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He had been home for a few weeks now but he had been avoiding the pack for some time for an unknown reason. He felt as though he had abandoned them in some way, maybe because he had... He didn't feel as though he was ready to see them quite yet but there was one that he wished to see more then anything. Wings would snap out easily, catching the wind as he curled his body so that his hind limbs could drop to the ground first. Wings would fold and taloned paws would all touch to the ground with practiced ease. Head would tip back immediately and a howl would circle upwards. It was more of a question then a summons, where was Cit? He wasn't sure if she could fly well yet so he intended to go to her if she howled back.

If she even wanted to see him...

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<p>Time to fly, time to touch the sky
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A haunting cry</DIV>


<font style=" font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: none; text-transform: none; text-shadow: 0px 0px 9px #000000;">Caracara</font> had said that Indian had returned to the territory, but Citlali had yet to see hide or hair or him. Curiosity had quickly given way to concern. Was he hurt and recovering somewhere? Was he avoiding them?

...Was he avoiding her? It was true that some awkward words had transpired between them before he left. Whenever she thought about her accidental slip of the tongue—“I’d love to be alone with you!”—she felt the overwhelming desire to bury her head in the dirt and never take it out. Despite her worries, however, life marched doggedly on, and she soon found herself occupied with preparation for the oncoming winter. She had gathered as many herbs as she could before the frosts killed them and stockpiled them in her den to dry. Prey had already been hard to find after the fire, and Caelum had needed every available set of jaws to gather food in case a blizzard confined them to their caves for an extended period of time. Meat had been stored in the deepest caverns, packed in snow and ice so it would last as long as possible. It was hard work, but it was necessary. At least her molt was finally over, no more brown-and-grey patchworking making her look garish and silly. Her winter coat had grown in full and plush, dying her near-monochrome shades of silver, white, and blue-black. As always, she wore her carmine scarf, grateful for the extra warmth it provided, as well as her new leather harness and satchels, empty at the moment. She had been lounging in front of her den when a familiar howl had startled her out of sleep. For a moment, she wondered if she had only heard it in her dreams, but she gradually realized that it was, indeed, real. Indian was calling her.

She couldn’t get into the air fast enough, making an immediate beeline for the source of the howl. She sent her own call in return as she flew, flapping as fast as she could. She caught sight of Indian’s blue form in the distance and dove, hitting the ground at a run and prancing up to him. For the moment, her usual quiet demeanor was gone. Her tail was wagging double-time, and the look on her face was one of pure joy. It had yet to occur to her that he had only seen her summer colors before, and might not even recognize the silver wolf bounding up to him. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">“You’re back!”</font> So glad was she that might have even attempted to nuzzle him if she hadn’t remembered herself and taken a step back, ears flicking down sheepishly. Indian finally came home and the first thing she did was get up in his personal space. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">“Sorry…” </font>She sat, shuffling her wings in an effort to dispel some of the wintry chill in the air. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">“So, ah…how was your trip?”</font>

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Let it carry me
Through darkest night</DIV>
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He would stand completely still and completely awe struck as he stared at her. He barely recognized her in her grey plumage but she was <I><u>beautiful</I></u>... She would drop to the ground, grinning and almost immediately a smile would split across his own features in response. Her tail was wagging and almost without thinking his plumage would fluff up in response, feathered butt beginning to wiggle in response as he took a few prancing steps forward. He would resist the urge to wrap taloned hands around her in a massive bear hug, still unsure exactly how to react around her half the time. She would squeal of his return before bouncing forward. <b>"I am!"</b> He would exclaim in return. <b>"And your still here... And grey! The color looks beautiful on you..."</b> He would say, some of the excitement fading away into breathless awe.

She would apologize a moment later and he would chuckle, taking a step closer to keep the space between them small, stretching neck forward in an attempt to place a kiss on her cheek. <b>"You never have to apologize to me..."</b> He would say softly. She would ask of his trip and he would sigh, heart beating so fast in his chest he had to take a moment to catch his breath. <b>"It was good, I didn't realize how home sick I was until I got home it seemed. I felt like I was away so long that I had begun to forgot the faces of my family..."</b> he would say. A year was too long. Any time was too long, he would have been content to simply stay home with his family but his father had different plans for them. His father always had his own plans. <b>"How have things been here? How have <I>you</I> been?"</b> He would ask quickly, words all seeming to come out rushed and breathless.

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A haunting cry</DIV>


<font style=" font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: none; text-transform: none; text-shadow: 0px 0px 9px #000000;">He remarked on</font> her change of colors, calling them beautiful, of all things. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"'s just my winter coat.."</font> she mumbled, ducking her head. It hardly compared to the azure plumage the Samrat possessed. Still, Indian was a rather candid wolf, so it seemed, and he rarely said things he didn't mean. Her immediate reaction to such a compliment was embarrassment, but lurking underneath it was a warm, tingly sensation that was rather foreign to her. But it was a good feeling all the same.

The feeling was magnified a thousandfold as he dismissed her apology, then wisped his tongue briefly across her cheek, as he had once before. And as before, she was struck with the urge to refrain from ever washing that side of her face again. Under her fur, she was blushing brightly, the muscles of her chest and limbs tensed. When emotions ran high, be they fear or excitement, her instincts always urged her to flee. For once, she held her ground against her own fears, intending to stay and talk with Indian rather than run off like a panicked deer. Gradually relaxing, she sat down and listened as he recounted his time back home. To one who had never truly had a home before Caelum, his wistfulness was difficult to empathize with, but she pushed those thoughts away. Today was a day for happiness, not melancholy memories.

He asked how the pack had fared in his absence. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"It's been a hard season,"</font> she said regretfully. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"Wildfires scorched Vindico throughout the autumn. Most of the grazing is gone, and with it the game. It's going to be a long, hungry winter. But Caracara has done a good job keeping us together. She's a better ruler than I gave her credit for. She's even offered me a promotion to lead healer."</font> At the moment, she was the only healer, so there wouldn't be much change, but it had startled her all the same. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"I accepted, although I'd like to find a mentor before I take on the title. I have to be the best I can be if I'm going to take on any semblance of authority." </font>

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Let it carry me
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@Indian
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His kiss on her cheek seemed to momentarily shock her, he could see it in her eyes and for a moment he wondered if he had done something wrong. Did she not want him to do that? <b>"Sorry..."</b> He would mumble, shuffling his forelimbs slightly before he would dismiss it. She would settle in, sitting as he began to recount his tail of his journey home. He didn't know much of her, of her past or of her home. They hadn't spoken much of themselves to be completely honest. He didn't even know if she was from Vindico... Such a strange thing to consider. Maybe one day they could have that chat, maybe one day when he stopped disappearing all the time.

She would recount her time here, speaking of wildfires and a hard autumn. Autumn wasn't supposed to be hard... He would frown though as she told him that Cara had been a surprisingly good ruler he would chuckle softly. <b>"I wasn't going to leave you guys with a compete psychopath."</b> He would say with a chuckle. She would tell him of her promotion, or eventual one and he would nod slowly. She had a good head on her shoulders, a good heart. She wanted to learn more from someone else before she took the job completely. <b>"Have you met anyone who knows of herbs and healing?"</b> He would ask easily, head tipping and a slight grow furrowing his brows. He knew of a few though he knew of no one on Vindico specifically...

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<p>Time to fly, time to touch the sky
One voice alone
A haunting cry</DIV>


<font style=" font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: none; text-transform: none; text-shadow: 0px 0px 9px #000000;">She wanted to</font> tell him not to apologize, that he never had to apologize for things like that. It had been so long since she had been touched with affection, rather than malice, and though prolonged physical contact with anyone still made her skin crawl with unwanted memories, with Indian it was somehow...not as bad. He respected her space, and those times he did get close, it was only for a brief moment, never enough to frighten her.

She wanted to tell him all that, but the words wouldn't come out. All she could manage was a quiet mumble and a shrug.

The mood was brightened slightly at Indian's gentle joke. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"I'll admit she scared me a bit when I first met her. The, ah...incident with Andraste didn't help things. But now that I've seen a better side of her, I'm a bit more confident in her."</font> She smiled at Indian, feeling a peace she hadn't felt in some time.<font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;"> "I'm still glad you're back, though. It hasn't been the same around here without you."</font>

She shook her head at his next question. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"Unfortunately, no. But if I hear of any neighboring packs, I'll pay a visit under truce and see if they have anyone more experienced who might be willing to teach me--"</font> Her words trailed off as her eyes went to something behind Indian, far off in the distance. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"I-Indian...?"</font> No sooner had she begun to speak again did the world begin to darken, a deep rumbling coming from the sky. She saw the entity towering into the heavens, but it seemed unreal, like a dream (or a nightmare) come to life. A cavernous maw closed over the sun, and the world fell dark but for the balls of molten rock tumbling out of the creature's gut. Soon, however, a strange glow began to emanate from the forests below, each tree lightning up like a miniature sun. Then a wave of bitter cold swept across the landscape, a visible carpet of ice growing from the cliffs to cover the plains and meadows as far as the eye could see. Citlali stood mute and shocked, trying to understand what had just happened. As she stared, forms began to move in the ice and snow beneath the mountains, lurching to life like reanimated corpses.

It took her a few moments to finally find her voice, but even when she did, she wasn't sure what to say. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"Wha..."</font> was all she could manage at first. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"What just happened?"</font>

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@Indian
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She would recount the whole situation with Andraste and he would grimace slightly at the memory of it all. <b>"That was my fault. I don't have the best timing when it comes to giving news it seems. And Cara has never been great with change. She was happy to rub it in my face when Andrasta... You know..."</b> He would say, words trailing off as he looked away. Sometimes his mind drifted to her, sometimes he thought about her and wondered what had happened. He had gone out looking for her a few times but had found nothing. Not even back at the swamp where they had first met. Cit would drag him from his depressing thoughts with words of pleasure at his return.

A soft smile would tug at his lips as he tipped his head and chuckled once more. <b>"I'm glad I was missed."</b> He would say easily, words airy and soft as they came out more like a sigh then a statement. Golden eyes would study her for a moment, lost in a spiral of thoughts even as she spoke of other packs and asking them for help one day. It was a good idea, she knew what she was doing even when she didn't. Something about her eyes though... Something in those eyes... There was panic there. He was taken from his thoughts and tossed into madness as she stammered out his name. His eyes would turn up towards the sky and what he saw almost stopped his heart.

A beast began to grow and stretch into the sky, body would become so large that it would expand across the lands so that massive paws would touch a great many lands all at once and the beast's head would stretch towards the sky. And then the sun was gone. His eyes would widen as they tracked the progression of the great beast. Was that... Was that Phu'arn? Holy shit. Massive coals would tumble from his belly, cascading down the mountainside only to be extinguished by massive gouts of water. Was this even real life? He was still staring up so he didn't notice the creatures coming to life far below. The icy blast of air would shock him into reality and he would look back to Cit as she spoke. <b>"I... I don't know..."</b> He would whisper, his voice a hoarse croak as he tried to choke out some answer but there was nothing...

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<p>Time to fly, time to touch the sky
One voice alone
A haunting cry</DIV>


<font style=" font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: none; text-transform: none; text-shadow: 0px 0px 9px #000000;"><font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"What the hell..."</font></font> In sheer disbelief, she watched as the monstrous form of the god shrink and dissipate like dust in the wind, until it was as if he had never been there. But the sky remained black as pitch, the stars shining with a bright, cold light now that the sun was no longer there to obscure them. The trees in the lower forests carried a comforting light, but up on the slopes, it might as well have been midnight. An icy wind blew through the mountains, moaning like the spirits of the dead and carrying snowflakes with it. It cut through Citlali's fur, immediately setting her to shivering. She unconsciously sidled towards Indian, both for warmth and for reassurance, even though he seemed just as shocked.

<font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"Why would he do that...?" </font>she murmured quietly. Her religious knowledge was a bit rusty, but as far as she could recall, Phu'arne had never been an explicitly evil god, or wished the mortals any particular harm (usually, that was Karmein's job). Why, then, had he taken the sun from them? Without it, every living creature would perish. Were they purposefully attempting to end the world? Was that why those monsters were now roaming the plains below them? The thought caused a rare feeling to rise within her: anger. She didn't pretend to understand the whims of the gods, but surely they deserved more than this, to be doomed without reason or rhyme to slow, lingering deaths.

A sudden, distant howl caused her ears to prick up. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"That's Cara,"</font> she said, her words nearly lost over the wind as it began to pick up. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"She must have seen it too."</font> If she recalled correctly, there was a cave system in that direction. Citlali was suddenly struck with the urge to ensure that their entire pack was safely at home; this was no place for wolves anymore. Like any of her kind, she enjoyed hunting at night, when her eyes were bright and her prey was blind, but now the darkness overhead left her as frightened as a cub. There was nothing natural about this night, and who knew how long it would last?

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Let it carry me
Through darkest night</DIV>
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