The greyhound unit was set out as soon as Alec and Justin arrived back home. They were used as messengers, while some were sent out to the wall of Kenya to inform them of the coming battle. Messengers were sent all across the land to allies, forces, and cities to gather troops, spread the word, and begin the build of supplies. Taxes were raised, and families had to say goodbye. No weapons were crafted, rather it would be a war of teeth and claws just as it was in Kenya... just as it was when the ancient battle began in their first generation. However, during this whole time... the full week Hugo had not emerged from his room even on the announcement of war. Alec was not surprised.
Freya had hardly seen him since then. She had only her thoughts to keep her company lately, which was not the most... comfortable situation for her. Even Justin rarely came to visit her, but she knew why. Sighing, her eyes closed and she leaned her head back against her bed. She had not even bothered getting cleaned up. After the long conversation about the war, about Cathilon, and she would be going with them she had little desire to do much. She missed home. She never wanted to be apart of a war, never wanted to pick a side, and never asked to be hunted down. She did not even understand why this was happening besides for the warning Mouse had given her. She could not even understand what was happening anymore, let alone get any answers. Perhaps, it was time to come clean. Maybe it was time to step back from this world. This was not her war. She did not want to take sides. Let alone be on the losing side. Could she trust Alec? Could she trust anyone here? Thoughts bounced back and forth in her head just as she once more fell asleep.
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A nudge against Freya's side made her groan low in her throat before curling up tighter. Her head nuzzled against her pillow before she felt a tongue slip along her cheek. "What?" She mumbled before pawing begun at her side. Forcing her eyes apart, she glanced up to find a large wolfhound standing over her. For a second, she stood there in utter confusion. The canine... a wiry greyish blue was huge with gentle excited brown eyes stared at her. That was not what confused her though. This hound was.. "Ottar?" She whispered softly. It was her dog. This was not possible. She had to be dreaming, but reaching to scratched under his chin she knew it could not be. The large canine barked at her and stepped back just as a smaller one tackled her.
Freya could not stop her laughter as a small ten pound chi-poodle begun to lick at her. The small canine nudged and shoved herself close before jumping around. Looking back at her master, the dog waited for her. They both probably wanted to go outside and eat, however she was still reeling. Petting her smaller dog, Jolina, she sat up to look around the room. She was laying in a queen sized bed complete with a thick heavy blue blanket, a pink quilt and large matching pillows. A giant stuffed frog plushie laid at her side while the other side was filled with stuffed animals. A lamp sat on a wooden dog crate beside her with a dog bed next to that. Two glass windows sat by the bed while a large cat tree sat across from the bed. In confusion, Freya turned and pushed herself off the bed. Her feet came in contact with brown carpet. Walking across it, she came to the closet where she pulled it open to find a row of clothing, a dresser, and a stack collection of belts. Looking around, she located her boots... all of her clothing.
For a second, she she smiled as she touched her clothing. They were modern cloths, which reminded her.... Looking down she found she was naked besides for cotton panties. Blushing a bit despite being alone, she grabbed a black bra, a black tanktop, and jeans. Yanking them on, she pushed her feet into some black boots before exiting the room. She normally kept the door open because of her cats, which she found asleep on the couch. She stopped in the living room to find them on the brown couch that sat in the middle of the living room along with the fire place. It was still working on a log that was almost turned to dust. Jolina and Ottar were close behind now barking and dancing by the door. Without thought, she opened the door to let the two out while her eyes turned to the two cats. Just as she remembered, Prancer was a large 15pound tabby maine coon. His rich long brown and tan body made him handsome as ever. Black stripes covered him before blending in a cream and white along his chin and stomach. Bubo, a ten pound female, was much more simple. She was mostly white with a black face, paws, butt, tail, and a few black spots on her body.
Prancer was always the first to greet her, and before long the large cat was rubbing against her wanting to eat. "What is going on?" She mumbled as she reached down to huff the cat up. He gripped onto her with his front paws on her shoulder while her arm held his rump. Walking to the couch, she brushed her hand along the dark oak side tables on either side of the couch, then to the coffee table. Deciding neither was fake, she moved to the kitchen adjacent to the living room. True to her memory, the cabin was all made of wood, small, and smelled of nature. Setting Prancer down on the table, the large cat sat down just as Bubo walked in with a gentle mew. She too climbed onto the wooden chairs and found a spot. Freya smiled a bit, still stunned, before opening the cabin. Dumping canned food into two bowls, and placed them for the felines to eat. That was when she decided she needed to explore. This... wasn't right. She couldn't be back home. Was everything just a dream?
Freya hesitated, but slowly she came to the door. Her hands trembled for a second as a strange feeling choked her. She was scared. She felt it creeping in her bones, gnawing on her, and she hated the feeling of it. Why was she scared though? If she was home... then everything... Shaking herself mentally, she pulled the door open. The wind slapped her, and with a wide smile she stepped outside into the cold morning. Golden eyes drifted along the beautiful scene before her. The sight of the endless ocean of green grass, the town of trees, and the sight of little creatures as they ran about. It was as she remembered it. A beautiful sight stood before her. It was something she had long forgotten about which left her feeling cold even as the sun kissed her skin. This was home. Even the sky was clear today with full sun, even though it was slightly chilly.
Looking around, she found Jolina and Ottar laying in the sun not far away. Jolina once in awhile pulled her head up and perked her ears. Her head snapping about as she searched for critters before laying down again. She had always loved to relax in the sun, enough so Freya often had to force her inside. "Come on!" She called out to them causing both dogs to roll and sit up. Perked ears and bright eyes turned to her. For a second, she stiffened at the sight of endless black holes were their eyes used to be. Blood dripped from them.. slowly along the fur and to dead grass below. She blinked, and once more everything was normal. Shaking herself, she walked over and knelt in front of Ottar. Jolina, in her jealousy, jumped up and barked at Freya for attention. She ignored her though as Freya's hands brushed along Ottar's face. The wolfhound had no blood... eyes were normal... what.
Shaking her head, she decided she was just tired and stood up instead. Laughing, she picked up her chi-poo and begun to walk. Jolina was good with that and laid her head on her owner's shoulder. Ottar followed right behind them as they started down their normal path. Something did not feel right however. She tried to ignore it, but she simply could not shake it off. Nothing here seemed real to her, even if she held the warmth of her friend in her arms. Even if the familiar path looked the same... however it wasn't. Something about it just did not seem right. The further they walked, the darker it seemed to become. The sky that once seemed so bright was now becoming cloudy as the sun was swallowed up. The trees seemed to bend in, and for a second her eyes flickered back and forth. She kept catching movement in the corner of her eyes. She shivered slightly as goosebumps started to rise on her skin. They looked like eyes...
"You truly are not from this world." A voice chirped. Freya's head snapped up as she came to a cliff. Her eyes turning to a form to her left. A man... women? Freya could not tell. The voice was so light, the body was covered with large black wings while orange feathers colored the stranger's back. Long orange hair covered the stranger's face, but what caught Freya's eye was the black feather than hung from the stranger's hair. Whoever it was... they had no shoes, nothing else covering them, nor could she see their face. Instead, they were staring off to the distance before her. "You will change the course of this war. I look forward to it."
Freya eyes widened as she clenched her dog closer to her body. Before her, she saw a large stone wall that seemed to go on... and on.. and on. It circled and along a mountain, which seemed pointless as the mountain too went off forever. However, on further inspection she could see caves. Could it be that was the purpose of the wall? Watch towers had been built with wood, but she noticed no one was inside of them. It took her a second to realize guards were stationed along the wall, but within seconds chaos started to break out.
A loud thunderous boom shook the sky as dust and smoke rose into the sky. It was loud enough she flinched away. It shook the Earth itself and within seconds guards were yelling. They pulled away and prepared for battle. She watched as hundreds of felines... lions, servals, cheetahs, pumas, ocelots, house cats, and so many more started to appear from the gap of the wall. One after another... some in human form others in feline form to attack the guards below. Their fangs found throats, claws ripped into flesh, and roars of battle begun. Those very guards in turn started to shift, others ran, and others were too terrified to fight back. It didn't matter.Their blood was spilled, and the felines slowly came to a stop as a figure appeared. They stepped aside for the female as she walked across the blood stained ground.
Her eyes flickered about as she smirked slowly. Long white hair with black stripping... bare chest, and long grey fur pants. She wore no protective clothing, rather she displayed herself to her foes, confident and daring. Her eyes were sharp, murderous even. Her lips were turned up in pleasure of the sight before her. A white tail flickered behind her with black stripes. Little did Freya know the person she was looking at was Tessa Jourmgund herself. "What am I watching?" Freya choked out.
The person at her side smiled in amusement. "The fall of the Kenya border. You better hurry, little rose. Your pack doesn't know."
Turning her eyes to the stranger, she found they were gone. She was not home. She... she was dreaming. This whole thing had been a dream. Clenching her jaw, Freya's eyes went back to the battle field to watch as a strange bird came to rest on the shoulder of Tessa. A small bird that was orange besides for its head, wings, and trail. A bird she had never seen, yet seemed to be at home within the chaos and blood bath below. Indeed, it was time to wake up.