Teflen forest, 16 KT. (Kasacon Time in years)

Under a gloomy sky 4 lucarian warriors run in between the dense oak trees. 
The lead one being a stout lean lucario with darker hued fur, with his birth mark being mirrored crescent moons on his neck, and four digits for each paw.  
The second being a voluptuous female with fur so dark it looked black from a distance. 
The third was the leanest warrior and the odd one out of the group, as his fur was that of shiny origin, taking on a golden hue. 
While the forth had grey fur and four digits as well, a true mutant in the species. The four quietly hustled through the forest as they approached their destination. 

This was not a war party, the lucarian pack these warriors came from had no intentions of assaulting the human castle that was to be their destination. They had no intention of starting a war, or even to end one. In fact only the lead of this party even knew to purpose to such a trip. The rest were merely along for support. 

As the smell of forest dew faded away the party made sight of the castle. Its surrounding town quiet and unnerving in the shadow of such a gigantic structure. The party ran across the rooftops, careful and silent in the daybreak. 
The leader stopping only once to admire the blinding sunlight as it dances across the rooftops as well. The others following in close as to not upset him. Then as the earliest chickens began to crow the party arrived at the castle gates. Awaiting the guards to awaken from their sleepy haze in order to open such a marvel of a door. And the party shuffled inside, wide awake from such a run, and ready for whatever business awaited them. But as the group made its way down the main hall, a steward, years into his prime interrupted them. 

"Your journey has been long, and the queen has yet to awaken from her sleep. I would invite you and your companions to the den to rest your legs and enjoy meal until she is ready for you. Were you to leave your weapons in my care."

The female looked upon the leader with concern. "surely as allies we need not disarm?"

And the leader looked back at her and said nothing as the anger in his eyes were enough to quiet even the most disrespectful of children. Then without turning back to the steward he removed the weapon and its sheath from his belt. As the rest of the lucarians did the same one had to feel uneasy on the subject. But one had to find a way around it. 
The golden lucario spoke up but kept his head low "Kisakin, would it be acceptable if I were to wait outside with my weapon for such an occasion? Id not like to be kept inside like a house pet."

The leader Kisakin thought about this for but a moment, And after weighing his own blade he nodded his approval and then handed his saber to the steward. "Anyone else wish to refuse our hostess’ hospitality?"
The Other two lucario kept their mouths shut and handed over their weapons. The grey one with his knight sword, and the female with her whip, albeit a little kinky.
As the steward walked away the weapons, a vassal approached the group from seemingly nowhere. Urging them to follow her.

As the three became situated within the den, conversation rose up between the female and leader of the group.
"Would the queen be angry if we had a little fun with her dens couches? I haven't had to act so serious in ages. And Kasacon could use the entertainment, he’s falling asleep!"

Throwing himself upon a velvet armchair Kisakin replies "Had it still been in season I would have allowed it, but Kasacon has no need to stay awake, you may wake up the bastard when it is time to meet with the queen. And Celestia, I would like you to keep yourself under control when we meet with queen. Id like not one word or action form neither of you."

"But you haven’t even told us what were doing yet! We get dragged out here in the middle of the night dressed to kill. Scarro isn't even here, probably diving into the local flavor. And we have to act all serious just so you can have a talk with the queen! The hell is going on!?"

"Calm yourself, we are acting upon a rumor distributed by our other allies in fairwell. And Id not like to cause suspicion until I find out the truth. We need numbers, not muscle. That’s why Alpha ordered that I bring the two of you." 
After such an outburst the three found the next hour or so to be rather uncomfortable. With Kisakin not able to relax in the velvet armchair, Kasacon leaning on the couch armrest refusing to fall asleep, and Celestia pouting with a whole coach to herself. The poor steward entered the den to three angry lucario.

"Milady is ready to speak with you. Um, ah if you would follow me."

He had taken the three through the hall of kings, with Kasacon being the only one to actually admire the depictions of Telfa's once great leaders. Taking great interest in the last portrait consisting of a man of considerable weight standing next to a large lucario in full iron plate mail.

"Ah, Ironclad catch your eye? I had heard that he had a son in your clan before he died. That lucario was as human as your kind can get. He had married, owned property, and became the most powerful knight to ever grace his majesties army."

"humf, humanity. Ironclad was a traitor to his own kind." snarled Celestia.

"Shut your mouth whore, he is Kasa and I's father." Kisakin replied. Taking more vigor in his step, and wanting this trip to end before he ends up killing a pack member out of anger.

The three reached the throne room at an odd sight. It was completely deserted save for the Queen and the steward. And no sooner did they notice this that the steward turned around and quickly exited the large hall. Leaving the guests alone with his master.
"Welcome Ryetiski clan. And Kisakin, what a pleasure it is too see you again. I hope everything in the forest goes well." Said the queen of Tefla, a young blond frail thing. Adorned in such thick robes that gave the impression of royalty, and of insecurity.
"Indeed it does Milady, although I am here on matters that doesn’t concern such petty things."
Said Kisakin, as he gave a hand signal for his subordinates to kneel. All the while continuing his approach to the queen.

"It seems a clan in fairwell has been able to activate magic runes with aura..."
"oh, and what did these runes do?"
"nothing much, shine like stars, explode, and summon beasts..."
"beasts!?"
"yes, huge glowing monstrosities that are immune to all... physical attacks."

At the queens dismay she looks downward upon the floor to ponder such startling information. Kisakin, already less than 4 feet away at this point, stops. Kasacon looks up only briefly at his half brother. Aware of a new expression on his face. And how inappropriately close Kisakin has gotten to the queen.
"I don't" Kasacon starts. And no sooner that he opened his mouth Kisakin embraces the queen. The room contains only one sound, the gasping of the queen. She tries to screen but cant get the air to do so. Kasacon and Celestia Stare in horror as Kisakin pulls the queen into an even stronger embrace. 

A guard rushes up from behind the throne, rushing at Kisakin with his sword leveled and accompanied by a wailing battle cry. Its blocked as Kisakin slaps the air with his aura, sending the guard to the ground. 
Kisakin releases the queen, and proceeds to retrieve the guards weapon. The queen falls to the ground coughing and choking on her own blood. A large diamond shaped hole in her chest gushes out more of the her vital juices on to the throne room floor. 
Unable to think clearly or unable to not think clearly, Kasacon rushes Kisakin. Striking only the guards blade with his arm spike. He attacks again and again to no avail as Kisakin blocks the blows with ease. 

Celestia tackles Kisakin. "What have you done Kisakin? What the hell have you done!?" Kisakin knocks her off. 
"If you two had only stay put!" And stabs her in the abdomen with the guardsmen's blade. 

Kasacon watches as his mate falls to the ground wounded. Kisakin pulls the blade out, leveling it at Kasacon, barely out of the blades reach. "Id not kill my own brother with such a weapon." But does not lower it.
"I am stronger than you Kisa, lower the blade." Said Kasacon in a near sobbing tone. Leaning down lower in preparation for his brothers attack.
"Poor fool, I've come across a power you will never come to understand." And rushes the blades tip to Kasacon. Before it is ready to be countered with Kasacon’s ark spike, a blast of aura surges from the blade. Searing Kasacon's chest with pure aura. Sending him to the ground defeated. 
Kisakin then flips his vest inside out, hiding the blood on the inside of the furred vest. On the verge of unconsciousness, Kasacon is pulled up to Kisakin, face to face.

"Live. Frolic in the fields of our ancestors, dream a childish dream of right and wrong. Right those wrongs. Then leave the safety of home armed with your dreams. And change the world."

Kasacon then loses consciousness.

"Guards!" Kisakin shouts.
A platoon charges the room, holding Kisakin to spear point and surveying the damages.
"What has happened here? Speak lucarian!"

"An outcast golden lucario came in here to assassinate the queen. My party was too late, and suffered injuries as well. They are all probably dead."

"You heard 'em, Find that lucario!"

The platoon leader then approaches Kisakin. "Be you needing a doctor? Or maybe some hands to carry out your companions?"
Kisakin shakes his head. "No, I will have to dispose of them myself… It is our way."