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Etephyr wasn't royalty but she wanted to be. She often gazed up to the crown with fierce determination in her eyes and promised herself she would be there, some day. The vixens mother was akin to a fox despite having zero relation to the animal, in other words, her mother was sly. Etephyr was conceived by scandalous means. Born naturally dead, by royal standards, it meant her eligibility to her kingdoms throne was out of her reach. Yes, she was the bastard child to the king... and oh how the king loved his daughter. He snuck her in through back doors and back gates in the dead of night to share the lavish luxuries of his kingdom. She and her mother slept in relative comfort for their peasant status, it stayed that way until the age of 1. Then everything went to absolute shit.

The kingdom fell, her father murdered by a usurper who commanded the throne, Etephyr and her mother wasted no time and fled from the kingdom before the usurper began to cull the people. In an instant they lost everything. With the closest living relative two months journey away, Etephyrs mother took a chance on a pack who consisted of shattered remnants of their fallen kingdom. The group was harrowed by the culling's they witnessed, families were systematically split apart and culled. Hangings, burnings, quarterings, beheadings, so much death, gore and devastation. For days, anyone within a mile could hear the anguished cries of mothers and fathers, husbands and wives, all burying their loved ones; at least what pieces that they were left.

Etephyr and her mother stayed with the pack for a year, the images of everyone losing their home hadn't faded but traumas knife dulled ever so slightly. They had begun to heal, rebuild and some even ventured back to the kingdom to find any family who might have lived. Many did not, most stayed far away and told no one of their losses. The new kingdom branded those who fled as defectors and any who return would be killed, or worse enslaved and brutally beaten each day. At least, that was how the rumors told it.

Etephyr didn't know what to make of her newfound life, she was angry and bitter at the world; until a boy crossed her path during month four of their stay. Together they grew, they laughed, they grieved. As young as they were, they could not see what had begun to develop between them. Both wouldn't dare quit the other, each night they parted they could almost figure out what it was ailing them. It took six months of playful 'I hate you's and 'I know you are but what am I's for them to realize their words run deeper than they thought.

In true cool and smooth fashion, Etephyr announced what she felt with gusto. Saying, "I feel weird when I'm around you, you make me dumber and I fumble my words." The boy laughed, admitting he felt the same. For a moment they shared an awkward chuckle, staring into space before the boy broke the ice with a kiss. It was headily returned.

The rest to be explored in character! Or perhaps not