Legend States that not but three years ago there lay a cavalcade of were-creatures in the Americas, but the most noble were the tribes of the ones known as Were-tigers. These ferocious felines were divided but not unfounded. The most ferocious were that of the Yellow Tribe once commonplace but they were almost overcome by a strange illness that came on seemingly overnight with the fog leaving very few and they soon went back into hiding, humans report seeing the remnants of this clan in Dallas, Texas.

The Blue Tribe were most confident in their abilities and their confidence was well founded, due to their willingness to blur the lines between the tribes and they value honor and friendship over all else, the proud members of this clan make their dens in Detroit. Michigan.

The Fleetfooted Black Tribe prized speed over power incorperating the teachings of the Cheetah and Jaguar into their repetoire. But their numbers were indeed a rare breed not only in Therianthropy but in nature as well. Unlike their brethren they are compact and and their rare genetic mutation allows them to remain undetected by any species that wishes them harm, their home is suspected to be Mesa, Arizona.

The White clan was the most honorable, out of all the tribes the were the most connected to their ancestors, and thus they were given a gift. A higher understanding of the world around them. Given the power to call upon the will of the world, and their own spiritual energy, they are well versed in the healing arts. But their gifts could not protect them from their predators. The Were-Wolves had feigned friendship with the newest generations, and one in particular was naive enough to fully trust the canines.

Tora Peacefang had always had a rather different outlook on life, his heart was open and his mind was weak. He was born in the time of migration, from Asia to the Americas, and his childish approach led the elders to a peace treaty with the Were-Wolves. All was well for the next fifteen years. Tora had grown into a fine warrior along with a Pup he had befriended five years prior. They shared information, about their customs, their heirarchy, everything.

The Were-Wolves saw their opportunity to move and proceeded with mass genocide, very few survived the attack, but the injuries the sustained either killed them over time or mutated them in unspeakable ways. The three years had passed in what seemed to Peacefang like thirty. He is the last surviving fullbreed, and is on his last legs.

Finally through all the shit I've been through, all the running, all the bloodshed, I'm looking at my way out, a pile of rocks. This so called Stonehenge a place where all elements commune is the strongest pool of mana, in Britain. Morgan said that in order to activate the relics. I must channel the elements and swim through the mana pool into a new life. Morgan and her riddles, next time I see her I gotta get her autograph. The tourists and local authorities might get the wrong idea if I deface this sacred monument, better wait out the storm. I leaned on a nearby tree and looked back on what transpired these past three years.

My mind flashed back to New York. I had been hunted, the last of the fullbreeds. My head would make a fine mantle piece, for the Wolf Queen. I shuddered at the sheer amount of times that almost happened, I'm pretty sure I've used up eight of my nine lives, and I don't want to lose this one any time soon. As the sun set the groups disapated and I was left alone. It was time to make my move, but I felt watched, something's here. No that's probably just me being paranoid. As I walked into the center and begin to meditate. "As the winds blow to the east, the fire warms your glorious feast, set your soul in the Earthen ring, and let the lovely water sing, as it's song fills your ear, begin again now starts your new year."

"Here Kitty, Kitty." No no no, not now I was so close. "There's a bad moon on the rise," Stay calm. "Playing cat and mouse for three years tends to get on a dog's nerves." Don't blow it.

"How did you find me?"

"Morgan is quite talkative, when her neck is under the guillotine."

"She just wanted to help me."

"I'll never understand what witches see in cats."

"Nine lives mothafucka."

"And you only got one left."

"That's all I need."

"Don't think I'm all bark and no bite, remember tonight's the full moon." Dammit he's right if this doesn't work it's game over. The moon came up over the horizon and the tall man's teeth sharpened as did his fingernails. His jaw and nose stretched into a dark muzzle. His bones snapped out of place and his skin became furred. "Kitty Kitty wanna play?" His voice grew dark and daunting. "How about some fetch?" He disappeared and grabbed my arm. In a split second I was thrown into the air.

"Son of a Bitch!"

"Don't bring my mother into this!" He laughed.

"Damn, he's gotten faster."

"Stronger too," He came from behind and slammed his fist into my face and my skull into the ground. "White tiger huh, more like rag-doll."

"TERRA MATRE PLACERE MIHI DET LAUS TUA ET VESTRA POTENTIAM, UT POSSIT RID MIHI AETRENA ESSE AB HAC VITA TIMORIS ET AUPERESSENDUM FAC ANIMA MEA PEREGRINATIONE AD TERRAM ET GENUS ANIMARUM!" The stones glowed as the loud female voice echoed throughout the countryside. "i HAVE HEARD YOUR CALL."

"You didn't,"

"I'd laugh but I'd hack up a hairball."

"Madam Alpha will have my head,"

"Not if I take it with me!"

In a flash of light I was out like one.

A white Allicorn finds something in her bed she didn't put there the night before. She could see the creature was in pain so she let it be. She saw that it was barely alive. Maybe she could find out what it was and how it got there using some psychological magic. Her horn sparked to life and her mind was flooded with pain and sadness unlike any other. She reluctantly delved deeper into his subconscious and his pain became her own she held back the tears as best she could, the terrible images of slaughtered creatures, and screams snapped her back to reality and threw her on her ass. The creature's eyes opened and it sprang up and over her. "Who are you, why am I here?" He shouted.

"I was going to ask you the same thing."

"Are you a horse woman?"

"Yes I think."

"It worked,"

"What worked?"

"I bridged the gap, I got through, I'm safe." Tora removed his hood and let out a sigh of relief.

"Who are you?"

"Tora Peacefang."

"Is that a wolf name?"

"No, cat name."

"How did you get here?"

"Don't know, I asked for a life in a land peace and Harmony, and here I am."

"Harmony,"

"Yeah," The Allicorn looked out the window to the setting moon and her rising sun. She thought maybe this creature could help her. Maybe he's just what she needs to help keep her kingdom alive.

Across the world, an angry dog howls as he returns human. "That Pussy ass mother fucker, I'll kill him."

"What do we have here?" Another man stood next to a tall woman. "A Were-Wolf," The man held out his hand to the Wolfman.

"What are you?"

"That is none of your concern, all you need to know is that we can help you, and you can help us." The man's dark tone and hunter green eyes, instilled fear and respect into the Canine.

Author's Note

I Give Cred to my Editors thatwheelchairguy and 12intandem.

Translations:Terra matre placere mihi det laus tua et vestra potentiam, ut possit rid mihi aeterna esse ab hac vita timoris et superessendam fac anima mea peregrinatione ad terram concordia et genus animarum.=Mother earth please grant me your praise and your power to be able rid my eternal being from this life of fear and survival please grant my soul travel to a land of Harmony and kind souls.