple when he's a wolf instead of a man. But, being a wolf still has it's problems. Garron heard rumors of a pack roaming through the land and destroying packs as they run through. Long ago, when Garron was young, his pack was the strongest pack. Packs would come from miles around to just fight and see who was the strongest for breeding. His father won the last one tournament. But, then something happened. Something when he was little. Garron hasn't been back since he woke up with everyone in his village was dead. Garron walked for hours to find his mother and father, only to find clothes of his mother and his father's armor. Everything was covered in blood. So, Garron has been running for over 300 years. Now, it's time to stop running from everything and go back to some of his native lands.

Garron was running through the tree line and came across an open field. He could sense death lingering in this place. Garron decided to walk as a man for once. As he was walking through, he could hear sobbing and tears from a woman. Her heart had been broken from a loss in this place, and Garron needed to know what had happened in this place. Maybe, something here may have been linked to his pack.



Garron found the girl by a head stone near the opposite side of the field. There was a trail leading into the middle of the field from the opposite side the tree line. She was a striking young lady, he hated that she was crying all he could do would be to comfort her.

Garron walked over to her, "I'm sorry for your loss that you have from this dreadful place, I hate that something as beautiful as you should not be crying. What's your name?

Arachne had become lost in her own thoughts and memories. Normally she wouldn't have let herself get so involved in her mind, but this was different. Normally she would have been more alert. Any other day she would have sensed the man that walked into the cemetery. Normally she would have turned around and faced him. But today wasn't a normal day.

Her straight, waist length black hair cascaded down her shoulders in fashion that looked like it was from a painting or something. The moonlight caught it and almost seemed to reflect it back. But the one thing about her that most people saw first were her eyes, even as darkly made up as they were. Her left eye was a sharp amber color, but her right eye was a very pale blue color. Odd even for a lycan. She had Alpha wolf blood in her which could have been one reason why most others didn't come up to her like this man had.

She heard his voice, it was deep and smooth but there was something else about his voice that she couldn't place just yet. She turned to him, startled by his sudden apperance, and slightly irritated by herself that she didn't hear him coming at all. He asked for a name, and although she normally didn't give up her name so easy, her defenses were down.

” My name, sir, is Arachne,” she said in a voice that was smooth and dark, like black velvet, ”And you, sir?”

Garron smiled at the girl, it was so unlike a nice looking woman to have tears rolling down their face. I am Garron, I once lived not too far from here long ago, so I have returned to uncover my roots from when I was a boy

Garron noticed her skin was so very tight and flustered, she had been crying for a good while now it seems. Something terrible must have happened here at this dreadful place. It seems she must know what had happened here. He knew it must be linked to him in so way, shape, or manner. But, the real question at this very moment, is what happened here that has affected this girl and what all she knew. For all Garron knew, this is where her pet died. But, it does not seem to be shaping into that manner. It seems a large-scale fight happened here. And she was in the middle of it. Garron began to wonder what the fight was all about to begin with.

Garron reached for her hand and grabbed it softly, he could tell she was like him. But oh so much younger.What happened here my young lady and if it means anything to you, you can use my shoulder to cry on while you tell me the story

Garron helped her up and walked her over to a nearby rock and proped her beside it. Listening to her every word

Arachne had no idea how to tell this man what had happened. She knew that not everyone was of Wolvin blood, and she couldn't tell for sure if he was. She struggled a little, not with the memory, but how to explain it without giving herself away. She bit her bottom lip softly.

"My mate died not to long ago. He died saving me," she said and paused, "I tried to help but... He wouldn't let me."

She wanted to say that she killed the man that killed Antonius. That she and her pack destroyed Tait's. That no wolf of Tait's blood ran in this world anymore. Back than her pack was savage. The anger of their leaders’ death fueled them to where they killed both women and children. The blood washed off their fur, but the brutality of their actions in the war lived on with the remaining members.

She sat neatly on the rock; her floor length black dress covered her legs from the chilly autumn winds. The strapless, black velvet corset top that she was wearing fit her assets nicely. But the most interesting thing that she wore was a black velvet collar with a silver circle pendant. There was a detailed picture of a wolf howling against a moon that Antonius gave her when he made her the Alpha Female of the pack.

After lingering in her thought for a few moments, she turned her attention towards the man, Garron as he called himself.  She had never seen him around before, even through all of the packs they went through. He was someone new, and she wondered what brought him to this place.

”And what of you? What brought you to this place of all places?’

Garron smiled at the young girl. She was fully grown by normal means, but by him, she was still oh so young with so much to learn. Garron knew what it was like to lose something that you love. Something that you cared about more than your own life's worth. But, this was something for her to learn in time.  Garron had been alone for some time now and he was getting fed up with being alone. Maybe this young woman could be some form of a companion for a while. It had been a long time since he had any form of company or someone to tag along on his travels. Only one way to find out he thought for himself.

Garron looked at her,Little miss, you seem to be such a lovely woman, I'd hate to bore you with what I have to say of why I am being here. But if you would so kindly grace me with a walk, I shall tell you why I am back here. Garron put out his hand waiting for her to gently put her hand in his.

Also Arachne, if you'd be so kind. Show me who you really are. You're scent is amazing

Arachne looked at Garron with a suspicious look in her eyes. She had only trusted on person, Antonius. And she wasn't about to let someone just charm her willy-nilly. She refused to let it happen again. The fear of another loved one dying was too much to take.

But she nodded in agreement, willing to at least take a walk with him. She didn't take his hand though. It had been a while since she had had any human contact, so she was quite withdrawn from it.

"So let's go than," she said softly, hoping that he wasn't offened by her solitary demenor.

Garron smiled at the young lady, she was such a lovely woman. He nodded and smiled at her,Where should I begin on telling you why I am in such a place like this? Garron looked away for a moment. To relive such memories as those that he has, it almost pains him more now than actually living the memories then when he was a young boy. He felt hopeless, useless, and alone in the end. Garron never wanted to feel those feelings again, but yet they remained with him until this very moment. But now, he has company and someone to tell his story to. Finallyhe thought, someone to finally vent to and actually tell them what happened here so long ago.

As they walked down the path, it was getting a little bit colder, there seemed to be a deathly chill in the air. As if something horrible had returned back to this very place just as he returned here as well. Garron kept his eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary. Garron knew he wouldn't be able to protect himself and the young woman at the same time. He would have to have her run ahead if he felt something drawing near to him.

Arachne, in all truth, didn't care where he began, as long as he said something, and that the walk wasn't covered in unbearable silence. She took on last look at the grave sight, giving it a loving, yet sad goodbye. She knew that she would end up back here soon. She always would. She than turned her attention back toward the path that they had started to walk on. A cold breeze ruffled through her black hair, making it caress her face. She looked up at the sky. It was a dark grey in color, yet the air had no scent of rain hanging in it. She sighed inwardly and tried to ignore the cold that was creeping up on them. It had to have been her memories acting up her mind again.

She turned to him suddenly, studying his face, "Do you know this place?"

She asked that only to see if he knew where they were and what happened here, or if he just stumbled across this blood stained plane unknowingly.