Edrei singing in the forest.

Edrei: There was panting, heavy breathing in the night. The sound of paws rapidly padding against the ground. The moon was full and the air was still all save this lone hunter. However, the hunter was not aware it wasn't the one on the prowl. In one of the trees, he sat, body covered in cloth and leather doing his best to keep his scent from spreading. "Just a bit more..." And when the beast finally padded close enough, he threw a knife, cutting the rope of a trap overhead. The beast was caught and howled loudly, thrashing at the bars of the cage trying to escape. With that he slid down the tree, blade drawn as hunters came up from holes in the ground, leaf covered trap doors being thrown aside. "And that gentlemen is how you trap a werewolf." He bowed to the applause, many of the guards cheered till the beast slammed itself against the side of the cage. "Relax gentlemen. Cold steel, bolted with silver. He could not break out of that if he tried." The scent of honeysuckle could be smelt for miles. Snow fur along the lean creature. Prowling towards the commotion, canting its mow in the right direction. A gentle look overtook her figure. Frozen ocean optics that peered at the hunters. What were they doing with lycan, her kind? Keep it on display? Teach others how to toy with them? What was this human's motive? Only time might tell. Snarling underneath her breath, and crouching down so she might blend in with her surroundings. She shook her bulbous skull, when she heard all the talk about how they had been catching lycans for years. That was the sad truth abut our species. We were always on the run to keep safe. Watching the onyx furred creature, sitting with its muzzle in the air, looking as if it was going to howl. Shortly, the hunter slammed the cage making her flinch even at a great distance. Don't you dare howl!" Sighing to herself as she kept her distance from the mortals and the other wolf, at least till it was time for her line of attack. Using her telepathy to speak to the other wolf, "Hold on, I'll get you out of there." Her voice being soft and reassuring. The she-wolf began to crawl a tad closer but also lurked towards the darkness. Trying her hardest to not be caught. Locking her gaze with the others, light emerald ones. There was something about this wolf seemed familiar. Once hearing the wolf was being sold for two bags of gold, it angered the young wolf. Though when the other wolf pace around, her optics widened at the sight. "Shadow!" Edrei called out. Soon realizing she spoke out, though it was still only through telepathy between her and the other, it brought her at ease. This was going to be tricky getting past everyone to gather her friend. Hell what did she get herself into? After but a few moments, Edrei had to get him out of there and fast. Shadow perked up his ears at the shouting within his head due to the connection. "Red get out of here! Its not safe, go, run now!" Taking a risk and ran towards him, to humans it would seem like barking at each other but to the wolves, it would be totally different. "No I'm not leaving you. I can't loose you, not again." The younger she-wolf tried to stand up against the cold metal cage, but was kicked off by one of the hunters. Yelping in pain, landing on her back before rolling onto her side. Watching him be carried off in the cage by three hunters, tears rolled down her cheeks. "SHADOW!!!!!!!"
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Screaming into the air, before opening her gaze. Panting heavily and looked around the forest. Looking down for a moment to see she was in the middle of nowhere. Resting her head in her fragile hand, she would shake her head. "Not again....." She began. Sighing to herself and shakes her head a little. Soon a song came to her mind that she use to sing by herself as a child. "My lover's got humor. She's the giggle at a funeral, knows everybody's disapproval. I should've worshipped her sooner, if the heavens ever did speak, she's the last true mouthpiece. Every Sunday's getting more bleak, a fresh poison each week, we were born sick. You heard them say it, my church offers no absolutes. She tells me 'worship in the bedroom', the only Heaven I'll be sent to, is when I'm alone with you. I was born sick, but I love it, command me to be well." Her voice being soft and angelic. Staying on the tree with her irises closed. Putting her entire heart within it.