.lysandervale.

A wolf is a wolf, even in a cage, dressed in silk.

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.lysandervale.

Let the moon guide you

Trigger Warnings Mentions of childloss, still birth and child death.

The moon had always favored him - even before he understood why.The baroness, Lady Lykaia Vale was in labor. The maids and servants brought fresh towels and water since hours. Yet, no child had been born. The baron, Cynric Vale, was wandering up and down the hallway. The sound of his shoes on the cold stone ground echoing through the halls. His hands were folded in his back. Hearing the painful cries of his wife brought nervousness to him. Each time a maid left the room he raised his head in hopes of getting good news. And every time the maid was excusing herself for not being able to bring good news.The hours passed by and the doctor got more and more worried. If the child wouldn’t be born soon it could lead to a huge disaster. The baron and the baroness had already lost four children during childbirth. Three of them had been born sleeping already, while the fourth baby, a daughter, was granted with a few hours before she passed. The people of the small mountain village were talking about a curse within the family. However, the baron didn’t want to hear anything about a curse.His wife had become older over the years and her body was getting too weak to carry any more children. If this child would be born sleeping as well, he would have to live with the knowledge of never having a child. The doctor had been waiting for the baroness to go into labor since the past few days. The lunar eclipse was getting closer and the doctor knew it could be dangerous to give birth under these circumstances. Then, the sound of a loud painful scream of the baroness was heard, followed by a loud cry.A childBreathingScreamingAliveLysander was born under the rare lunar eclipse, the kind that paints the sky in blood and silver. The doctor placed the small infant in it’s mother’s arms. She was crying happy tears and holding her newly born son close to her chest. Still scared he could fall asleep forever as well. Within seconds the door bursted open and the baron came inside. His eyes fell onto his son and wife immediately. When he saw her tears he stopped for a second before his wife mentioned him over with the words “Come closer, my love. Meet Lysander, your son. Your heir.”Years passed and Lysander grew into a curious little boy.He loved spending time with his father and mother. His father showed him everything he needed to know to take over his place one day. Together they spend hours in the gardens. Lysander learned to shoot with an arrow and bow, how to ride a horse and use a sword. With his mother he enjoyed listening to her stories. His mother used to say he cried like a wolf pup that night, not like a baby. She told him how proud he had made his father the second he had been born. She was also teaching him how to cook, how to behave like a young baron and the etiquette of dance.When the sun went down and the full moon was rising every month, his parents took Lysander into the west wing of the estate. There they taught him to tame his wolf. Lysander learned to transform and accept the pain this transfromation brought along. How to move this new body of his and how to transform back in a safe area. His mother taught him the old rites of control and mediation under the moonlight. At first his transformation was painful, almost like ripping him apart, the time after shifting back was like a complete blackout. But over the years Lysander learned to control it a little better. He knew he had still a long way to learn and grow but he was sure, with his parents he could do it.For most of his youth, Lysander stuck closely to these old rites. and over time, he grew older. He was elegant, sharp and unshakably calm - more scholar than beast. No one thought this well behaved noble man could turn into something dangerous.But on the night of his seventeenth winter, when the frost glowed blue and the moon was full, something ancient inside him stirred. Another lunar eclipse. Just like the night seventeen years ago, when he was born. Lysander was in the forest with his father and mother to celebrate this rare event. Suddenly, the pain came like fire through his veins, his bones cracking, reshaping - and in the echoing silence that followed, the forest knew his name.He did not remember the transformation clearly, only flashes: claws against bark, the scent of pine and blood, the sound of his own howl shattering the cold. Voices of his parents in the distance. Screams of people he had never heard before and eyes that were pleading to live. When dawn came, he was human again - naked, trembling and marked with s silver scar on his chest that never healed.In this night Lysander had not been able to control himself. The lunar eclipse had a big impact on him. Something he never thought could happen. His parents had been there the second he woke up. The little mountain village plastered in broken glass and blood. The smell of iron in his nose was disgusting and he was almost throwing up. As quick as possible his parents brought him home. While the doctor kept checking on Lysander and caring for his wounds, his parents tried to process what had happened. In the end, they came to the conclusion to focus more on Lysander’s selfcontrol.The following weeks, the family spend their time in the west wing. Training and focusing completely on their son’s self control and powers. Lysander wanted to stop multiple times. However, when he remembered what he had done during this night, it kept pushing him to work harder.Years passed. Lysander learned to control it - or so he told himself. Each time a new full moon was rising, Lysander found himself locked up in his room. Not wanting to destroy the village yet again. The voices within the village got louder. They were fearing the young baron when the evening was settling in. Some even left the place Lysander showed up, when the moon was peeking from behind the mountains. These actions were hurting Lysander. He felt unwanted by the people he was supposed to protect one day. So he trained himself to feel nothing. Calm. Distant. Perfectly composed. He was torn between taking over his father’s place one day or running away.Taking over his father’s place could result in the little village being left by hundreds of people. Scared their baron could turn into a beast again they would probably choose to live somewhere else. Somewhere safe. Running away meant leaving behind his beloved parents. They had lost children before him, that’s all he knew. Yet he knew, losing him, would break his mother’s heart. Within a few days Lysander had made his decision.He would leave.He became a ghost among men - wandering between towns, working under aliases, his golden hair and cold beauty making him a rumor wherever he went. Some said he was a fallen noble. Others claimed he was a revenant, or the spirit of the moon itself. But beneath this stillness, the wolf waits. It’s not a monster - it’s the turth of what he is: wild, loyal and eternal.

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