Hello all! This is my first story (Kind of) and I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much I enjoyed writing it.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in the stories except my OCs (Sync and Pulse). The other characters mentioned in this story belong respectively to their owners.

Updated: Rewritten 6/6/2015

~I've been bleeding in your silence

I feel safer in your violence

I hold like leaves in fall to what is left~

I chase the fire flies around the Boundary, their fluorescent light making streaks in the eternal night as I wait for pulse. Today, we join the Fields of justice but first we have to go through procedures that dictate if we're fit to be Champions. As always Pulse goes first. I don't mind though—chasing my new friends around seems more satisfying and enjoyable than answering random questions. I was out of breath by the time I lap the Boundary for the fifth time and sprawl out on the cool soft grass that tickles my fur slightly.

The Boundary is my chamber, my inner sanctum from the world outside. The Council gives rooms like these to every Champion to remind them of home and mine is exactly like home—except the bed—that was new. The moon hangs forever in here, the land is vast and green, flowers that naturally bloom at night breathe forever and never rest for the dawn. My world is perfect for me...more perfect than the real one in fact. The real one is gone.

Pulse startles me when he taps my shoulder. He smiles and l peers down over me, almost like like a protective force.

"Can you knock?" I ask and pounce on him, wrapping my arms around his neck with a warm smile.

He groans. "They sent me in here to get you," he pauses. "Why the hell would there be a door in a forest?"

"Because there is," I reply and point to the door that appears to be out of place. "On the outside, my room is just another door like all the others. Inside is where the magic is."

"Can I get up? And it's your turn to see the council."

Pulse and I are twins—identical in just about every aspect. Our eyes are a brilliant blue, two white stripes on either side of our faces; however, we do try to make it easier for people to distinguish us. Pulse wears our father's ruby fang and I wear my mother's opal fang.

We walk together down the wide white halls passing other facilities that we will soon be using. Champions wander aimlessly either resting in the garden or conversing amongst themselves. Huge arches separate pillars that support each entry and had strange symbols on each entry way. We receive a few glances and intrigued whispers but no one approaches us. I lick Pulse's ear and he cringes, a soft red tint in his face.

"They're talking about us." I smile, my tail sways slowly behind me in my earnest excitement.

"If they weren't, they sure are now, thanks." Pulse rolls his eyes; his tan fur bristles a bit from his rising anger.

My smile widens and a desire to laugh swells within me. The next turn brings us to large steel twin doors. Pulse leans on the nearby wall and begins to bite his nails. Often times I wander why so many people see him as a bad guy or the bad brother. He's so innocent and nonchalant about everything...or maybe I just can't see it?

"I'll wait for you here and then we'll go get something to eat. Okay?"

I nod and push past the doors. What welcomes me is a white room with marble pillars and atop the pillars are five shrouded figures in cloaks.

"How will we tell the difference between the two?" Their hushed voices make me nervous as they converse amongst themselves.

"Hello!" I wave and smile.

"That's how." They all say in unison.

I tilt my head in confusion.

"Your brother, Pulse," one of them says and pause briefly trying to find the right words. "Is quite rude."

"Pulse? Nah!" I wave it off but they didn't seem to believe me. I wonder why?

"We will ask you someone questions. Please answer honestly and the best to your knowledge." Another says.

I nod in agreement but I feel uneasy filling building in my chest. How far will they dig into our past time? I don't particularly enjoy remembering the destruction of our race...

"The two of you come from an area in Runeterra recently discovered. Pulse called it the Plains. Is this true?"

I nod. Okay…simple enough questions.

"You appear to be to a type of wolf species? If not, what are you?"

"We are. Our race is called Entelexia. We-"

"What is an Entelexia?" One of them interrupt.

"It's what we're called. Just means a being of higher power. We watch over the Plains and protect the land from invaders."

"When we discovered the Plains there wasn't anything like you there? Why is that?"

I feel a lump in my throat. I scratch my head distracting myself. "Because Pulse and me killed them all." I respond trying to appear casual.

"You killed them?"

"We…" I trail off. The feelings of regret and bitter nostalgia resurfacing. I swallow hard and keep my eyes low, not quite at my feet but enough to not feel like they are staring me down. "In our race, daughters are born to be leaders. Our mother loved us but our father resented and scorned us. He wanted a daughter and felt we brought him nothing but shame." A pressure began to build on my stomach. Am I going to cry?

"One day he and a few others transpired to kill their sons and us. Our mother defended us but—I…we," I trail off again and close my eyes. My mother's necklace never felt so heavy and I feel like it's burning a hole in my chest. I don't like talking about mom either but it was an accident...it would make us seem like uncontrollable beasts-which we were. Primal and savagely wild just like the Plains.

"We killed them." I growl lowly. "All of them!" I clench my fist feeling hot tears fall from my eyes. I try to control myself. I breathe and exhale, my heart beat slows and I dig my claws into my palm to distract myself. The pressure in my chest ceases and I unclench my fists. A warm liquid drips from my palm and I hide them behind my back.

I smile warmly at them. "And that's it. As far as why we're the only ones left."

There is another irritable silence but eventually one of them spoke. "The power the two of you have will be monitored. The two of you seem unstable and if you wish to remain here, the two of you must receive counseling for your emotions. Do you understand?"

I nod in agreement. Outside, Pulse waits I quickly wipe my face with my arm and breathe. He looks up and his face immediately contorts into anger and concern. He pulls my from behind me and examines my slightly bloody hand.

"Did they hurt you? How did this happen?!"

I shake my head. "They didn't. They asked me some questions that I didn't like. I'm fine Pulse. Really.".

He arcs a brow and studies me. "If you say so. Hungry?"

"Yeah. Sure." I'm not really hungry but it'll keep Pulse from having a fit.

The Cafeteria is bustling with champions but we find an empty table in the back. I poke at my food with unique interest. I'm only familiar hunting for my own and the food here is so odd. They call it fries and a burger. Pulse doesn't seem to have a problem with it.

"Sync," Pulse calls me, my mouth stuffed with tasty fries.

"Mm?" Was all I could manage as I try to swallow.

"See those two?" I follow Pulse's gaze to two others who sit at a nearby table. One appears to be a chocolate-furred dog and the other is a crocodile. "I hear they're brothers. Pretty strong too."

I look at the chocolate dog being drawn to his muscular physique. I can tell he takes care himself and keeps his positions tidy like his appearance. I lick my lips. "I want that one."

Pulse gives me an odd look. "Are you okay?" he laughs.

I tap my fingers on the table. "I need a distraction."

"A distraction? Something bothering you?"

I look at him and give a reassuring smile. "Nope. Nothing at all."

After we eat Pulse wanted to go exploring while I decide to visit the library. I've never read or seen books before and it's not like I had anything else to do. We won't be able to compete in the League just yet. Books are everywhere and I can practically smell the ink hidden within each page. The lighting is dim but there are lamps at wooden tables and other areas. The library is busy. Champions sit and either read together, sit alone, or appear to be researching something on the many computers. I thumb over a hard covered book with child-like curiosity.

"Do you need assistance finding something?" A baritone voice startles me and I fumble to catch the book—it makes a resounding thud against the floor and I mentally slap myself. Graceful. As. Fuck. Before I could apologize and pick it up, the chocolate dog from earlier already had. Butterflies flutter in my stomach and I could feel my heart beat quickening. His body is taut with very clear muscle definition in all the right places. His dark brown eyes hold mine as I stare into them, heat rising in my body. I rub my neck nervously.

"Would you like to sit?"

"Huh?" I choke.

"You seem flustered. Would you like to sit?"

I mentally slapped myself again. Get it together! Idiot! But those dark brown eyes…I blush a bit and avert my gaze.

"Uh, sure."

He leads me to a comfy sitting area with strange looking glass cups and red cushions.

"Sit." He says and pours a liquid into a cup.

Sit where? On the cushion? I sit slowly and sink into the chair. My posture is too relaxed and makese me uncomfortable as I try to sit up-right.

The chocolate dog chuckles at my discomfort and I groan. "My name is Nasus. And you are, my new companion?"

"Sync," I reply and finally get myself in a good position. I hate this cushion.

"Sync is it? So the other is Pulse then?"

I nod and look at him quizzically. Is he going to question me, too?" He passes me a cup, the liquid green smelling of herbs, and feels warm in my hand. I sniff lightly taking in the scent.

"What is this? I ask and sniff again.

"Tea." He responds, his eyes watching me with keen interest…those dark brown eyes.

I sip slowly, a strange taste, yet warm and soothing as it slides down my throat. I'm more comfortable sitting with Nasus as I exhale contently. Though...just a glance into his eyes makes me squirm.

"What brings you to the library Sync?" he asks and sips from his own cup.

"I've never read a book," I pause. "Or seen one for that matter."

"Would you like me to give you one?"

"Give me a book? Okay." I say, my ears perk. It then soon occurs to me that I won't be able to read in my room. Since the moon was eternal, the light was enough for me to see my surrounding but not small print. "Could I read in here instead?"

He smiles and sends another flutter in my stomach. My tail sways in excitement behind me.

"Certainly. You're welcome here anytime."

I leave the Library sometime after but not after stubbing my toe against the corner of a shelf trying to get one last glimpse at Nasus. Still graceful though. I sigh at my performance. I hope he doesn't get the wrong impression...

In my Sanctum, I lie in bed staring up at the moon, a smile on my face and in my heart. I giggle and turn over hiding my excitement and blush into my pillow. So his name is Nasus…I remember his muscles flexing from simply picking up the book…and those dark brown transfixing eyes. What a beautiful creature…

The eternal moon bathed my body in its brilliant glow and I drift off to sleep with a nagging drowsiness and thoughts of seeing Nasus again…

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