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The white Vixen narrowed her eyes, and growled softly. "Then what do you suggest elf?" Either way the lycan figured she was dead. They were going to come destroy her, and perhaps it was for the best. She was the last of a long line of royal lycans. But if she died the lycans in the area would become even more aggressive then they had been. Though she not thought of that yet.

Silveria saw red at that, and her furr bristled as she continued to struggle against the trap. "If you think I will allow you to kill me before they do. You have another thing comming." But it was that rage which snapped the trap in too and allowed the lycan to be freed. "Hmm what do you know I freed myself from their stupid trap." Then she whirled and vanished from sight just as the other elven hunters arrived.

Silveria made her way onwards towards a hidden lake, that she had gone to many times to play her flute, that had been in her family for many generations. Upon reaching the crystal blue lake, the lycan took her elven form. White hair flowed down her back in long ringlets, but she wore an orriental like robe that allowed her free movement, and she began to play a tune on her flute. But the flute itself was enchanted to speak stories and paint pictures. But it would effect different people emotionally if they heard the music. Some were known to weep for unknown reasons as the music reached its peak.

Though it was part of her hertiage the elder of the lycans knew that she was a hunted creature, for no elf could tolorate a lycan even one that was half elven. Luckily thought the elven lycan that the elf hadn't followed her. That would have been rather embarrassing to explain that she was part elf.

Silveria had no clue that she had been found out. How ever when the music came to a close, she made the flute dissappear. Standing up she glanced at the lake one last time. For she knew she would not be coming back to these parts. She had tried to reason with the elves for peace with the lycans. But it had not worked, she had not wanted her people to die even here on this world. Unlike the great betrayal of elves and men on her own home world wich irradicated her own pack members. "Ah mother nature I have tried to reason with them. But it does no good, the elves here will simply not listen. And before they know it even the lycans will cease to live within the forrest itself. I will go to the territory of wolves, were at least I know lycans there exist in a peaceful unity and were the tree spirits still are active. Here everything is as quiet as a silent tomb."

Then the elvish figure vanished, and the fox was again on the on the move heading into the tree lines unaware that some one now knew what her other half was. Of course had she known she was being followed the viven would not have been very happy.

Silveria finally reached her den, and placed safe guards upon her cave to keep anyone from intering into her home. And from there she once again returned to her elven state, and got ready for a very long nite of sleeping. How ever in the capitol of the royal elves they had indeed been hiding the fact that they had talked to silveria in elven form and had refused her peace talks. Though no one wanted to say their reasons on why that was so.

Silveria had passed near the capitol city on her way out of the elven lands, and leaping up into a tree changed forms once more, and started playing a tune on her flute. But it was extremly sad for the flute told a story of betrayal between man, and of elves, and what they had done to the lycans of silver moon planet. There were sounds on the edges of the captiol of people crying for unknown reasons. But no one knew that it was because of the elder of the weres that it was so. Except for one.

Silveria narrowed her eyes, and nearly dropped the flute she had been playing. Putting it away she glanced at the strange elf.
"I suppose we do. Though I should wonder why you are not in the capitol of elves. Are you a lycan as well or perhaps a halfbreed?" She was suspicious of him. "Or mayhap you are a spy for the elven royals."

Silveria narrowed her eyes, and smiled darkly. "Then if you are neither, there is only one option left and that is you are of course of royal elven blood. You most certaintly fooled a lycan into thinking you could see." Though of course she still continued to keep things to herself. Things that would have been very important to his family if they had known they had tried to kill an elder of the lycans. Though she had no intention on revealing that yet.

Silveria only smiled revealing her fangs. "Truth often has a way of hurting people, even though it is not intended to do so. But you see had I been slain, the strain with the lycans would have diffently been broken. For I am the last elder of the lycans. Though they too know of my blood lines though I myself am from another world. And so I do not truly belong to this one unlike the dark mage Valoris."