Good Day my fellow readers,
Good News I'm back! And I'm writing more than ever. I'll be posting new stories and updating "A Howling Tale" Regularly. This First may not seem different, But look closely and you'll see where the this new story will take a turn to.
Also, I'll be take suggestions on a few things, so if you have questions or ideas let me hear them, all are welcome.
As always I am your humble Jester.
Chapter 1: The Wolf and the Hare.
Once upon a time… isn't that phrase getting little old now a days?
It is how a story is supposed to begin. Mom and dad do it the same way.
But it's so 'old-fashioned.'
Oh, and you think you can do better?
I know can.
Well then let's see it.
Very well.
The moon shone brightly over the valley as two wolves stand ready to killed, teeth bared, claws sunk into the dirt below their paws, eyes glowing red as rubies-
Of course you would start there. Where's the friendship, the romance, the betrayal.
Ok fine, we'll at the beginning.
Gather round and allow us to tell the story of a wolf and his friend the hare.
-oo00oo-
It was a day like any other. The sun shined beautifully over the white marble walls of Ever After High, a school for the young children of fairy tales most famous stories, but this school year would be more special than any other. This year would be when all the teenage children announce their destiny to themselves and the entire fairy tale world, Legacy Year.
In the village of Book End, two young men walked out of "Mad Hatter's Haberdashery and Tea Shop" after grabbing a few snacks before heading to school. One was dress in a black long sleeve shirt with an extremely loose collar, his slim jeans were a deep blue with a few rips around the ankles, thou he had brand new black boots. The boy looked about sixteen years of age, he had black hair, and piercing blue-green eyes. As he chewed a dog bone shaped cookie he looked over to the boy walking next to him.
"Geez Brant, I didn't see how you can drink that steaming cup of crap twenty-four/seven. Don't you get tired of it?" he asked drinking his own iced latte.
The boy in question was also about sixteen years old with dirty blonde hair that was tied in a rat-tail which stopped around his shoulders, and a pair of topaz eyes to match. While he was tall his body was a bit skinny though he had some muscle on him. He had tannish brown skin and was wearing brown pea coat with a white button up. His tan pants were unnaturally straight as if they wore by a butler. He walked with a small bone in his step, but he balanced a weird brown teacup with a strange animal around it.
"Of course not my dear, Tibolt!" Brant exclaimed, sipping some raspberry tea. "That's a good ol' cup of tea."
"Course it is. Raspberry was always your favorite."
"And it makes me feel… insane!" The boy laughs maniacally, before stopping himself dead. "….excuse me."
"Your excused, man." Tibolt chuckled. "…you really can't control that side of yourself, can you?"
"Oh, my dear Tibolt, you know me so well."
"Well I should. I've known you since you were a bunny."
"True my dear wolf, by way…" Brant stops and pulls out a wallet, full of photos that reached his feet. "Look at you, such a cute whittle pup you were."
"PUT THOSE AWAY!" Tibolt exclaim as he reached for the evidence. "Where did you even get those?!"
Brant rolled the photos into his sleeve before he could reached them. "No need to be so cross, one should never be embarrassed by their past…"
"Says the rabbit that dated a ca-"Tibolt stops himself before he could saying something he knows he shouldn't. "Sorry…"
Brant took a large gulp of his tea before they continued their walk towards school.
"Think nothing of it." The hare answered as if nothing was said to begin with.
Tibolt sighed, as they walked through the doors of the school. "Still can't believe its legacy year already."
"Nor can I. I don't want to sign the books."
"Neither do I, but with headmaster pushing us like the fucker that he is, what choice do we have? I swear I would-"
"No swearing, it's not very nice." Brant replied as he poured himself a fresh cup of tea with a bit of satisfaction in his voice.
"Oy… Still I wish I could tell that curly-gray-story-telling-old fart where he can shove it!"
Brant chuckles at his short tempered friend as they walked to the schools entrance. "I know bolt, but, dear one, you have to remember that-"the two boys stopped once they noticed that the halls were completely empty since everyone was running away. "Huh… is it run away day?" pulls a calendar out of his ear.
"I highly doubt it" Tibolt answered.
"Then why…..."
Tibolt points down the school corridor. They turn to see a girl in purple and black dress with lots of silver and grey metal backdrop. Her pale skin was flawless, and her eyes were a lovely violet hue. She had slightly wavy hair with black, purple, and maroon colored strains. Walking beside her was another girl in a blue, yellow, and black dress, combined with a vast array of non-synchronized patterns, befitting her energetic personality. Unlike her friend, this girl's hair was curly and came in dark turquoise, mint green, and purple colors. She had bright blue eyes and creamy light skin. Even with her bright attire, she was a little shorter than most of her classmates.
Ah Raven Queen, daughter of the Evil Queen, and the lovely Ms. Madeline Hatter, daughter of the Mad Hatter.
She still looks hot, even though she's supposed to be, you know, 'evil'
Will you let me finish?
Fiiine
"Hey Rae, you okay?" Tibolt asked.
"Hey, hey. Leave the rhyme thing to me, good canine." Brant said.
"Brant…."
Raven looked over to see two of her fellow classmates. "Oh, hey guys. Yeah i'm fine, it's just everyone running away again. No big deal."
"All because you're the daughter of the 'Evil Queen'. That's gotta suck sometimes, right Brant?" Looks over to see his best friend gone. "Where'd he..?"
"Over there." Raven replied.
Maddie and Brant were sitting at a tea table, that one of must've pulled from thin air, and sipping tea with two mice. One with light grey fur, the other completely white.
"Seriously?!" Tibolt exclaimed.
"What? Its tea time." The Duo replied as they held up their pocket watches, both of which had broken in perfect synchronization. Thou it didn't seem to bother them "Nice watch!"
Raven merely chuckled at their friend's adorable display of their story, while Tibolt simply shook his head in shame.
"Hey! Wonder-Partners in crime, are you coming to lunch?"
"We're having a tea party!" they answered in unison.
"Well there's your answer" Raven said as she walked towards the castleteria, Tibolt following her.
"I guess so, I always wonder how those two became our best friends."
-oo00oo-
Later In the castleteria, all the student had gathered around to grab a bite to eat. Raven and Tibolt was sitting down having lunch and talking about their destinies and legacy day, an honor for royals, but dreaded by the rebels. Tibolt wasn't paying much attention to anyone, poking at his Italian BMT wanting to forget all about the horrid promised day
"I'm not even ready for this."
"I how you feel. I don't really want to sign over my life either." She looked sadly over at her friend "I heard about your story…. Im sorry that's your ending."
"Heh. Worry about your own ending, my fellow villain." Tibolt chuckled darkly. "Hopefully we can find a way to change-" Sniff, sniff. A strange scent crossed Tibolt's nose. Young, innocent….. Charming?
"Hey Tibolt!"
A boy in a blue prince suit wearing dork large glasses walks up behind raven. This charming young lad was Dexter Charming second son of Prince Charming.
"Hey Dex"
"Hey raven. You look grot-great. I mean great."
"Smooth Charming"
"I would offer you seat but we're 'evil', remember?" She chuckles
"And I eat anything that's delicious enough."
"To sit with us you have to be-"
Before she could say anything more a flash of light passed through the castleteria, bright enough to cause Tibolt to jump out of his seat and back away from the table.
"Daring." Raven said after seeing a familiar couple walked in.
Dexter and Raven, who looked to see Daring Charming, first son of king Charming, and Apple White daughter of Snow White enter the castleteria, while talking with Blondie Locks.
"The hell?!" Tibolt howled as he picked himself off the floor rubbing his eyes, which were now an amber-hazel color.
"You okay Tibolt?" the prince asked the groaning teen.
"Yeah….. Your brother damn near blinded me….."
"Yeah sorry about that. Daring just got a new teeth whitener, granted to make them shine like the Sun." Dexter chuckled nervously.
"And blind the weak." Tibolt said as he stepped away from the table, his eyes still closed. Using his other scenes he walked towards the entrance, as he turned the corner he felt something bumped in front of him.
"Hey!"
That sounds like…. Tibolt opened his eyes and saw two grey orbs staring back at him. Stepping back hew got a clear view of who it was he bumped into Cerise Hood daughter of Red Riding Hood. Her dark brown hair had several white streaks, predominantly on the left side, though it was eclipsed by her famous red hood. Her skin was a sweet peach color, and her dress was red with a black skirt and leggings that tightly clung to lovely figure.
Uh oh.
"Umm. S-Sorry… Cerise."
Cerise looked like she was about to say something, before bit her bottom lip before turning towards the hall. Closing his eyes, Tibolt turns to look for his roommate. He stop when he smells a familiar scent.
I wonder why I smell… uncle must be around. Tibolt thought as he continued his search. "Saw friends and almost got blinded. Bumped into the cutest girl in Ever After, what's next?"
Before he could reach the corridor, a sudden strong force tackled Tibolt from behind. Sending him falling, face first, onto the cool marble floor.
Just Great
"Hello dear cousin."
Tibolt turned his head a bit, finding it a difficult task to accomplish. Still he was able to look up at his attacker and saw long, knee-length brown hair that was parted to the side with red and white streaks. Tibolt saw a woman with dark eyebrows and red lips, but what caught his attention the most, was her eyes. The steel gray-blue orbs seem like they cut through him and stared directly into his soul
"Ramona!" Tibolt exclaimed in a muffled growl as he bucks her off.
Ramona lands behind him without problems, as Tibolt stood he caught a glimpse of his old packmate. She had the same skin tone as Cerise, though it was paler, and her nails was identical color of red as her lips, which double as claws. The gold trinkets shine proudly in the hair along with her more prominent wolf ears than most of the Bad Wolves. She wore a blue wolf shirt, blue claw-marked leggings, a red plaid skirt, a short wrap around her waist with suspenders, feathery knee-high buckle boots with gold heels, a gold wolf necklace chained to a furry shoulder pad, a gold bracelet, and gold armor over her hair chained to two small hoop earrings.
"Hey, Bolty. Good seeing you after so long."
"8 years do go by, Mona." Tibolt informed his laxed cousin as he dusted himself off, "I almost didn't recognize you if your scent wasn't so faint."
"You still remember me after so long." She chuckled.
"I never forget family." He gave her a brief hug, giving the badwolf an idea of how well she'd been missed. "By the way where's uncle?"
"Dad's getting ready for classes. I should be making my way to him anyway." She said once they parted.
"And I should head to grimmnatics. Coach Gingerbread is having us race against each other. I'll see you around and tell Uncle I said hey." Tibolt runs to class leaving a dust trail in his wake
~oooOOOOooo~
Later on that evening in the dormitory for creatures, giving that most of the students here used to live in the woods before coming to EAH. This way they felt closer to home than in the castle dorms. Brant was in his room making some tea until he heard the door open to see Tibolt walking in.
"Welcome home, Wolfe."
"Funny" Tibolt replied as he goes over to his bed and plops down on to it; hears squeaking under his pillow. "Hmmm…"
Lifts his head up and looks under the pillow to see White Lotus glaring up at him, holding a cup of blueberry tea. Tibolt thanks the mildly annoyed mouse and takes the lukewarm cup.
"I don't understand why you don't like hot tea." Brant wondered. He pulls up a cast-iron cauldron that was boiling over, once making the annoyed wolf wonder how rabbit seem to make the oddest things appear out of nowhere. Stripping down brant in and throws his head back as if he was sitting in a hot tub.
"Seriously?!" Tibolt yelled as he kicked the pot away. Brant sat in mid-air, complete unfazed in his red and white polka-dot swimming trunks.
"What?" he asks innocently as he hops out of the imaginary tub and dries himself off.
"Knock it off… I'm not ready for it …" Tibolt replied darkly.
"So change it."
"But I have to follow it."
"So you're a royal?" Brant asks as tries to knock some water out of his ear.
"But I don't want to."
"Then you're a rebel?" He wipes himself off with a towel, his clothes magically appearing on him as he does.
"But I have to."
"Then you're a royal."
"But I hate it."
"Good god man make up your mind!" Brant countered as he turned the towel into a tea table and chair. "Tea..?"
"No thanks. I'm good with what I got…" Tibolt said as laid back on his bed.
-oo00oo-
The next day, the boys were walking through the hallway heading to rehearse their parts for Legacy Day. People were already whispering and talking about Raven not wanting to sign the book was spreading through school like dragon fire.
"Sound like she's rethinking her possibilities." Brant stated.
"Brant, you know she's not evil and doesn't want to follow in her mother's footsteps."
"I know, I know. All im saying is you shouldn't follow any footsteps but your own as well, Tibolt. It's a better alternative than being wolf and corn stew."
"No. Brant you know as the oldest I have to do what's best for my mother and siblings."
"Except to change."
"Let's just get to practice." Tibolt said as headed to the rehearsal stage.
The rehearsal was quite eventful as each student took the stage and announced their destinies to the large crowd of spectators. As Tibolt waited until the three little pigs, Cerise Hood, Lizzie Hearts, and Kitty Cheshire were done, Brant hopped up to the podium to take his pelage.
"I, Brant Hare, promise to follow the footsteps, well rabbit foot step-"
"JUST say your part Mr. Hare." Said Headmaster Grimm.
"Right. The footsteps of my whacky old man, the March Hare!" Brant reported as he sipped his tea. "And enjoy a good cup of tea!"
"NEXT!"
Tibolt watch as his friend hopped passed him to go back to his seat, giving him a pat on the shoulder as he made his way to the podium.
"I, Tibolt Wolf, son of the bi-"
"Excuse me, Mister Wolf but I need you to be in your true form."
"Why?"
"People won't believe you're his son."
"I'll be in it for the actual day ….. I just can't right now."
"Mr. Wolf it is imperative that you present yourself as required for your part. You should be it in all times. As his-"
"I, Tibolt Wolf, pledge to follow the path of my pops as the Wolf of the Three Little Pigs." Tibolt stated finally marching off the stage.
"Mr. Wolf!"
Tibolt turns to in headmaster with a snarl on his lips and eyes turning a deep amber, but the aged man stood before the young wolf calm and unafraid.
"We will… discuss your performance later then?" Mr. Grimm reported as Tibolt stormed away.
"Whatever."
As Tibolt stormed down the rows of seats where people who either hasn't gone up yet or stayed to watch to other pledgers, he noticed how the other students seem to back away from him as he passed. Entering the halls he heard a familiar pair of pawed steps coming towards him.
"Tibolt."
"WHAT?!"
Tibolt whipped his head around to see his best friend jump away from him, as if a wild animal tried to bite his hand off. Brant's ears were pressed flat against his hair and he had a hurt expression in his eyes, thou Tibolt was almost too upset to care…. Almost.
"Bolt….just calm down…"
"Why?"
Instead of answering Brant pulled out a mirror and handed it to Tibolt. Holding to mirror up to his face, Tibolt could see why everyone was so afraid of being anywhere near him. The furious expression he was wearing made it obvious that he was in a bad mood, but he also notice the skin around his eyes and forehead was no longer its smooth texture. It was rougher…darker. His hair had grown wild around his cheeks and his nostrils have become wider. But what really finished the cake, was his eyes. Instead of the cool blueish green that they once were, now a deep ruby red that would scare the dead.
"I know one must look the part in the role he plays in life, but I think that's a little early for you, Mr. Wolf" said a large husky voice. The boys turn to see a large man who look like he could easily timber a fully grow tree with one hand.
"Professor Big Bad." Brant greeted.
"Uncle."
Big bad looked at the annoyed little pup who was taking a calming breath as his facial features return to normal "Care to tell me what's gotten your tail between your legs?" he asked.
"Headmaster Grimm."
"I see." the older male sighed sadly. "You've always known how they all have to see you..."
"As wolf to family and friends…and a monster to everyone else…"
Big Bad patted the young man on his shoulder. "Your father and I went through it as well…"
"And they all feared them!"
"Until one wasn't around anymore…" Tibolt replied sadly as he and Brant walked back to the dorms.