Night stalked the Human Lands hungrily. She hjoped there was human children about- they tasted the best- or maybe some trash... Anyways, this wolfm was vile and unnatural. A bounty was what she wanted on her head. She continued to stalk, hoping there was anything, whether it be trash, rats, chuildren, or domesticated animals.

As night began to descend upon the Down Town area, children seemed to come out from everywhere to roam the streets. Apart from walking upright on two legs, they all looked terribly strange from most humans! Their faces... their skin... the strange things they wore on their bodies... all very grotesque! They were trick-or-treaters! Dressed up as Vampires, Princeses, Movie-characters, and much more, they were a strange sight to behold.

There were many of them. But down a few darker streets, there weren't so thickly consentrated. A group of three childeren walked down a sidewalk, seeking out a house that might have it's beckoning front light on. All had a bag of some sort filled with candy. Two of the children were dressed in glistening material and had shiny crowns on their heads and small wings on their backs. The other kid had a strange mask on his face, resembling a human skull. His clothes were pitch black.

Night smelled humans. And these humans.. They were so weird. Her mother had told her that humans sometimes did this. Night decided to take a chance and leapt at the skull-masked human, trying to get a grip on his mask.

The skull-faced human gave a shrill cry and fell back with the force of the wolf's jump. Her fangs got an easy grip on the mask and even grazed his skin below it.

One of the others turned and began to run. The third kid began to scream for help, then ran over to bash Night's Wind in the head with her candy bag.

Night was hit in the head with a candy bag, but that did nothing to get her off of the boy. She bit at his neck...

With all his frantic stuggles and yells, he was no match against the wolf. She easily mangled his neck with her power jaws and their pearly whites. Within moments, he was dead.

The other kid screamed in terror and rage, beating Night with her candy bag still until the sweets began to fly from the bag. She also aimed a few kicks.

.the smoky white wolf had intended to simply pad on by, when she suddenly saw the small human kicking at the other wolf. her green eyes narrowed, and her side ached slightly as she remembered the many kicks she had endured. silent, she slowly turned towards the fighting, head low. suddenly she leapt, lip pulled back in a fearsome snarl, ears pinned against her furry nape. she aimed for the neck of the screaming and kicking human, hoping to sink her fangs into it's fleshy throat and kill it quickly...

The large wolf was watching the night go by from his humans' yard. The occasional treat was tossed his way by small children, and, although most canines would have dove for it, he left it for his small master, who was getting ready to go out in disguise. The dark male's auds shot up when the cry of a child came down the street. Now almost as big as the fence, Kehatin cleared the obstacle and sprinted to the child's aid. Amid the startled gasps to his actions, Kehatin zeroed in on the sounds of the scuffle. With a fierce growl, his loyalty to the two leggeds kicked in as he lunged for the kicking child. He aimed to knock the kid out of the fae's way. Stupid wild ones. Why can't they stick to their own territories. The thought ran through his mind as he whirled around to meet the white wolf head on.

Helpers. Good. Night raised her brown body off of the child that was dead and snapped at the foot that had kicked her.

Kehatin whirled around and leapt at Night as the wild canine snapped at the bolder child. He threw himself at the she wolf, jaws agape. The impact was enough to send her sprawling. "Get lost because this may your only chance to leave, alive." The threat exploded out of the deep chasm within as Kehatin advances and snapped angrily at her throat. He had to make this place safe for his young human, and they weren't helping.

Bah. Stupid dogs. "You were foolish to come with the Beasts! Jaiger! Step down, or come away with me to be free!"
The brown she-wolf snarled as she said this.
"The Beasts are stupid two-legs put on this Earth to feed us! By Robuk, I can't beleive you trust the Beasts!"

Fool! Kehatin was no mere dog. He was of the proud Artic wolf, a breed far larger and mightier than the lowly dogs. A venomous fire burned brightly behind the intense eyes of the brute as he stood between the child and the savage. "Jaiger!?" Kehatin seemed to swell up with anger. "BEASTS!?" Kehatin let loose a snarl with properties that could have been considered a mighty roar. His bi toned fur bristled and his hackles rose to their full extent as his tail cricked furiously in dominance. "These beasts, as you call them, are so much like us. It's lowly strays like yourself that stain our proud kind. The way you threaten their pups like this," Koren paused, swinging his great cranium around to point his muzzle at the deceased child, "THIS is why they hunt us! DO YOU NOT SEE! You come around and off their young because you feel like it. I cannot believe you dare to challenge the very beings that have infinite ways of killing our kin off. Fenris intended that we live in harmony with the humans." Koren's intimidating bulk advanced one step forward. His lip curled to reveal one shining and sharp canine, just waiting to rip into something. "I have my own kin to return to when I wish." Koren paused and tilted his head to one side. "But you are right, the HUMANS are here to feed us. They manage to always have food. I have never, under their care, gone hungry." This was ridiculous! "Stay in your own god forsaken land and stay out of mine!" He was allowed free rein in their down town area and he would make it his responsibility to protect it.

What we need, what we want. It's all lost. The howls of time can fall hard, and fall fast. Before we know it, we are lost, lost and broken.
Time cannot freeze, nor can it disappear. Nothing can happen without time, for we are trapped in time. Time and fate. Fate kills us, time decives us. There is no good. Good means bad.
We cannot accept the good, for it will turn. When you least expect it, the good will turn on you. the good will betray you, leaving you lost and broken. Illusions will dance through your head. And you then become an illusion.
Life is nothing but a perfect illusion. A perfect.. A perfect illusion. The feilds of innocence beat us, rip us, and finally leave us. Leave us for dead. We are pawns, pawns in a war. and we cannot free ourselves from Hell's trap. We all fall someday. We all go. We all must live a life worse than death. We will never.. Never.. Never.. Ever escape. We are chained. And we will always be prisinors of this game. Always.
You are a fool to love
Brown featale growled. "They hunt us because they fear us! they tortured me! I am here for revenge! They started it! Well, they want us to be killers, then fine! We will be!" Featale turned her head to the deceased child also. "Besides, beasts are useless. They destroy our forest. They hunt us for taking their food, for eating the ones they killed. And they kill their own kind, and when my mother went in for a bite when they did not eat it, they shot her." Anger swelled into tears. "The beasts don't care for us, the wild ones! I swear, anyone who falls into a tie with humans has no real wildness at all! It's not natural!"