.and they come.
and they come. if you kill them they are dust, if you let them live they are pain.

Part I-[ Aria’s Speech ]

Do you know their coming...
She lifted her shaking head to look at the masculine that took her life.
They had me caged...chained and shoved into a cage! Ha! But no more… no more… I’m free now thanks to you!
The fae's eyes became glossy, with tears and with the gloss of the death's hand.
I... I'm sorry for my mindless behavior… I don't believe I was like that… once in my life anyway. but i can not remember back that far.
A smile caressed the fae's lifeless features... blood still draining... staining her pelt and matting it.
Do you know who I speak of brute...do you know those who once haunted this vile place?
Her voice grew firmer
They want it back you know... they don't like how things are laid out these days. These last days. They'll come in force... at first a few... I, myself, was the first, I believe. They'll bring their magic... their horrid magic. They'll bring the disasters, they'll bring great times of hardship and trail... they'll bring death and chaos. Worse then already is found here!
The wind began to pick up and clouds appeared swiftly from over the mountains, rattling with thunder and lightening. Aria looked up at the sky and sighed
be careful m'lord...they know many tricks. And they’re not afraid to play them. They know too much about here. You be best to leave. The others will come to. Which side they take I do not know.
She shuttered as the rain fell harshly upon the two beasts.
Be careful of him... he will come and but he shall not go... he will be forgotten but he shall not forget. He's coming now. Don't you feel it! Arg! How could you I’m sorry my mind seems to be slipping.

and they come…

Part II-[ Shawman + Truthers ]

Shawman gracefully cascaded down the side of the slopping rock cliff towards the fight he’d sensed had been taking place. The harsh, cold wind of winter snapping at him as the jaws of a snake. Winter is far…why is it that the north wind blows? Shawman thought to himself as he came to a stop behind a lone male…young and wounded. Where’s the other
The young male was called Truthers and he was a newly admitted member of the Illian pack, Shawman new this for he’d watched the male. Shawman watched all. Truthers stood still…still as the dust that fell around them.
Truthers turned his head, his eyes shown disbelief and fear. His leg bled slightly from a wound another had inflicted. Where the other was, was yet to be determined. As Shawman ran a thought towards the male…he turned and shook his head still bewildered and then slowly walked off. Shawman eyed the young mascu. What startled him so? Shawman took a brief look about and found no signs of a struggle, the only blood that lay here was of the mascu’s, but the scent of death lingered here.

Amongst another feeling, a feeling that Shawman had not sensed for a very long time. With that Shawman took off back to thunderhead. The dust still falling.

Part III-[ Elemental Council ]

Shawman’s black coat glistened with the newly falling snow that embraced the mountain called Thunderhead. It’s snowcap peak hidden behind clouds of silky white bliss. At the top he stood idle. His eyes fixed out over the edge of the mighty mountain and off into a distant space. Behind him rocks clattered and a delicate frame appeared. T’was Gaia. Her brown-red pelt softly covered in snow, her eyes fixed on her mate.
What’s wrong…
Her voice was soft and caring, filled with concern and love for the male that stood in front of her.
Can’t you feel it.
His voice had an edge to it and his muscles tensed under his thick, onyx pelt. Gaia shuttered behind him, his words were cold… colder then he ever spoke to her. Shawman turned upon feeling her presence slink back. His eyes softened and his muscles relaxed, shaking his head. Forgive me Gaia, it must be this wind. Winter has never come so sudden before.
His cool tone come back and his brow untensed, smiling coming to his lips. Gaia sighed and trotted to his side, Shawman easily doubling his mate’s delicate yet toned form. Gaia appeared young, almost of a child’s youthfulness, but her eyes shown her wisdom and her maturity.
Tis’ alright, I was merely startled. I foolish thing I’m afraid. But please don’t worry yourself… it seems you already have things to ponder on.
A glow came from the smile on Gaia’s features and it made Shawman feel a little more at ease about the far-off feeling he’d felt at the fight earlier.
Do you feel? I don’t know how you couldn’t. They’re there and they’re ready, waiting, and planning. Why I believe the first minion was killed today! Light Gaia they’ve never come so quick.
Shawman’s voice shook and Gaia stayed close to him, hiding her face in his shoulder as a harsh wind whipped by them. She felt it to…and he didn’t need to hear her say it.
Behind them two other forms appeared. One of a broad, muscled wolf with a youthful glow much like Gaia. He had a sleek frame and a dark pelt with a reddish tint to it. Another came along side him. Her frame was petite but she was toned. Her silver pelt brought out by the misty haze about them. Gaia turned and so did Shawman. The male spoke.
Sister, you called and I answered, he turned to look at the she-wolf at his side. And I brought Zinc with me.
Shawman nodded at Rawfyel and Gaia smiled
Thank you brother. Gaia stepped away from Shawman as he followed her with his eyes.
You all know why were here…
Shawman eyed them all as he turned to face them from his spot along the edge. His eyes were firm and he was tense and prepared, although his mind seemed a jumbled mix of emotions and ideas. The others in front of him stood firm and intent. They to were ready.

and they come…

Part IV-[ Legato’s death + Quarrels]

The wind howled over an empty canyon. The sounds of the young pair who’d founded it were gone…just as the short-lived spring was. Where they’d gone…no one could say. Many thought they’d been to tempted to follow yet another path and search for more territory and they merely got lost. Others say many different and bizarre things but no one seems to really care anymore.
With the abrupt winter prey as been harder and harder to find. The prey seemed to know the winter was coming…because they to just went away. The fight over food and territory borders now becomes apparent. Small quarrels have been waged among faiths, and some in the faiths. No one really knows why they fight…nor do they seem to care. It’s a like an old drive has come back, the drive to fight to show your dominance. No longer are the peaceful days that once lay ahead of the wolves of Aiela…now the times of hardship cry out…and they don’t seem to be going anywhere.

and they come…

Part V-[ four stones ]

The four boulders lay idle on the Valcon Steps. Their cold features illuminating the cold, winter air ‘round them. Three lay in a triangular format, almost as if they were bound to each other, but one lay outside of the form. It was an onyx colored rock, its form was small and jagged, the light shimmering off it’s exterior like the moon off calm water. In the dense, night air the rock seem to glow and shimmer with a light all it’s own, if you could call what it illuminated light. For the emotion you got out of the rock as you approached it was cold and dark, like cooled steel, yet it was jagged and rough as if it were trying to harm your mind. The other emanated feelings to but they were more tame, some even pleasant. What these four boulders that fell onto the steps mean, no one seems to know. Sure they have their guesses but that’s what they are, guesses. To see it plainly most do not care for the rocks, they see no significance in them and so their fore they pay no mind. Oh, but they should take heed. Mother Earth is mocking us now, taunting us with her storms and floods, fires and avalanches. Or is she? Is this a warning or a punishment, you can decide for yourself what you believe but I shall remain anonymous.