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Snippets from a ‘Little Pink Notebook’

Snippets of Scenes, taken from my ‘Little Pink Notebook’

from

The Inner Realm Chronicles

By

Lady Adellandra Dratianos

Wolfmate

Wolfblood

Duo-Sita

Starfire

Katarina (Wolfblood):

We were unable to mourn the Lady Locarra’s passing for long. Not only did life have to continue, we were at war with the Demon Armies and ourselves.

The Dragon maiden, Elizabeth helped me care for the Lady’s belongings that she had left behind.

“May I have a private word with you, Madame Katarina?” She asked me timidly, watching as the other servants shuffled around us.

“Certainly,” I told her. I caught the arm of a dragon servant I didn’t recognize, telling them. “I wish a word alone with the Maiden; please remove yourself from the Lady’s quarters.” The servant nodded tightly. “I will tell you when to return.”

The servant left, calling for the rest to join him.

Once the room was empty but Elizabeth and myself, we sat on the Lady’s bed.

“I have a secret; only your daughter the Empress knows of it.” I waited, watching her. “The Lady Locarra, she is not gone from this world for long.”

“You were at her funeral this afternoon.” I said. “We buried her casket in the family cemetery.”

Elizabeth placed a hand on my arm, shaking her head. “Do you remember who and what I am?”

“I know your story, yes.” I told her. “I do not understand what one has to do with the other.”

We stared at each other, her expression urging me to think. She used to be Queen of all Vampires in the Outer Realm. She was punished by the Gods and sent to be the mere dragon-maiden for Lord Brakkon and his Lady. Once Lord Prince Draconis took the Imperial Throne, he made her promise never to Feed upon a member of the Royal Family in return for continued service to Mal’estar and the Nations.

Then it dawned on me. “You broke your promise to Lord Emperor?”

Elizabeth closed her eyes and nodded. “I did so because the Lady Locarra herself wished it.” She explained.

Locarra would never ask such a thing from her maiden, would she?

The question must have shown on my face because Elizabeth nodded. “She will rise soon, come the full moon.” She said. “If you wish to see her, I suggest you be there when she does. She will need the life-force of a healer.”

“Life-force?” I was amazed by the turn of events. “Do you mean my blood?”

Elizabeth nodded. “You are a brilliant healer, are you not?”

“Seconded only to my own Matéré.” I supplied. “I will take her to the Packs in the Dream Realm.”

She abruptly stood. “A Newly-born Vampire around bloodthirsty wolves? They will destroy her on sight!”

“Not when I am there.”

“You must take her far away – Feed her, Heal her, take care of her.” Elizabeth instructed. “Two more transfusions or she will not last her first night.”

“Are you sure?” I looked away, unknowing of what to say. “How do you know all this?”

“I was Queen of the Vampires and you ask me how I know?” Elizabeth smiled. She sat again.

“Have you told Lord Brakkon of this?”

“Of my deed and her plea, of course I have not!” Elizabeth cried. “He cannot know; not yet.”

“He will figure it out sometime.”

“Brakkon be too far into his Chaotic form from losing her to take the news lightly.” She relaxed in her mannerisms, acting more of a friend than a servant. “Please, just trust me.”

To leave Mal’estar when the Royal Family needed me most?

“I cannot leave here anymore than you can Elizabeth.”

She held my arm and squeezed. “You can and you must!” She was serious. “If you want to see the Lady live, you will leave here and dare not return until the war is over and there is peace once more.”

I stared at her pleading eyes. Locarra and I bonded as Lady Mutyrs when our eldest children took the Throne of Mal’estar. It was great news to hear she was in fact still with us, but heartening to know we would have to leave the Nations behind.

Elizabeth was right; Neither of us would survive the War while it was being fought. We had to leave, far away from the Nations and never return until Peace returns for eternity.

“I will do it.” I nodded.


Katarina Mout’ella (Wolfmate)

My mind was set. My heart knew Airemus was my other half. My emotions and thoughts knew my Pérat would never approve of the mating. I had to convince him. The only way to my Pérat would be through his mate, our Alpha SheWolf and my Matéré, Serenade.

For the first time in six weeks, I left Airemus’ side to confront Matéré.

“Will you be here waiting for me when I return?” I asked of him.

“Where else would I be, dearest?”

I smiled, kissed him one last time and left for the Packs in the Realm of Dreams.

Matéré was in our hut when I arrived.

“Katarina!” She cried, running in her Wolfkin form to meet my arms. “You have returned!”

She stepped back and shifted to her Companion form. “Where is your new mate?”

I held my breath, eyeing my father’s curious glare.

“Matere!”

Serenade clasped a hand on her mouth. “Was I not supposed to tell?”

I glared at her.

“You have mated?” Serafim, my Perat asked, an eyebrow raised in interest as he walked up to us.

“Aye, Perat,” I told him, swallowing a lump in my throat. I glared at Matere.

“Where is he? Why did he not join you? Is he from the White Wolf Pack of the Frozen Northlands?” Serafim was full of questions. “Why did you not announce your mating to the Packs? It is your duty as our Beta to do so.”

Always about duty. That’s what made this harder than it was.

I grasped my tail in my hands and played with my fur. It was a nervous habit I knew my children would someday develop. Unfortunately, Perat read through my expression.

“Katarina Mout’ella, what have you done?” Serafim eyed me suspiciously.

I turned away from his glare. “I have mated with a Draconian.”

“What?!” Perat was very angry now.

I knew it wouldn’t work, but I had to try.

“While Matere and I were seeing the Emperor about Pack business, I fell in love with his Branno.”

“Use no Dragon’s tongue around me, insolent child!” Serafim growled. His teeth rattled in his mouth.

“Serafim, please!” Matere finally spoke as a voice of reason.

“Do not ‘Serafim’ me, Serenade!” Perat cried, not breaking eye contact with me.

“Airemus Dranna is a very honorable and just man.” Serenade continued.

“So you have met him already?” Perat asked her. She nodded.

“I was there, Alpha.” Matere stared at him.

“My heart and soul see him as my mate, Perat.” I tried. “I can feel it.”

“Ridiculous!” Perat denied. “A wolf will be your mate, and that is final.”

“Why do you hate dragons so much?” I asked him. Never in all my years has he ever told me.

“They are destructive, dangerous, and despicable creatures.” He told me. “They believe themselves the highest race and have terrible tempers.”

I huffed. “Would you not say the same of some wolves?” I encountered.

He growled louder. “No daughter of mine will mate a dragon. Ever.”

I saw through his anger. He was playing a game, pitting my loyalties against each other. He probably thought I would choose the Pack over my Dragon mate.

He underestimated me, yet again.

I slowly bowed to him. “Alpha of the Mountain Wolf Forest Packs,” I met his eyes. He watched me with a scowl. “If you cannot accept my mating with a Dragon of the Fire warrior Clans, I now declare myself no longer your donan.”

On that statement, I shifted my form to Mountain wolf and raced away before either of them could say a word to dissuade me.

I raced as fast as my pads would let me. My vision blurred as I fought tears that wanted release.

I called in my heart and mind to my beloved Airemus. He met me at the borderline between the Nations and the Mystic Realms. I fell into his arms, crying. As he wrapped his arms and wings around me, I let the floodgate loose. It felt good to finally return to my precious fridishda, Airemus.

He let me cry, without saying a word.

When tears calmed, he caught my lips and kissed me.

“Tell me, Kat,” He whispered, holding me close. “Why do you cry?”

“I told Perat about us.”

“And?”

“I renounced him and the Packs.” I met his eyes. They were full of love and concern, as I knew they always would be.

“What? Why?”

“Perat hates dragons.”

Airemus was silenced for a moment. “I see.”

He relaxed and pulled himself away, turning his back on me.

“I love you, very dearly Airemus Dranna.” I told him, placing a hand on his back and tracing his shoulder-blade where his wings met his back. “I chose you over the Packs because I can never live without you.”

He turned back to face me. “Why renounce him and the Packs?”

“The Pack always follows its Alpha.” I explained. “Thanks to him, they would never approve of our mating.”

“We need your Dratyr’s approval to gain that of the Pack?” Airemus asked. “We must confront him, first thing.”

“No!” I cried, shaking my head.

“We must!” He admonished.

“Not right now, we won’t.” I sighed, knowing he was right. We need the acceptance of the Pack, and in order to get it, we had to confront Perat. “Let him settle down for a bit; we were both angry in our own ways. We will confront him when we are both calm.”

“I will go with you, Katarina.” Airemus said. “As I should have done in the first place.”

Would it prove disastrous?


Later:

The wolves of the Packs stood behind my Perat, ready to attack a suspecting Airemus. Both my father and mate stared at each other. Perat flexing sharp claws as Airemus wavered a hand over his sheathed sword.

I was held two of my Pack satils, one at each arm. Savron, my true satil was silent as his pack brother Gerad held the other. They held me back so I wouldn’t interfere.

They didn’t understand, for neither knew love nor had mates of their own.

“Release me, please Gerad.” I struggled against his grip.

“Silence, Beta.” He growled under his breath, keeping his eye on the scene.

I turned to my older satil. He was calm but not even he could do anything about our perat, for Alpha’s Word was Pack Law.

Savron’s eyes seemed to say “I’m sorry, Sita, for my hands are tied.”

I turned back to the scene.

“How dare you, dragon!”

“Please, Alpha, listen to reason!”

“So you can spew more lies from your gullet? Spare me!”

“Neither SheWolf or Katarina have any problem with me; why do you?”

“This is your last warning, dragon. Leave or you will die!”

“Release my mate and we will leave quietly.”

That’s when my Perat signaled behind him and attacked, his court cronies attacking my new mate.

“Airemus!” I yelled as loudly as I could, struggling against my Satils’ grips.

I had to do something, before the pack was destroyed by Airemus as he protected me. He was capable of killing them and I didn’t want that.

With every attack, I watched as my mate swiped an arm that threw a wolf away from him.

“Stop this, Seraphim!” Serenade was the voice of reason.


Adarramena Dranna (Duo-Sita)

Adella and I have been inseparable since the day we were born. It was hard to believe just how easily the twin bond could tear us apart. She wanted us to stay in wolf form for she fears the wings of the Dragon claiming they hurt and cause too much pain. We finally have them. After all, are we not DragonWolf?

We finally get our wings, and what does she do? She denies herself — us! — the true-form of our heritage. She’s not gonna stop me from using my wings! I’m gonna soar!

I saw something from the corner my eye as I soared over the Empire’s Marketplace. I stopped in midair and saw a brilliant and very large Companion-like Dragon zoom in my direction. As he came closer, I saw the Royal insignia on the metal attached to his shoulder.

He was going to plow into me if he wasn’t careful.

I screamed, bracing myself for the impact.

Sure enough, I felt him, and my world went dark. When I awoke, my eyes fluttered open to see a male dragon leaning over me and I knew he was male by the way his dark eyes looked into mine with concern.

“Are you all right, my lady?” He asked.

“Ow.” I blinked, nodding.

He laughed lightly.

“Thanks for plowing into me.” I spat sarcastically. “I really needed another knot in my head.”

He laughed again.

I frowned. “Just what is so funny?”

“You,” he said, still staring into my eyes.

“Stop staring at me, it’s embarrassing.”

“I meant no harm, my lady.” He continued. “I apologize for attacking you.”

“I’m sorry you attacked me, too.” I spat back.


Starfire Hawk (Starfire)

“You’ve been brought before us, Starfire Hawk because you are next in line for the Epsilonian throne and you must be taught.”

“I don’t want it.” Starfire growled under his breath. “Why can’t one of my siblings take over? They know how to lead, I don’t.”

“Which is why you will learn.” Lord Emperor Draconis pointed out.

Starfire looked to Brakkon, who stood behind the Lord Emperor, his hands behind his back. “Father, please!”

Brakkon smiled but shook his head. “My Lord’s word is Law.”

“What about my feelings?” Starfire cried. “I’m your son; don’t you care how I feel about it? Why get the Lord Emperor of the Nations involved?”

Brakkon and Draconis smiled at one another.

Something told Starfire they were both going to scold him. He braced himself.

“What?” He looked from one to the other and back.

“I am Brakkon’s first son, my mother being the Ancient Mystic Locarra Cobrianos.”

“Lady Locarra!” Starfire cried.

Brakkon and Draconis kept their smiles and nodded.

Starfire bowed repeatedly. “I’m sorry, my Lord! I meant no disrespect!”

Starfire.

The Lord Emperor’s voice echoed gently in his mind. He stopped in mid-bow and stared at him with wide eyes.

The Emperor spoke. “Call me Draconis.”

Starfire slowly nodded his head in understanding, still awed by the Emperor’s offer of informality.

“How do you feel, bratton?”

“My Lord – Draconis – I don’t want to rule the Epsilon.”

Draconis’ Lady Empress spoke. “Why, Star?”

“I’ll mess it up.” Starfire told her truthfully. “I don’t know anything about it and probably say the wrong thing and start a war.”

“I highly doubt that, son.” Brakkon chuckled. “With Joel’s help, you will be able to rule the Epsilon with flying colors.”

“You really think so?”

Brakkon nodded.

“We’ve all had our doubts, once upon a time.” The Empress told him. “It’s only natural.”

“Just look at your sister, Kit.” The Lady’s twin continued. “She was always so spoiled and a terrible Companion as she and Kat grew up in the Dominion with Orthos. She did terrible things unheard of, yet she couldn’t lead a troupe to save her life.”

“Years and wars later, with a changed heart, Kitten’s Claw was honored with the title of Lady and Gifted the Feline Village.” The Empress continued her twin’s story. “She didn’t know what to do, but she learned as she grew.” She placed an arm on Starfire’s shoulder. “It’s a tough road to travel, Starfire Hawk, but I am certain you will be a fine King someday.

“Have faith in yourself, Kano.” Brakkon told him. “Adellandra is right; you will be fine.”

“Now to find that older brother of yours.” Draconis looked to his Lady. “Can you trace him?”

“I’ll do better,” the Lady smiled at her cousin Starfire. “I’ll teach him how to do it.”

Starfire gulped.

The Lady laughed. “Relax, Star; it won’t hurt, and it’ll only take a few moments.”

Starfire nodded.

“Ready?”

He nodded again.

“Close your eyes and concentrate on the Mystic Ties.” The Lady began.

She taught him how to trace a certain psychic string of webbing she called the Mystic Ties to family members. She even helped him locate the Tie belonging to his half-brother Braken Joel.

There was a familiar surge of energy down Joel’s psychic Tie, and a certain pull that told him his brother was sensing his presence.

May I help you, Starfire? Braken Joel wasn’t happy. So you found me; what do you want?

Come to Mal’estar, Joel. The Lady’s voice was magical, like many voices in one. Bring Kita.

Why have him follow my ties to say that?

The Lady stayed calm and her voice lowered. Please join us, cousin. For me?

I am obliged to you, cousin, so I will join you. I will find Kita and be on my way.

The Tie seemed to slam closed, so neither Starfire or the Lady could sense or reach him.

“What’s his problem?” Starfire asked her, once she opened her eyes and met his.

The Lady gave her Lord and Brakkon a look.