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Kalira rolled in her bed, the silken sheets wrinkled with her movements. Her bed was up on a short platform with a pillar at each corner with potted plants around them. Shelves of scrolls and books against the walls, a vanity with a polished glass mirror. Her jewelry all laid out for her morning routine.

She whined as she thrashed, head pressed to her pillow. Her nails wound into the sheet, tail coiling up toward her body. Her face twisted in a fearful frown, tears over her cheeks.

The city was in flames, smoke stacks as high as the full moon in the sky, but all light was muddled from the inky mist and smoke. Flashes of metal, the wet crunch of steel on bone as another was cut down. There was screaming, mothers in search for their young, children ran and wailed for their parents.

This city was familiar, the tall teardrop domes on towers and the center palace. The guards before the palace were armored in leather with red sashes around their mid sections. Shields and spears clanged as the mist swelled against the palace walls. The massive gate holding back a flood of swirling darkness. Each flash of lightning followed with a chorus of roars.

The guards before the gate were lined up, bashing their spears and swords on their shields, echoing their own battle cries. Fear and clean streaks from tears on their faces. Some furred, some scaled, some were even human. Helpless as the solid wood gate groaned, the steady slam of a battering ram.

A voice called more clearly over the mass of angry cries. 'Heave!.... Heave!'

With one last crunch the gate was thrown open, smoke billowed over the guards as the flood poured into the palace gardens. The flash of blades, crunch of bones, and thunder of foot falls. The rows of guards cut down, gutted by wisps of darkened shadow, some had faces, others did not.

The guards began to retreat, a tall ox with a gold and red helmet throwing a sword through two figures of mist. 'Retreat! To the palace!'

He was following soldiers, arrows bouncing off the ground, pillars, and some pierced through fleeing men. The ox himself took an arrow into his shoulder, roaring as he grasped his arm and stumbled over the body of one of his many fallen underlings. He hit the ground, a hand down to scoot back, massive hooves kicking out at shadows that neared to overtake him.

And like the rest, he was ended, left to lay in a puddle of his own blood.

The mist swelled around the palace doors, wood reinforced with metal. Around the palace the swirling shadow continued, cutting down any who dare raise a blade. The victorious roars and cries, blades and spears up to shine in the little moonlight that peered in through the darkness of smoke.

Inside the palace torches were burning, an antelope in a golden helmet with two swords behind what remained of the guards. 'We may lose today, but we will take as many as we can with us!' His face was bagged with age, worn with worry. Eyes gleaming with a touch of tears.

At his side was a female who also wield a sword, tears in her eyes and streaked down her cheeks.

The guards threw their swords and spears high with a roar, 'For glory! For the king!'

With one last bash the doors were thrown open, a door falling free and crushing a guard under it who failed to scramble back fast enough. The mist however, did not move from the doorway, the towering ram slinking back into darkness.

The female stepped forward, 'Who are you!? How dare you attack our kingdom without cause!'

The shadows were dark, twisting and swirling around the few figures who were grinning, wide eyed and restless. Like animals behind cage bars from their prey. Only the glow of their eyes truly visible through the ink. From the middle it was darkest, not even a fiery light of eyes. A more solid form that seemed to produce this dark shadow.

The king stepped up to his wife, 'We do not fear you! Come and taste death snake!"'

There was a low chuckle, dark, deep. Ripped from hell itself, sending a cold chill through the room as mist crawled across the floor. Slowly it boiled to full on laughter, joyous and deranged.

The figures in the mist lunged forward as one, blood coating their blades. What courage there was quickly faded into terrorfied screams. Each crunch another step, shadow snuffing out the torches as they continued.

The king cut down with one sweep, the queen cowering against the throne of her husband, her hands holding the sword out before her, trembling. Her light brown eyes wide with fear. "Get back! Get away from me!"

The mist paused, only she remained, the darkened figure dragging the king. With a hand outstretched the king dropped to the floor at the feet of his queen. Bloodied tongue out, eyes bloodshot and half rolled back. 'Are you frightened, my queen?'

The sword wobbled, 'N-never!'

'You should be,' they chuckled, again booming into full laughter. It echoed like thunder around the room, the dark smoke crawling up over her in small tendrils. Wrapping over her legs and toward her mouth.

She thrashed and screamed, swinging the blade only to have it bat out of her hands. 'No! No! Mercy!' Her hands brushed at her arms and body, while her screams rose in pitch until the smoke flooded into her mouth and nose. Her hands lifted to her throat, nails clawing at her soft fur, tearing away chunks and staining herself with blood.

Kalira threw herself up with a cry and tumbled out of bed in her haste to get free of the sheets. She threw her head around, slipping down the ramp and pressing her back to a wall, away from her personal balcony that looked over the western sky. A whimper passing her lips as she gazed at the moon that still was visible in the sky. It would be full in a days time.

She jumped and slipped away from the door as it was opened, "Whos there!?"

The two fox guards stepped in, lowering their heads and averting their eyes, "M'lady you screamed. Are you alright?"

She breathed and wiped her face of tears. She snatched up her sash from her vanity and tied it on without answering. She slithered out as fast as she could, "Father!" She hurried along the hall, her breaths hard, chest heaving. No... No! I was right! It was always faces I had never seen but now... Queen Isis! She threw open her parents bedroom door, "Father!"

Her parents room was similar to her own, only bigger with two vanities and a few weapons in racks around the pillars with a far larger bed. Both adults threw themselves up, looking around with pants. Her father rose a hand and ran it over his head and neck, "Kalira..? Sands what has gotten into you..."

She slid up the ramp and over onto the bed. Only the sheet between her, her father and mothers coiled forms. "It is Queen Isis! The Vehirim capital will fall on the night of a full moon!"

Her mother, a dark golden yellow with a dark maroon front groaned as she laid back down, "Another dream... Go back to bed."

Kalira grabbed her father's arms, "Please Father! Please! At least send a messenger, something! I would rather be proven wrong than proven right when it is too late!" She was shaking him as best her weak body could, tears soaked her cheeks.

He hissed a bit, his arms grasped hers slowly pushing them away. "Kalira, enough... Return to your room and Khand. Forget your petty dreams they have never meant anything more."

She gasped, "What? No! You must believe me I saw it!"

He slid from the bed, grasping her hands as he dragged her toward the doors, "I will hear nothing more of this or your dreams. This has gone on more than long enough." He pulled her into the hall, her two guards had followed, bowing before them as the two serpents passed.

She leaned away from him, fingers pulling at her father's hand, "No! Stop it! You are hurting me! Father stop! Please!"

He shouldered open her door and threw her onto her bed, "I will hear nothing more of thiss! Iss that undersstood?" His hood was open, tongue flicking as he hissed.

She could see her siblings as they peeked through their cracked doors. Khand slowly entered the hall from Vajas room. She sniffled, returning her gaze to her father who had his arms crossed, glaring at her. "Y-yes... F-father..."

With that he turned and slid past Khand, a hand grasping the rattlesnakes arm and he swung his head to face him, "Handle your betrothed from now on."

He bowed low, "Of course King Ramite." He watched as the far older naga left and slipped into the room, pushing the doors shut with a heavy sigh.

Kaliras skin started to crawl, her coils raising to her bed. She turned and pressed her face into her pillow, nails wounding into it and tearing holes.

Khand turned to her, slithering up the ramp and onto the bed to sit at her side. His hand stroked over her back, "You and your foolish dreams... To think your father would let such a childish behavior continue for so long..." His long nails scraped along her back, making her gasp and shake, "When we marry I will not hear of it at all. I will not stand for any of it. All you ever seem to do is complain and cry about these nightmares..." His hand rose and he forcefully rolled her over, his coils slipping onto the bed and grasping at hers.

Kalira put her hands to his chest, her body twisting to keep her coils away from him, "N-No Khand stop it."

Thought they were about the same length, his body was thicker and heavier. His body pinned hers to the bed, using a lower hand to yank her sash to the side and grind their cloacas together, "Five days time you will not be able to say 'no' to me..." He lowered his head, hissing into her hood, "Not even your father can touch me... As my wife you musst obey... You will remain the quiet beauty you were when we firsst met, and keep that trap of yourss shut! You are nothing more than my trophy wife."

She turned her head away, feeling his flesh fall against her scales, "Khand... Please stop you are scaring me."

His tail rattled with a hiss, "Good... Maybe teaching you some fear will help you behave more like a proper wife." His phallus pressed against her scales just above her cloaca. "For as beautiful as you are, your dreams and behavior make you impossible to want to deal with."

She pushed at him again, a hand lowered to cover her cloaca. Tears streaked over her cheeks with a whimper, her body trembling under him. She squeezed her eyes shut as she pressed the side of her face into the pillow.

He snorted and slipped off, his hands lowering to shift his sash back over his cloaca, though still partially aroused. "Best not hear about this again Kalira... I doubt your father would truely complain if I punish you my way." He opened the door and left her alone as he closed the door behind him.

She laid in the bed, phantom feelings of his scales on hers. Her eyes did not waver from her ceiling, tears continued to stream down her face. Her heart pounded away in her chest while her stomach wrenched in fear. This is the first time I have a name for a face... The first time I recognize anyone and no one questions it but me. Something is going to happen, but no one believes me... She rolled to her side, head rested in her hand on the pillow.

Kalira slowly blinked, gaze far in the distance. Images from her dream in her head, replaying over and over again. The deep brooding voice of the leader. It had been the first time in a long while she had heard him truly speak. His voice was typically the last thing she heard before she woke up. I have never seen his face... I do not even know what he is.

She slowly sat up, shoulders slumped as she moved to sit at her vanity. She picked up her cloth, pouring water into a small basin to wet it and pat her face to wash the tears away and help with her puffy eyes. As she worked she started to relax, patting her face dry before she wet the small stick and started to draw the gold around her eyes, careful but quick with her years of practice.

A task she did every morning, and removed most nights. Sometimes she was so tired from her studies and stress to bother washing her face. She had lost quite a few small brow gems in the process, but usually they were found within a few days. Once the golden paint was on she picked up one of the gems, wet it in the sappy paint, and placed it on her brow between the arrows.

She held it for a few moments to insure it stayed, then moved to begin slipping on her jewelry. Her armbands were first, then her bracelets, followed by her rings. Then she slipped the small chains onto her horns and bat her eyes as she checked her reflection. Once she was sure it would do she changed her sash, having noticed a smear of Khands fluids.

With a breath she opened her door and left her room. She knew her family would likely be down for breakfast, but she had lost track of time so it was possible she had missed it again. As she slipped into the dining room she found it empty of her family, but servants were clearing the table.

A young mouse paused and looked over at her, "M'lady Kalira, you must be hungry." Without another word she set the tray back down on the low table and bowed, "Lady Zechesi is awaiting you in her study when you are finished. I will tell her you will be delayed."

Kalira nodded once, "While you are at it, find out where Koska is."

The mouse maid bowed again and quickly padded away, leaving the other servants to place the picked platters back on the table to allow Kalira the same variety her family had earlier.

She nestled down on a pillow, and picked through the spiced meats to fill her plate, including some fruit and a handful of grains with a sweet biscuit. Once her plate was decently full she wove the trays away. With a glass of wine before her she picked at her food, chewing with her sharp teeth and far back molars. Careful to keep her fangs tucked up out of the way for their own safety.

She was almost finished with her glass of wine when the door opened. Her eyes glancing up to eye her brother who slithered to stand above her.

"Mother and father are still very upset with you," he started, crossing his upper arms while the lower were still behind his back, his hands likely folded together.

She sighed as she lifted the cup to her lips to take another sip. "Did they tell you...?"

He sat beside her with a huff, back against the table, "It was another dream, Father is the most upset about it."

Kalira scooted closer to him, "You remember Queen Isis? And King Onouris?"

"What about them," he questioned taking a scrap off her plate to eat.

She took a moment to take a breath and collect her thoughts, "They were in my dream... On the night of a full moon their capital was taken."

He coughed a little and looked at her, "I thought you never recognized their faces."

"I did not," she stated, "This is the first time I have seen a face I truly recognize. I told father but he just scolded me and threw me in my room... " She downed the last of her wine and allowed a servant to take it from her. "Khand was no help either... Made awful threats about putting fear in me to obey him..."

Koska sighed a bit, teeth grazing his lip as his nose shifted around, clearly thinking.

She turned to him, waiting patiently as there was nothing else she could do. After some time she laid her head on his shoulder, her arms wrapping around his, "Koska?"

He laid his head on hers, "I am not sure Kalira... I do not want to believe you but..."

Her tail shifted to wrap around his, slow sensual movements, "M-maybe you could convince father to at least check up on them? A simple messenger is all I ask... I would rather be proven wrong than anything else..."

He huffed and kissed her head, "Alright, I will talk to him, but I promise nothing." He stood slowly and assisted her up from the pillows, "Now, you have studies to get to. Mother is waiting for you."

Kalira pouted and started away, her scales slipped over his as she went over his elongated body.

He shuddered and huffed, "Tease..."

She giggled and slithered away, her lower hands behind her back, upper folded neatly before her sash. As she slid toward her mothers study, she kept her eyes down, careful to avoid any eye contact. Lost in her thoughts as she recounted her dreams, each one as terrifying as the first. The dark shadows that swelled and slaughtered all that stood before them.

Her scales shook with a tremble, lifting her head as she entered her mothers study.

The dark colored female was sat on a stool, a quill in hand as she scribbled at a paper. "There you are, you are late... Again." She did not look up from her work.

Kalira slithered close and bowed, upper hands folded in front of her, "Forgive me mother..."

"Sit, and begin where we left of yesterday."

She turned and slithered to a small table and stool with her study papers cast across it. With a soft breath she sat, tail tucked up around her as she sat up straight. I hope Koska can get father to understand... She softly shook her head to clear her mind and picked up her quill, other hand taking the lid off her ink.

Kalira was on the way to a well needed bath, her studying had left her exhausted and her hand stiff from the quill. She slithered down a hall toward the washroom and paused by a hall. She heard soft moans from down the corridor, along with deeper ones from a male. Servant with a guard perhaps? She glanced around a little as she made her way down the hall.

In one of the small store rooms, ment for bed linens and clothes the moans were only partially drowned. The door was ajar, the soft flicker of a torch from inside. She felt her heartbeat against her ribs, scales sanding at the floor as she neared.

"Oh! P-please m'lord be gentle," the female whispered with a sense of urgency.

He hushed her, followed by a soft crash and the light moved away.

She let out a moan, "Y-yes! Oh sands-!"

"Gods how I need this..."

Kalira put a hand on her mouth to muffle her gasp, Khand?! With a servant!? My own elder sister is bad enough but a servant!? Against her better judgement, with tears that welled in her eyes she put a hand on the door, pushing it ever so gently. She did not have to open it far.

Khand was loomed over a small rat servant, His sash tossed carelessly aside, hands grasped on her hips, and around her ankles. As he held her feet up his hips threw down against her. The wet sound of his flesh in hers. He hissed in pleasure, "Sssoo much tighter than Vaja."

He then leaned over, hissing playfully in her face, "How'ss it feel? Ssstuffed full of royalty."

The servant let out a muffled cry through her hand, "A-amazing m'lord."

Kalira backed away and felt a rock in the bit of her stomach. With a hand on her mouth to muffle her cries she turned, back down the hall toward the washroom. He is filthy... Disgusting! He would rather bed a servant than torture me with his presence. How could father see anything remotely good about him!? She threw open the bathroom doors and grasped a pillar as she was sure her body was about to give out under her. Nails on the sandstone as she coughed and tears spilled over. I have to marry that... That thing! He is nothing but a male whore!

She let out a startled cry as she noticed a fennec servant, "Oh... Sands you scared me..."

She bowed her head, large ears back, "Forgive me m'lady, but are you alright?"

Kalira took a few breaths, a hand up to wipe away the evidence of her emotions, "I...I will be fine... Draw a bath for me."

The servants bowed deeply and turned to handle the task.

Once drawn she slumped into the warm water of the bath. The room was aglow with torches and wax candles that filled the air with calming scents. The eastern balcony darkened with the night time glow of the full moon. One of her hands grasped a grape between two fingers, slipping it between her lips as the fennec servent beside her used a cloth on her chest.

The door opened and the servants backed away, lowering their heads as they did, "Lord Ramitie."

She laid her head back, shifting to curl and turn, "F-father..."

He had his lower hands behind his back, uppers crossed over his broad chest. "You convinced your brother, but you've not convinced me..."

She placed her hands in her lap, "Father, I... Koska does not believe me, he likely does not want to believe me. If my nightmares are true than by morning Queen Isis will be gone... I want to be wrong..."

He slowly slid over the lip of the tub, into the water that lapped around them. One of the servants untying his sash before it got wet. "Enough of this, it gives me a headache..." He lounged against the side, tail swaying to be enveloped in the warm water. He rose a hand to his brow, rubbing his temples, "Koska convinced me, by tomorrow evening we will have a reply from King Onouris and Queen Isis. Until then, I want to hear nothing of this... And if it comes back false..."

She sat on the bottom and sighed, "I will... Never bring it up again..." Her hands rose to rub at her arms, a shiver racing through her body. Her coils pulled closer as she sat in the bath beside her thirty foot father. After a few moments, and the servants washing them both, she shifted and pressed herself to his side, "F...Father?"

"What..." His voice was gruff, irritable. As if he thought her next words would cause him grief.

She put her hands on his chest and laid her head against his shoulder. "Why did you chose Khand to be my husband?"

The king let out a relieved sigh, "He was the next heir of age. His father's kingdom is large and strong, shared among his young the kingdom will grow likely three times over. Khand has a skill in diplomacy, and seeks non-violent approaches to differences. He also asked for you by name."

Her head lowered, lower hands picking under her nails, "F-Father... I am not sure he will be loyal to me. Or treat me like a wife is ment to be treated."

"Nonsense, Vaja says he is most respectful and the servants seem to like him. Come your wedding day he will swear his hand to you and you to him and all will fall into place."

"And... if he is not," she whispered, soft as could be. Her eyes rose only a hair to look at the larger cobra.

His large hand pet over her hood, "You worry too much. I am sure Khand is eager to curl up in bed with you tonight. Now enough of this, how are you studies coming?"

She rose away from his side with a breath, "Slow... Mother is not pleased with me in the slightest." While she listened to her father ramble about how his studies had been she drew a distant gaze. He has everyone eating out of the palm of his hand. Vaja lying to continued bedding him. Servants told to hush. He has not slept with me in a week, and even then it was because Father talked to him on the way to the bedroom. Come midnight he abandoned me....

After her bath she slithered into her bed, arms around her pillow. Her eyes looked over at the western sky, the full moons glow hardly visible as a cloud fell over it. Is it a cloud? Or is it smoke from afar... Guess we will find out tomorrow...