• MoonSong stood like a marble statue, peacefully looking out over the vast, forest land kingdom that her father, Beast King ruled. The chilly autumn breeze ruffled her white fur, making the sky blue tints of her pelt look like pieces of sky. She folded her feathery, white wings, hiding the light blue tint that they had as well. MoonSong closed her blue eyes, taking in the fresh, crisp scent of autumn. The light blue, cresent moon birthmark on her forehead seemed to glow a little brighter.
    Why can't life be like the wind? she thought. It's warm and quiet during summer, crisp and refreshing during autumn, loud and turbulent in winter, and light and soft in spring. It goes where it pleases and nobody protests against it.
    The wolf hung her head and wrapped her bushy, white tail around her large paws. The world wasn't like the wind, and she would have to live with it.
    Not that it mattered. Her life was nothing compared to that of the ever traveling wind. Her mother, NightWing, had died when she was only three months old. She remembered crying for three moons. When she was deemed old enough to wander out of the Imperial Den, she was teased and tormented by the young males. They made fun of her strange, limpid blue eyes and her rather bushy tail. Pups weren't allowed to tell who their parents were until they were two years old, therefore, the other pups could bully her as they pleased. But when she did turn two, before telling them of her ancestry, she fought them. It had been twelve against one, MoonSong being the one. She had won and earned not just their respect, but also their fear. The she-wolf vaguely recalled taking out one's eye, but she didn't remember who it was. Then at age three, her father took another mate. Her name was LoveArrow. She was absolutely lovely, but MoonSong only saw her as an ugly burden. She was white with pinkish tints both on her fur and angel-like wings. Her teeth were as pink as a young rose, as were her claws, eyes, and heart birthmark on her forehead. Beautiful though she was, she was weak. MoonSong could beat her at anything, whether it be with her cunning or physical ability. And MoonSong relished every moment she beat LoveArrow at something.
    No matter what LoveArrow said or did, she would always be nothing compared to NightWing. MoonSong's mother was stronger, faster, wiser, and much more cunning. NightWing could've outsmarted that twit in combat within two seconds and then defeat her in just one more. MoonSong smiled at this. Her mother was also a wolf with a much lovelier appearence. Her expression always held pride and dignity with just the right amount of sincerity. MoonSong, like many times before, snarled at her father's stupidity of choosing another mate and threw her head up. Then she howled to the bright mid-morning sun.
    "NightWing!" she howled. The haunting call carried throughout the sky for about three more minutes before it died down. The she-wolf smiled pleased at her musical howl.
    "MoonSong! Come here!" exclaimed a voice. MoonSong scowled and flew to where the voice had sounded. It was her father's burly, demanding voice, apparently angry with her again.
    Probably angry at me for beating that twit of a mate of his in running again. she thought bored.

    When she arrived, she stood tall in front of her father's hulking, imposting figure. He was large, even by wolf standards, and their breed was taller than horses. His pelt was long and brown. Leathery, dragon-like wings protruded from his back. His whip-like dragon tail flicked back and forth in agitation at his daughter's pride. But what intimidated others the most were his long ivory horns and gold, cat-like eyes. He was the Beast King. But MoonSong wasn't intimidated, not in the very least.
    "You wanted to speak with me, Father?" she asked politely, disdain prominent in her blue eyes.
    "Yes, I did. It is my understanding that you have been striking suitors who have asked for your paw. And then flying away smirking." her father snarled angrily.
    MoonSong's hackles raised the moment he said suitors. She hated males, every last one of them. She had no intention of mating and having pups. MoonSong despised both ideas. She didn't get along with children and was unimpressed by the males she saw. All they ever did was joke around, acting like drunken up-walkers. MoonSong couldn't help but smirk when she saw them recoil from her strike. They were so pathetic.
    "In my defense, Father. I have made it obvious that I despise males and the very notion of mating, yet I am asked by males who haven't the slightest bit of sense in their head. And I can't help but feel amused when I see them act so suprised at my answer, which is a minor strike to ear or paw." his daughter replied cooly.
    Beast King shook his massive head. "That's not the point. You can't just go around knocking the sense out of males! Believe it or not, at some point in your life, you will need to mate in order to gain the throne! If you have no pups, then you shall have no heir!" he argued.
    MoonSong had had enough. She hated males. She hated mating. She hated pups. She hated this idiotic talk about the throne! She didn't care about the throne! What she cared about was her freedom, she dreamed of wandering the world in search of becoming stronger! And she would get nowhere with this.
    "WELL MAYBE I DON'T WANT THE THRONE! MAYBE I DON'T WANT TO MATE! MAYBE I DON'T WANT PUPS! I DON'T CARE WHO RULES THE KINGDOM! ALL MY LIFE, I HAVE FOUND NOT A SINGLE THING TO KEEP ME HERE WITH YOU OR THAT TWIT YOU HAVE FOR A MATE! I DON'T WANT TO RULE! FROM THIS DAY FORWARD, I GIVE UP ALL CLAIM TO THE THRONE! YOU CAN CHOOSE ANOTHER HEIR!" MoonSong shouted at the top of her voice. Her wings were raised, ready to take her off the ground.
    By now, all the wolves in the area had gathered to hear the argument. They waited to see Beast King's reaction. But he was speechless, and his face clearly showed it. MoonSong waited impatiently for his argument.
    Finally, she said, "No argument? Then I am taking my leave. Farewell, Beast King."
    And with that, she took off into the skies. MoonSong felt not a shred of regret for what she had done. No longer was she a princess, her fate tied to the throne. From this day forward, she was a wanderer.