You walk around the many old and mangled trees and wonder what happened to them long ago. As you are walking and the trees are swaying back and forth with the breeze that seems to come and then go in matter of seconds you spot a tree that stands out among the rest. It is an old oak in the middle of a forest full of pine. Its thick base is gnarled and twisted in a beautiful way, some of its branches seem to twist every which way but the same way it was meant to when if first started to grow.

As you are looking over the tree you hear the crackle of a stream behind the tree. You look behind the tree wanting to see the stream but there is nothing now only the sound that seems to be so near but no ware at the same time. Call rattles through the forest and seem to attack your soul. One call comes from behind you then disappears before you turn around.

Then from the shadow emerges a form, its orange coat catching light that in not there. Tattoos line two of his legs and a scar lays over one of his eyes. A low growl well up form his throat before he speaks. "You are not welcome here. Now leave..." At that his voice disappears and only he is left standing there a cold look form his eyes.

Then as he turns another from appears in front of him, the shadows of this place match her dark coat. Django back up a little and lets her pass talking in a different language to her, she just nods her head and twitches her tail a bit, then her dark eyes fall on to you and her lips slowly curl back into a snarl showing long white fangs.

Looks at the other again she glares back to you and lashes her tail back and forth. You take s few steps back and almost fall on you butt tripping over your own feet. Then comes a grown that you have never hird the likes of before, it seems to ecko in your mind.

~ You are on our terrtioy and that might have a bad effect on your life ~ Blinking you look at her and awed and almost tranfixed. ~ Human I am not like others I have not been taught to obay every command and I do bite, If I were you I would think of turning on you trail and leaving… ~ her voice trails off in you mind.

You try to speak to them asking why… but the wind comes up and a mist shrouds the place, leaving you almost blind. When it clears they is gone, the only thing left is their foot prints and even as you look at them they disappear in front of you eyes. You begin to turn and leave when a call breaks through the shadows, one that seems mixed with sadness and joy, hate and love, and fear and strength. Then another answers eckoing in you mind again.

Then turning back to the old tree it is no longer there! And just a shadow of it remains. You think it is time to head back for there is no one here and this place seems to have a hunting and scary thing about it for more has happened here that you could ever explain. Walking on to a different place the cal breaks out again streaming though the mountains and then dying a silent death.