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Things weren't mean to happen like this. They never happen the way I expect them, little quirky surprises that they are, these little events in life. They never seem to....just be. They're always set in motion. I can watch for now

In the alleyway of the of a city sit around a fire emitting from a barrel, not homeless but hiding from those more intensely curious about rumors filtering into the city. The warmth bathed over their cloaked forms as they took shelter from the beating wind, the houses and stores around them providing ample protection from the harsh climate.

"Blast it, when is this damnable snowstorm going to end, eh?" Grumbled a fox as he stammered closer to the fire, holding out his gloved paws. "Its been like this for a month already and we're already in mid spring! Where's all this coming from any how?" his accent thick of one who's lived in the south for a long term, now only filtered through his drink which lays empty at his feet.

"Calm down Galenor. This is your first winter here, you'll understand-" A feline tried to presuade him of better days to come but the fox shook his head, glaring at the tabby with a finger pointed at him.

"Look 'ere you! I'm not abou' ta let you harass ME for the way I been talkin, awright?" his fangs bared. "Sides, north and south dun matter here, what matters is the cold." the chill began to pierce his cloak so the fox started pacing. "Gods be damned! Where is this blocker anyway?! He been hours late-"

"Bite your tongue you loused fox." A tiger growled out deeply, the fox twitching a little before stilling next to the fire as he murmured an affirmation. "Tired of hearing you bitch and whine like you own this town. That right belongs to none other than a few people, the ones that took out the most powerful woman i've ever had the chance to meet...." the old tiger stood, his form slouched, body wracked by the ages and torn by wars of many. His left eye glassed over with a dark pitch which usually is covered by a patch, one that was lifted over his brow.

"Wait a sec old stripes....you're telling me you met THE lady of the forsaken, Kala the Shadows breath." The fox watched as the tiger bristled a bit, dodging the cane swipe on the first round, but not guarding his knee.

"Her name was Kala Shadowlion WELP." the tiger growled as he pinned the fox to the icy ground. "Yes, yes...." he removed his cane slowly, showing the fox his mercy (even though the old timer couldn't pick him off he still had the moves from the third age.) "I met mother Kala once....She was powerful..." he started tearing up, "Her kittens looked so scared the last time I saw her in battle...trying to save this city."

The fox seemed uninterested as his ears flicked at the story, his main concern on his paws but his attention slowly swayed over to the old mans tale. His body relaxing a little letting the cold carry him into it, the wind carrying the old mans words like a soothing salve across his bones.

"Aye, she was standing in the towns circle, next to that bovine statue she put up. Her arms outstretched as the forces surrounded her. Twelve men, twelve! And she didn't bat a last that young woman. She stood with her spear in hand, like a statement...a declaration...." he trailed off a bit "I-i was on the Cynth building, long destroyed yet kit-" he nodded softly "Was lookin to join the brawl, but right before I did mages cast a damned dome over her. All I could hear was the wails of those...those poor kittens. The men began screaming "Hand over the scaleless ones..." the fox turned to look at the tiger. As if the old man expected his questioning expression he pulled up a crate, waving a paw as he yammered on. "Ya see, even though she was a lioness, her mate was pure dragon. Anthros of course, no amount of healing can bring ya back from popping like that-" a brief dark chuckle escaped him "-her mate, leader of this once damn great city was amazing...They had three kits, one a half breed and the other two pure lion, at least in outer appearance. Completely scaleless but their fur shimmered no matter how dirty, no matter how much wear they took. It was a single order that brought this chaos to the city of Myr'lok Kyurll...A few million gold for a coat out of these young'ens pelts. Skinless people always wanting a taste of our beauty." he spit as if he tasted acid in his maw, the tiger snarling, showing off his yellowed fangs (or the ones he had left).

"So..." the fox urged on, trying to get the man to come back from his trip.

"So?! Oh, right so! So, the kits were tugging at her cloth, gracious woman wore no armor-"

"The hell, thought this was a warrior?!" The fox grumbled, taking a seat next to the tiger, who simply sighed and stamped the toes of the fox with his cane.

"Wait till i'm finished kit. She was no warrior, she was bred and raised as a lioness amazon, tall thing too. Loving mother that she was she spread her arms out wide and smiled at the men, said-"

A deep growling voice echoed from around the area, the wind howling with menace as the storm picked up. "'You will not have them, the only thing you'll have is a meeting with those you pray to, or be waiting at the gates of hell for trying to steal my little ones from me.'"

The tiger didn't even flinch, he only stood slowly as the fox jumped, looking about before he calmed. "A-ah right, y-you must be the client?" The fox offered, gesturing to nothing in particular. The tiger tensed for a moment, a slow snarl coming from him as he bared his fangs.

"How do you know those words?" he called out to the alleyway, the fox glaring at the old man, cursing him as he gestured him to shut his maw.

"I know those words Bal'tyle because I lived them." the voice rumbled louder, the sound of boulders rubbing together would almost be a perfect match for his rather frustrated growl. The old tiger dropped his cane as his eyes went wide as the newcomer hopped down from the nothings in the shadows, landing steps away from both of them.

"Bal'tyle?" the fox asked

"T-that's the old tongue....I-It means Bard in this language, or close enough to it....How?"

before he could finish asking his question, the lion stood. Mane so red it looked like blood, matching the flame of red on his tail tuft, his eyes flaring open to show the crimson that glowed with both fury and sadness at the same time, eyes so old they didn't belong on this handsome creature. The lion stood there, perfectly still and shirtless as he stared the old man down, the tiger raising a paw to his mouth as he murmured.

"L-little kitten...h-how'd...i don't understand?"

"This story, my good Bal'tyle, is far to long for you." he picked up the cane handing it to the old fur as he wobbled backwards to sit. He stood their, snow not even piercing the black of his fur as it shimmered with vibrance. "Now what can you tell me about the Timeless Plain."

"Hold up 'ere, 'ow bout you pay- * WHACK * gods be damned old man stop attackin me 'fore I rip you to pieces!!" the fox glowered as the tiger canned him across his shoulder lightly before standing up, walking up to look deep into the lions eyes.

"Prince Vaylin Shadowlion. It would be to much of me to ask you to be in your service, but thank you for offering."

Funny, thought I would be the one to die. None of us did though. We just stood still to listen, listen to time pass us. Feel the rain on our surface.

You can't have them, the storys only beginning.