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<p>Time to fly, time to touch the sky<br>
One voice alone<br>
A haunting cry</p></div>
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<font style=" font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: none; text-transform: none; text-shadow: 0px 0px 9px #000000;">When Citlali had</font> last visited these woods, they had been dark and verdant, tangled with vines and full of life. Now, she walked through a world of silence and death, the dappled leaf-shadows replaced by the ethereal glow that now permeated most of Vindico's trees. This glow was now the only source of light in their dark, frozen world, but it provided precious little warmth. Like all of Vindico's creatures, she was beginning to suffer from the harsh winter--her eyes were dull, pupils strained from a lack of sunlight, and her ribs, once hidden, were beginning to reappear under her silvery coat. Had this been a normal winter, then she could have taken comfort in the fact that spring was just around the corner, and would soon banish the frozen famine. But now? Now, she had no idea.

Not for the first time, Citlali paused and looked upwards, past the glowing, leafless branches. Snow was falling, each flake illuminated by the trees' light to resemble a speck of gold spiraling to earth, but beyond the spectacle of light, the sky was pitch-black. Her muzzle wrinkled, and though she spoke no words, her anger and fear were plain to see. Citlali lacked the courage to voice her frustrations, but she nevertheless railed against Phu'arne silently, cursing the gods for their cruelty. Part of her worried at the possibility of being smited for such vicious thoughts, but why should the gods care what she thought of them? She, along with every other creature in this damned land, would be dead before too long.

Of course, the wordless rage of one scruffy she-wolf did little to alleviate the endless night, and she eventually looked down with a sigh, then continued down the game trail she had been following. Her paws were going numb in the snow, but she forced herself to keep walking. Most of the game had congregated in the forested areas, seeking what little light and warmth was left in the world, and she stood a better chance of catching something here than she did out on the frozen plains, which had now become infested by shambling snow-monsters. She could stand around and think angry thoughts, or she could try to feed her pack and keep them alive just a little bit longer.

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Let it carry me<br>
Through darkest night</div>
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Every step the lithe violet wolf took was accompanied by a crisp crunch of snow as it was compacted beneath her, a hollow sound that barely broke the eerie silence that accompanied such vast amounts of snow. Every noise that she'd normally catch with ease was now muffled so that one had to concentrate deeply in order to know what went on around them. Such quiet both relaxed and unnerved her. It was nice to not be surrounded by a barrage of sounds from the countless beings inhabiting the forest, but that meant she had no idea what was out there. No idea who was out there.

Harbinger's breath came in short huffs, sending out clouds of vapor that fascinated her. Little clouds formed just before her muzzle, as if she were building a little sky for tiny creatures to fly in. That thought brought on a wave of sadness. She would never be one of those creatures that flew through the air -- never feel the freedom that came with being carried on the wind. She couldn't help but feel she was missing out. Sure, there were many other flightless canines such as herself, but they didn't have wings. Perhaps it wasn't healthy to dwell on such things that couldn't be helped or do her any good. Why was it so hard not to?

After getting lost in her own thoughts and being distracted by the new environment this sudden snow storm created Harbinger lost track of her surroundings. When she focused on where she was once more the girl was startled to realize that the once somewhat familiar path was replaced by a strange, narrow and winding trail that was walled in by masses of snow-covered trees and vines barely lit by soft glow of trees which had become the only light source for Vindico. Her brow furrowed with fearful concern as she wandered onward hoping she might find some familiar surroundings if she only pressed on a bit further. Instead what she found was a stranger who also appeared to be wandering, though for what reason one could only guess. This creature also possessed wings, causing a mild twinge of jealousy mixed with longing at the thought that they could take to the air when Harbinger could not. Soon the other would notice her. That inevitability caused a pang of nervousness to run through her and stopped the slender purple being from emitting the first spoken words


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<p>Time to fly, time to touch the sky<br>
One voice alone<br>
A haunting cry</p></div>
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Once, Citlali might have turned and fled from the sight of another, but she wasn't quite the same girl that had come crawling out of a foreign territory a year ago. The bloody, battered, malnourished scrap of fur had grown into someone, while perhaps not entirely healed, that could at least be called a wolf, rather than a slave-creature. Citlali dropped her head and gave a few slow wags of her tail, putting forth a friendly and relaxed posture. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"No need to look so nervous. I don't think I could hurt you even if I wanted to,"</font> she said in jest, eyes straying again to the other's spiked tail. Even if Citlali had been the aggressive sort, she still wouldn't have wanted to risk a wallop from that.

<font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"Are you trying to hunt as well?"</font> she asked, hoping to cajole some sort of response out from the other wolf. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"I had thought maybe the game would have moved into the forests, now that it's the only place with light, but so far I haven't been able to find anything."</font> There was still the nagging thought in the back of her mind, whispering insidious things to her: there was no point in trying to hunt, to eat, to live. Phu'arne had devoured the sun and doomed them all. It was only her animalistic urge to survive, and the desire to care for her packmates in what little way she could, that drove her to keep functioning.

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Let it carry me<br>
Through darkest night</div>
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@Harbinger
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If hopelessness was a pit, Harbinger has long ago fallen into it and grown accustomed to it's darkness. Her eternal unhappiness was like a cage, but a cage that she had long ago accepted as her home. Seeing the reactions of the other beings to this new seemingly endless winter was like watching everyone else fall into the pit with her out of nowhere. It startled her to see the faces of wolves once complacent in their lives now shaken by the concept of never feeling warmth again. They had lost their sense of comfort and were realizing it might not come back. That fearful anger that had only just dissipated from the strangers face was evidence enough that none of them knew how to cope with this powerlessness.

Tuning in to the lupine before her, Harbinger studied the wings and interesting markings that pained their fur. She noted that this female was shorter, of a lithe build and didn't feel terribly threatening. Relaxing slightly, she sat down and listened at they spoke with relaxed and non-threatening posture, beginning with a light hearted joke in some attempt to elicit a reply. Feeling uneasy as always, Harbinger slowly responded with a soft, <font color="#160127"><b>" I suppose that may be true..."</b></font> Perhaps she should be grateful to her parents for passing on their wicked spines. Very few that caught sight of them felt the need to confront her, not wanting to risk what would surely be a bad injury from a single hit at the right angle.

Staring at the hetero-chromatic eyes with her own pale cyan orbs, She considered telling the girl that she had not eaten since the sun disappeared and hadn't much worried about it either. Food was rarely on her mind. It was a wonder she had lived up to this point without wasting away. Admittedly, now that it was brought up her stomach was beginning to rumble in protest at the inadvertent fast. Something caught her attention though and silenced her hunger for the time being. It was that look again. The dread, the loss of hope. Only for a moment, just long enough to be seen and then disappear. The stranger was afraid, mad, worried they would all die now that the prey was being killed by the cold.

Harbinger stood up, taking a deep breath. Walking a few steps closer, she said in a soft, yet purpose-driven voice, <font color="#160127"><b>"Perhaps that's not what you and your pack need to worry about. Hunting will be hard now, everything will certainly die and we will all follow. We can be afraid, or we can do something. If the sun has been taken, we must find a way to get it back."</b></font>

She shuddered to think how they might manage such a feat, but sitting in the pit of despair had never gotten anyone anywhere. It sure as hell hadn't made her any stronger, helped her fix what was wrong in her life. Not that she was suddenly a brave or fearless soul. She was just too tired and scared to let everyone else be tired and scared and die off like flies. The scent on the stranger reminded her of a few others she had stumbled on in days past, so maybe if they knew each other then she could at least motivate them to do something. If nothing was done, their fate was death. There was no getting around it.



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<p>Time to fly, time to touch the sky<br>
One voice alone<br>
A haunting cry</p></div>
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<font style=" font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: none; text-transform: none; text-shadow: 0px 0px 9px #000000;">Citlali's brows rose</font> at the purple female's words. Despite her haggard appearance and limp wings, there was an air of fierce determination about her that made the silver wolf take notice. Still, what she was suggesting was a task far, far easier said than done. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"But how? I don't believe that things like them are going to listen very well to the demands of things like us. If Phu'arne was willing to kill the sun, then he might smite us as soon as look at us if someone was to try and stand up to him."</font>

Citlali's antagonistic attitude towards the gods was something she had held for a long time. As a slave, she had believed that the gods took little to no notice of downtrodden people like her. If they weren't on her side, why should she feel any kind of loyalty to them? It was something to think about, though. Perhaps the gods, as disconnected as they were, weren't even aware of what their actions had resulted in. When a wolf dug their den, they didn't feel bad about the bugs and worms they were displacing. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"How could we even get them to listen to us?" </font>

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Let it carry me<br>
Through darkest night</div>
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<font color="#160127"><b>"Your lack of confidence concerns me..."</b></font> Not only that, but this pervading sense of despair from those around her was not helpful. There was only room for one gloomy canine, and that tended to be Harbinger herself. Frowning for a moment, she pondered the rest of the words. <i>kill?</i> No, that didn't sound right. Sure, the once reliable orb of light was now missing, but the idea that it was dead and gone felt wrong. She wouldn't know for sure until they found some way to investigate, perhaps interrogate the light thief and gain some answers.

The only thing she could think was that doing nothing was the absolute worst option. Hardly a choice at all. She did nothing all her life and look where that got her. Right now though, the whole land of Vindico was at stake. It was no time to worry about the consequences of their actions, when inaction was far more dangerous.

Pointed ears twitched thoughtfully until she broke the silence, <font color="#160127"><b>"Well, it seems to me that inactivity on our part will lead to nothing. Maybe the best place to start is not with the sun-swallower or the creator of the snow creatures, but the one who gave us our only sources of light and warmth now that the sun is gone... Clearly in doing so it is possible they did not wish for us to fall victims to the cold."</b></font> she mumbled, gesturing towards the softly glowing vegetation that kept them from being lost in a land of utter darkness. The only other light that existed she noticed periodically, the dimly shining stars above their heads had not disappeared, but were not enough to light the land as the trees did. The beginning of an idea sprouted in her mind, but she didn't give it her attention as she was waiting for the response from her new acquaintance.



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<p>Time to fly, time to touch the sky<br>
One voice alone<br>
A haunting cry</p></div>
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<font style=" font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: none; text-transform: none; text-shadow: 0px 0px 9px #000000;">A quiet, humorless</font> laugh--a common sound to hear from Citlali--was her only reply to the other wolf making note of her timid demeanor. She had certainly changed in her time away from her homeland, but perhaps not that much. By her very nature, Citlali disliked confrontation, and confronting a god, well, it made her head spin just thinking about it.

Still, the purple wolf had a point. It was unlikely that Phu'arne would help them, given that he had caused the problem in the first place. Karmein was out of the question as well, at this point she was more or less an antagonist. Citlali would never be able to fathom why the goddess had decided to make a bad situation even worse, but the thought of it was enough to awake a few embers of anger in her stomach. That just left Costentina, the only one of the trio that had tried to help them. She might be the one most likely to listen.

She studied the winged wolf, still taken by the sense of determination she emitted. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"You're the only soul I've met so far who wants to try and put an end to this winter, rather than let it end us. Who are you, if you don't mind my asking?"</font>

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Let it carry me<br>
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While awaiting the response of the pack wolf she allowed her gaze to shift, glancing briefly at the blue and white eyes, the coat marked with various colors, and eventually moving to the snow that was settling on everything. It hadn't stopped for a single moment that she'd seen ever since the sun was swallowed by the enormous being, Phu'arne. She still was puzzled by the reason as to why he would take the sun away. Perhaps the wolves of Vindico had done something wrong? No, she couldn't imagine that they would have done anything that would merit such repercussions. Slowly her tail curled in closer to her body, the end wrapping around one of her legs.

Thoughts of what might happen should they not act quickly were consuming her, awakening the fear she had shoved aside a moment ago. They could all die. Could. Fate was never a sure thing, deciding that you were doomed to a certain fate was usually the act that sealed that fate. A shiver went through her slender frame, barbed tail pulling closer for a moment. Puffs of warm air escaped her snout and sent white clouds spiraling away while she regained control and glanced up, preparing to respond, banishing the nerves from her voice.

<font color="#160127"><b>"I can't say I'm surprised that this is the case... Most have not lived in such a state of hopeless panic, they probably can't fathom what to do and are left stuck by their state of uncertainty. It's understandable, but it could be the death of us."</b></font> Her voice was even but still hesitant. She felt stuck for a moment, still trying to collect her thoughts after the short loss of control, supposing she ever really had it.

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