A fic about Oliza, Betia, and the Obsidian Guild. It also reads into what if Oliza had a child with a wolf? Would it survive? Would it have powers? If so, what kinds? I also talk quite a bit about Pratl, Betia's brother in this fic. So, there is female-slash in it as well as Pratl finding a mate. (and BTW: Pratl is STRAIGHT) ENJOY!!!

Chapter One

For the first time ever, Oliza woke up with a man. Betia had spoken to her brother Pratl about giving Oliza an heir to Wyvern's Court, and although the wolves were not the best of friends with Oliza and her family, Betia was, and this was the closest that they would get to having a child of their own.

Oliza stared into Pratl's calm, relaxed face. He slept just below her chin and was sleeping lightly, ready to wake and guard the tent that they slept in at all costs. Betia was out, she couldn't bear to watch this happen, in fact, she didn't want to.

Oliza had argued with her the night before, saying that she didn't want to do this, that children were out of the question for her and that it was not necessary. But Betia had insisted. They had gotten news that there was still no heir to Wyvern's Court, and that things were becoming a mess. If they could bind the three, the wolves, hawks and snakes, they would have created a creature so wonderful and so capable of ruling Wyvern's Court as well as the forest, that it would end the wars and hopefully stop all the prejudice that seemed to be continuing.

Pratl stirred and Oliza wrapped her arms around him, running a hand gently through his hair and then down his back. He gently kissed her neck. "Would you like to try one more time?" He whispered to her. "To make sure everything works out."

"Once more." Oliza had to admit that it felt great to have sex with a man, but it also felt great with Betia, and Betia was the one she loved. Pratl would never replace Betia, not in any way, Betia was her partner, lover, best friend, and protector.

Pratl finished what was simply a duty and stood up from the bed. "Thank you Oliza." He blushed a little. "I have missed..." He trailed off and began to dress.

"What have you missed?" She asked him, moving from the bed to her dressing area.

"Just...Being with a woman." He replied. "I used to be married, but she died." He looked pained. "And...we wanted children. So you, giving me a chance, it is a gift in a way. I know that you and Betia will raise the child -"

Oliza came over and gently touched her finger to his lips. "You are this child's father, and no matter what, that will never change. It does not give you any rights to the throne, but it does give you the right to be proud of him or her. And I promise, you will be in its life." Oliza placed a kiss on his cheek and left the tent.

Betia returned and protectively hugged Oliza when she found her. "You didn't go straight on me did you?" Betia joked.

"Goodness no!" Oliza quickly placed a kiss on her lips and took her hand. "I just need an heir...not a husband!"

"Well, then hopefully Pratl solved that problem." Betia led Oliza to the fire and they sat down next to it on a long carved out log. Oliza rested her head on Betia's shoulder and closed her eyes.

"Why did you want me to sleep with him?" She asked. "I mean, I know for an heir, but it could have been someone else...anyone..."

"No, not just anyone. Pratl is gentle, and he is kind, and he would be nice. Many male wolves would have hurt you, and I wanted you to have a night that was gentle. My first time wasn't." She turned her head and buried her face in Oliza's hair, placing a hand over Oliza's stomach, which they were hoping would soon house a child that would inherit three dynasties.

"I'm sorry Betia..." Oliza whispered.

"Don't be." Betia whispered back. "I have you, I love you...I couldn't ask for anything more." They stayed in that position for a long time, just resting in each other's embrace.

Eventually, the dancing began and the Obsidians came out and began to move gracefully about the stage. Oliza joined them and Betia watched and smiled at her until it was time for a partner dance. Then, they danced together.

Pratl came and watched, fascinated by everything. He had never seen anything like the movements that these people were making. Oliza and Betia were too distracted to even notice him, and he took his wolf form and left silently, allowing the two women he had cared most about since his mother's passing to be together.

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"Where have you been!?" Velyo demanded of Pratl.

"Out." Pratl got in his face and then walked past him and to his house. He was packing it up, leaving. He no longer wanted to be a part of Frektane.

The only other wolf tribe he could join was run by a wolf named Viho, who was Velyo's cousin. He was a much calmer wolf however, and was not mean to his people.

"And where do you think you are going?" Velyo demanded.

"Away." Pratl replied.

"Why?" Velyo asked.

"Because I have no reason to stay here." Pratl replied. "My mother and my sister and my wife are all gone and I have no reason to stay here."

"Your upset because that Oliza girl loves your sister and not you." Velyo commented. "That's it isn't it?"

"It's none of your damn business, but it would be nice to find a woman again, perhaps one of my kind." He emphasized the part about finding one of his kind because he didn't want Velyo to suspect a thing. Had his one night with Oliza caused him to have feelings for her? No! He wouldn't let that happen.

He carried his supplies out of his house and left, heading toward where he knew Viho's tribe was. There would be women there, beautiful ones, and he would be able to move on, past the point he was at right now. He was a twenty-four year old man, he couldn't continue acting like a teenager who had just had sex for the first time.

Quickly, he moved through the forest. Viho's camp was about a days walk for a wolf. He made it there by nightfall and spoke to Viho briefly.

"You can stay with my friend Dasha and her family." Viho told him.

"Thank you sir." Pratl gave a nod of his head and Viho pointed him to Dasha's house. The smell from inside was delicious. It smelled of cinnamon and vanilla. Someone was baking.

Pratl entered the house and looked around, noting how everything was set up. The kitchen was large, but the woman standing in it was just the perfect size. She had red hair that went just past her shoulder and was humming an old tune.

The living area had furs to sit on, that was how the wolves had always sat, and the bedrooms were designed to that you could sleep in a nice comfortable bed. Each bed was centered neatly in the room and had a night table next to it.

"Dasha?" Pratl asked her.

"Hello!" She greeted. "Viho told me that a guest might be arriving from Velyo's camp!" Her eyes were a sweet gentle brown and her face was soft and kind. (Think Erin from All My Children...) "Come in, dont just stand there." He followed her to what must have been the guest room and thanked her for allowing him to stay there.

"Where is your family?" He asked.

"Well," she stirred something in a pot, "my father is hunting and my mother died when I was young." She replied. "And Viho thinks that it is his right to marry me and I dont want to marry him." She added. "I want to be in-love and with Viho it would be in lust!" She laughed and finished cooking and led Pratl into the eating area. "How about you?" She asked. "Where is your family?"

"Well, my sister is in love with a woman," he began "and my mother, father, and wife have all died."

Dasha paused and looked at him in shock. "Are you joking with me?" She asked him.

"No." He replied. "Not in the least."

"Goodness why on Earth would the Gods have done this to you?"

"Well, my sister and I are still very close, but why would they have killed my mother, father and wife? I have no idea."

"Well," Dasha sipped at her water and continued to converse with him. "Its not as if there is such a thing as 'the end of the World,' although I know some people like to believe that there is. I hate it when people go on pity parties, but it seems you are doing very well at not going on one!"

"Thank you." Pratl laughed. "I just try not to think about the dead."

"Yes, I find that I am the same way."

"Its good to know that someone else thinks like me."

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Two months passed, and Oliza began to feel sick to her stomach every morning. Betia would hold Oliza's hair up and out of her face while she puked. It became very clear that Oliza's night with Pratl had worked.

"How do you feel?" Betia asked one morning, as Oliza shifted in Betia's warm embrace.

"Better." Oliza replied, moving closer to Betia and closing her eyes gently. "I think the baby is finally done making me sick."

"Don't jinx it!" Betia joked.

Oliza smiled and Betia stood and dressed. "Where are you going?" Oliza asked.

"To get breakfast." Betia replied. She engulfed Oliza's lips in hers and moved her face to Oliza's barely changing belly. She placed a kiss on it and smiled back at Oliza. "I think we're having twins!" She told Oliza excitedly.

"Oh! One will be hard enough!" Oliza shook her head rapidly.

"Well, maybe I'm wrong, but not usually." Betia kissed Oliza's forehead and left for real this time, giving Oliza some more time to rest.

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Pratl and Dasha had been in a courtship of sorts since he had arrived at Viho's camp. Viho had enough women after him that Dasha didn't matter too much. Pratl wanted to get married again more than anything else in the whole world.

Dasha was perfect for him. She understood him better than anyone else on Earth. He was completely comfortable around her.

She sat on one of the many furs on the ground of her house and Pratl joined her right away. He rested his head in her lap and closed his eyes as she spoke of how things used to be, when they were all one tribe and not many different packs.

He could almost always fall asleep to her voice, which is what he tried to do this time around. He wanted her to continue speaking, but she wanted him awake. "Hey!" She demanded when he started to sleep. "Wake up!"

"Hmmmm..." He fluttered his eyes open and looked up at her. "What?" He asked.

"I have something for you." She told him, reaching for a box that was on the table. "Its a ruby. I was thinking that when we get married it could be the ring. You would have to make the band of course."

"Yes...of course." Pratl gently brought her face to his and soaked up the feeling that he got from feeling her lips against his. He didn't want it to stop, so he didn't let it. He moved into sitting position next to Dasha and continued the kiss.

Then, in one swoop, she was in his arms and they were off to the guest room. Pratl began kissing her neck and on down to her shoulder, but she stopped him. "I dont want to do this just yet." She told him. "Let's wait for our wedding night."

Pratl looked slightly disappointed but agreed. "Okay." He told her. "Your worth it!" He pulled her to him for one more kiss and sat in shock, letting his aroused body loosen up. He kept her in the bed with him, holding her protectively and falling asleep where he almost always slept, in her arms.

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