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EDIT (1/22/2015): Removing tables.

The silver prince went to his den after catching a few fish in the lake the same day he met her, he still felt the fire of her amber eyes melting the cold white of his own. And wether he'd admit it or not, he had dreamed with her that night, it had been one hell of a dream...

The morning that followed was cold, more than any summer morning. The hints of the upcoming autumn started to feel more visible with the passing days. But the northern prince liked it, he was starting to hate the hot summer days and moments like this felt like home.

He woke up with the image of her face saying: "He's a brand new piece of meat in the Ouroboros.." The young prince wanted to hear her voice again, a feeling had started to grow within him, fueled by the desire to claim her over the inopportune male that hijacked his conversation with the pale beauty.

The scent of her pale coat reached the yearling's nostrils soon after he left his den, and determined to see her again he followed it out of the ouroboros and further beyond until he reached a field covered by holes that exploded in an amazing display of boiling columns of water. And there she was, her pale fur camouflaged with the steam that came out of the earth. The young prince smiled at her sight, "You didn't tell me your name" He barked announcing his presence. "I told you mine, That's not fair.."