Tailyanker becomes a Freedom Fighter

One of the small werebunnies chirps up, "Grammy did Taily always remain a Dusk Dweller?" The old werebunny, much older than any living werebunny, looked out across the hallway thru an open door to a room where an even older dragon slept by a roaring fire. The fire flicked shadows onto his scales, now faded, once a glorious bright red. She smiled at the dragon and closed the door, leaving him to his rest. Turning she addressed the children. "No she did not. For as all beings must, she changed. Red and Nightdragon's love faded the way the day fades into the eve. One day they divorced and Red was heart broken. Taily stood beside him, this dragon she now called "Daddy", for truely she could remember no other Daddy in her life." The small werebunnies all gasped in sorrow that Red would be sad. "In time Red fell in love again. This time with Mystic Dove the queen of the Freedom Fighters. He left the Dusk Dwellers with Taily and his other daughter the beautiful Bluemoon. Dove adopted both girls and gave them the ranking of princesses in the clan. They were very happy for a long time, surrounded by the love of a father and mother. Bluemoon grew into a lovely lady, a woman of great beauty and fierce fighting skills. Being fae, Taily did not grow older, instead as the years went by she greeted the babies born to the clan, played with them as children, and loved them when they grew up and moved away. She never forgot her playmates, and when needed she fought beside them. Blue was special to Taily she was her "sissy". Their bond, forged in the early years of Blue's life would never be broken, even when death and sorrow parted them. But that is another story." The children all sighed. The Grandmother smiled. "One Day I shall tell you that story as well Children. But off to bed with you now." The smallest werebunny speaks up in a squeeky voice that reminded the grandmother of an old playmate named Mansta, "Grammy, did Red and Dove live together forever?" The old werebunny shook its now silvered furry head, the dark purple of her fur had faded with age. "No child, although they had a strong love, time and distance caused a rift. But in the end of time, when RedDragon counts the many days of his life, he will say "I loved much more than I hurt." His life was embraced by love, especially the love of one werebunny, the legandary Tailyanker. Now off to bed!" The Grandmother smiled as the small werebunnies scurried off to thier beds and dreams of the Tailyanker. She looked in on the sleeping dragon in the other room. She drew a coverlet up over his hide, tucking it in carefully so as not to wake him. She kissed his cheek. "Sleep well Daddy. I lobes you." She slowly made her way to her rocking chair and sat down to rest, and to dream of her younger, adventourus days, when she lived the legend she now tells to the children of her childrens's children.