She was at peace, sleeping through nights. Something she hadn't been able to do since she was a small child, but she had a wonderful home, a great and handsome mate and their many children. Granted she was used to a larger family, none of them were in the picture. It almost made her have a wanting for more... She was in and out of sleep in the early morning, feeling her beloved's head rest on her own gently before he spoke to her. ”Pandra, my sunshine, I’m going t’ re-mark the borders while everyone’s asleep. I love tch’ya.” She smiled softly at him, her eyes still closed. "Okay, my love. Be safe." She said quietly before he left the den.
Her peace was disturbed quickly though, as she heard Achilles call for a meeting. Her arctic eyes flew open as she and the children bolted from the den. This wasn't normal, what was happening? She would have known if they were having a meeting, Achilles would have planned it with her. She bounded out of the den, but quickly fell behind her children as she felt pain shifting through her body. Her sky pelt was blinding, and then flickered out as wings ripped out of her shoulders. With a gasp, she felt . . . Different. She didn't have time to be worried about her new look, taking on that of a Caracal pelt and tail, ear tuffs sprouting like one and her new kestrel wings. She just kept running. As she neared the meeting area, the Theta was laying on the ground bleeding.
She rushed to the spirit elemental. "There is a war active, Dawnshire, Hawthorne, and Amberbjorne against Sindri, Nightingale, and Tarben. Artemis, if I didn't work with spirits on a regular . . . I'd think I'm dying. Your children are here with me . . . I was attacked, he was black with brown eyes . . . I think he was . . . with Tarben." Artemis was having a full on meltdown over the lifeless body that was now laying in the clearing. Pandora felt her breath catch in her chest as her eyes quickly looked to Achilles. Her children were showing up one by one, along with the rest of the pack to see their healer dead and hearing the news of war from all other packs just outside their gates. Khione and Iris sticking together as always, Iris fearful but her protective sister looming above.
”Artemis, she needs to be buried. I am quickly taking her to the Southeast portion of Sabertooth. Her burial site will be marked with some flowers – I will gladly escort you there later if you so wish. Please stay here with the pack – Hermes will make some announcements in my stead.” Pandora hadn't tried to fly yet, so fear struck her about taking to the air just yet to follow her mate. She watched as Artemis let go of the deceased female, weeping into the ground as Remus loomed nearby. "Members of Sabertooth. Our theta, Lazarus, has sadly perished due to the war between all the other packs of Starfall occurring just south of here – at the Proving Grounds.” Her head turned to her son, reading the anger in his emotional pelt. She knew it too well as she experienced it herself, but when she looked to her pelt it wasn't colored in bright hues anymore. Instead, she was coated in orange and white. Confused, she looked to her son once more. ”She told us that it was a male with black fur with brown eyes and has potential ties to Tarben. If any wolf meets that description, take their life like they had taken Lazarus’s. Show. No. Mercy. That being said, Sabertooth now has an enemy – Tarben. No wolves from Tarben are to be let into these lands. I am not sure what other announcements my father may have – please stay gathered here until he returns.” Her body moved to take to the throne, her seat that she always sat in. It was strange without Achilles beside her, but she waited. Her brown and white wings still tightly folded as she didn't know how fragile or strong they were. She'd need assistance, good thing her children and mate had wings and knew how to fly. "We must stay together and remain strong. We have no enemies, so I don't think we would be made a target." She spoke out to the pack. "Lazarus was asked to keep tabs on Hawthorne because of their size and lethal Bloodlines. She was likely trying to keep out of sight and watch the war to report back to us - Never would we have expected for a murderer beyond Hawthorne . . . Let alone one who would target a gentle soul who likely didn't even fight back."
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"It's like I have this sickness, sickness . . . "
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