Are you singing?

Why should I sing?

Because I want you to

Then I shall not sing a note

Come now, become mine

I am no slave to you, never shall

Do not tempt me

Do not command me

You will regret this choice

You shall never hear my songs

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In a time when humans and pokemon spoke the same tongue, their once lived a willful Princess. She did has she pleased, whenever she pleased, not that it mattered much to the others who lived among her, for there was none who could say that the princess did not care for her people, for she did, more so then anyone could ever know. T'was the time in her life when princess choose their princes to settle down and continue the line of the royal blood, however, the Princess was no fool. She saw the darkness in each man's hear that did lay it before her, some tainted by greed, others by power and some just pure lust. However, it was not the way of those times for the Princess to openly say no to a men such as them, so instead she played tricks on them, forced them to some themselves for what they were, not as they pretended to be to please the King, and each in turn were kicked out, never allowed to return to the lands they so darkly desired.

Word of the Princess's tricks reached the ears of those who would try to win her hand, for not only was the Princess a beauty beyond compare, the land that belonged to her family was the richest in soil and in value, and the family perhaps the most powerful of them all for it. T'was not a lie to say that there was not a sane man who walked the earth that time that did not desire either the power, money or the Princess herself. Man after man came to present himself to the Princess, each believing that she was no match for themselves in a battle of wits, only for each to lose each and every time. She saw everything, heard everything and when she could not do it alone, her handmaids helped, for they remained loyal to the Princess above all else. Finally it seemed that there was no man who did not try only to fail when their came one last man. A traveling mage whom wished to try his luck as well. He spoke the same beautiful words as the others, and like the others, he aimed his comments at the King, not the Princess, and so like the others, the Princess was able to trick him as well. She asked him to choose an item amongst the list, the one that catched his fancy the most, a game she claimed. He had heard the stories for her tricks before, so he did have his guard up, but like the others as well, he believed himself to be the wiser and cleverer of the two, so he agreed.

"Pick the thing you covet most after I have named them all." She said softly, a small smile on her lips.

"Of course your highness." Replied the Mage, a sneer on his.

"A man did leave his house to venture out into the woods one fine day. He had a small bag in which he brought empty so in which should he find something that caught his eye, he could bring it back with him, but it only could fit one thing alone. As he walked he came across a most lovely bird. Its feathers gleamed in a manner that did put the sun to shame, and its song so lovely tear were brought to the man's eyes. Remembering where the bird was, he moved on. He next came upon a stone that reflected the light in ways no mirror could ever match. Every color shone from it and it emanated wealth. Remembering where the stone was, he moved on. He then found stuck to the trunk of a tree, a knife of unmatched creation. Its balance and blade was no match for the things he sliced with it. Sitting down, he pondered which to take. And so I ask you this mage who would be my lord, which would you take, were you the man?" the Princess asked with a glimmer of amusement shining in her eyes. The Mage sat there thinking for bit, mulling over each choice, deciding which the right answer was. Then it came to him, what she was planning, so while he would have choose either the stone, for it showed his greed, or the blade, his lust for power and strength, the bird meant nothing, and so to said so.

"The bird, I would take the bird. What good is wealth and power should life be lonely and silent?" The Mage replied, expecting the princess to be stunned with his finding of the truth. But to his amazement, she laughed bitterly.

"You would leave the lifeless objects for the chance to dominate another life instead? How cruel you are, sir mage. Why I must wonder what your treatment of me should be, if I was to be your queen? Would you seek to dominate me as well? Tell me what to do when to do it? Father, do I not deserve better then such?" The Princess pleaded with her father. The King, a man known to hold his one and only child above all other things, was moved by the princess's plead, and ordered that the Mage should never be allowed in his lands again. The mage, outraged swore that they had not seen the last of him, and that the princess would pay for making a fool out of him. She merely sighed, for she had heard this all before. Time turned and the leaves changed colors a many times. When the colors had gone two full cycles, grave news arrived to the royal family's door. The mage had spent the last two years inciting the rage of all those tricked by the princess, and they in turn incited their friends, family and subjects to turn against the people of her lands.

The drums of war echoed though out the land, and blood stained the ground, while corpses danced stiffly in the streets. At last the army had reached the royal city, and the people were no match for its strength and they fell, for the army left no one standing. The King led the remaining forces at his command to fight a battle everyone knew he could not win. His goal was not to win, but to allow the Princess to get away alive. The army wasted no time encountering the King and his men. In the heat of battle, the Mage slipped away, for he had something most cruel in mind for the Princess that took away his chance at power and wealth. He had expected to have to chase after her, for it was the King's goal to prevent them from getting to her, but alas, she was merely sitting in her room looking at the death of her people from her seat. Without so much as looking back she spoke.

"So you have come Mage. I doubt you are here to kill me, for you lack the blood lust for such a thing, yet, the darkness floating around you reeks of foul intentions. What is it that you shall have me endure?" She asked as the shadow that could easily be seen to be the King's fell to the ground and the cheers of those outside could be heard echoing. The Mage laughed, but then knew that he had to be quick. Yet… something was amiss.

"Why did you not flee when you had your chance, Vixen?" He sneered, his curiosity getting the better of him. And to his amazement once again, she laughed at him once again.

"Me people lie dead in their homes and streets, as do the bodies of those men who swore their loyalty to me, and the blood of my father is draining from him as we speak, and you ask why I did not flee? I will not run away from this, for it was my pride that led to this, yet, I regret nothing Mage, so do your worst, for nothing shall scare me now." Her voice echoing in a hollow manner, and the Mage casted his curse upon her.

"I do not curse you with death, for that is something too easy, to kind for you Princess, no I curse you with life unending, so you shall never know rest from your sins, but to leave you in that form would be too kind as well, so the body of a beast is more suiting for you, yes the body of a tamed beast is what you shall have. Now conform and begin your never ending punishment!!" As soon as the words left his lips, the Princess screamed in pain has her body twist and re-shaped itself.

Her scream could be heard from every corner of the castle, and in such, those who had not let left and the men who were disgracing the bodies of the noble knights came running to see what had happened, but before anyone could reach the Princess's quarters, flames erupted and the castle was alight with dancing flames. The flames submerged the castle in till the light of daybreak could be seen bleeding across the horizon. The body of the Mage, who had not been able to get away, was found charred to ash, yet no signs of the Princess could not be found, and when all hope was lost, a eerie bark turned their heads, only to see a creature they had not seen before. It was mostly white with small bits of brown fur at its legs and tips of its tails. Yes, this beautiful beast had not one but nine tails glimmering in the sun's light, and it's eye's reflected wisdom and wit beyond no man could hope to match, and as an idea floated to the minds of those watching it, it turned and walked off, disappearing into the shadows of the city streets.

"She truly is the fox princess, is she not?"

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This was an idea I had been pondering for a while now, but I just got around to writing this. I hope y'all enjoy it.