One as soft as a white feather, untouched by blood as it floats through a battle field.

And yet anything but pure.

Her story was carved in stone, set in time bathing in the star ways until it ended.

If it ever would.

"The blessed dark wolf"

To those who know her name, no you do not.

To those who think they know her, you never can.

When your whispering Eris in fear of the dark.

Your should be whispering Erisandre and running.

"The Wolfen King"

To the man who could know her,

do you run in fear of her terror?

Or do you rejoice in her darkness as it matches your own?

Do they also scream out in fear of

Niklaus Mikaelson?

"The beloved Salvatore"

The friend who knew her.

Who's ice could chill the fire.

And yet ignite it all together.

For she calls to Damon Salvatore

and he does not call out in fear in return.

To the terror that awaits, lurking in the night, fear what can be seen.

As that feather had just floated into Mystic Falls.

And so had Klaus Mikaelson.

Hi!!! This story is one of my all time favourites that i have written. I hope you guys enjoy it to.

As usual the plot line contains many mature themes.

Enjoy! Love you all~

Hannah x