Northstar Vale When Stars Align

It seemed that Takeshi didn't take Yuudai's little outburst well because, in a flash, the false Emporer had struck Yuudai down and pinned the samurai with ill intent as he declared that Yuudai would be stripped of his rank for defying both him and Reiko. But as Vespera saw this whole fiasco go down, something snapped in the girl, like the last thread that had been tied to her neck and it finally gave weigh. The Duchess stared at the scene, her eyes glued to the two men as outcry rumbled within the pack.

The voices started to fade into the background.


The only thing that Vespera could see was a void, darkness plagued her vision with only Yuudai and Takeshi in her view as if there was a small projector illustrating this unreal experience.

No, this wasn't unreal.

                                            It was happening again.

                                                                                      It was happening again.

The Duchess watched as the two men's bodies morphed disgustingly into a scene she was all too familiar with, a scene that she so desperately tried to run away from.

                                                                                                             It was Easthollow all over again.

The slimy Emporer that was Takeshi transformed into Greyback, the man that she hated so much with Yuudai transforming into the Duchess herself. Her body was pinned to the ground as he raked her neck with her blood spilling on the ground as it echoed in her eardrums. More of her blood spilled with it creating a linear stream down to her paws as it got between her pads and stained her beautiful dark fur. Though this wasn't happening in real-time, it felt as if she was walking in a swamp of her disgusting blood as the sticky substance submerged her paws. Vespera watched helplessly as the scenario played over and over again as if someone jammed the replay button on a TV remote and it was stuck in a loop. The girl's beautiful purple orbs started to visibly shake as if they wanted to pop out of their sockets and roll away, her breathing started to become short and curt with her chest heaving unevenly.

But.

She felt the little lives in her stomach squirm and wriggle.

Vespera couldn't move, her paws were rooted in the ground as she had a front-row seat to this madness.


                                                                              The girl would quietly have her panic attack as she sat in the long patch of grass.