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She dozed in the afternoon sun, legs sprawled as she lounged lazily. Sides rose and fell with steady breathes, her crimson pelt soaking up the spring suns warmth. She hadn't done much since coming here, only meeting one other wolf. Her tail flicked occasionally, long tendrils tangling. Ears twitched, listening to the sounds of the plains around her. She was hard to miss, a large red blob amidst greenery. Her mind wandered as she dozed, thinking of the future and what she could do for herself, with herself. Packs had sprouted up around her, but she had no real desire to go searching for them to find out what they stood for. The pack that had resided within these lands had fallen just as fast as it had risen. She expected these new packs to do the same.
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Nostrils quivered, legs stretching, a pleasure groan breaking the silence as she stretched. She should hunt, or find a permanent place to call home, but she didn't move, enjoying her peace far too much. For once, the past did not plague her thoughts or haunt her dreams, she was simply in the present without a care in the world. And she enjoyed it. A yawn would part her jaws, eyes remaining shut to the world, oblivious to the approach of another. 


<font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Speech."</b></font> <font style="color: #64110B;"><em>Thoughts.</em></font></div></div>
Wind beneath his wings, sun beating down on his back, food in his belly. If he was taking a positive outlook on things, he would dare to say that things couldn't get any better yet. Flying had become his therapy. Sure he couldn't see and enjoy what he was sure was a fantastic spectacle from his bird's eye view, but up here he could let his thoughts and ghosts be blown away with the clouds. He could forget about why he was in this new place, about how much he fucked up his life, about everything. He could just be and feel nature around him, the only constant in his life. There instances where he wished he could have his younger sister Sibelle back, but he thought her better off without him, wherever she was. She didn't need to be dragged down with his ghosts and demons. She had enouhgh to deal with on her own without him adding to it. 

He would make lazy circles in the air, daring even to do some backwards circles, diving precariously close to the tops of the trees. One miscalculations and he could go falling into the tall pines, impaling himself on a branch, decorating the tree with his blood. Wouldn't that be a sad way to die; impaling himself on a tree. But there were worse ways to die he supposed. As he glided through the air, he would find himself coming to an abrupt halt, massive wings beating down hard to keep himself afloat in the air as he processed what his senses were telling him. Sibelle. It was her smell. His younger sister had somehow managed to find her way to same place he had. What were the odds. He had stumbled across Newt and now Sibelle. Were the wolves from his past slowly coming to trickle back in? He would stare at the ground below him, sightless eyes trying to pinpoint the location of his sister down on the earth. Surprise would keep the beast from diving down towards her, unsure if this time his mind was really trying to play tricks on him. 
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Her thoughts often drifted to her brother, wondering how he was doing, where he was at. She had vanished just before he did, though she didn't know this. Her, Taurig and Maija all seeming to vanish within the same season, leaving behind their tattered pasts. She missed her golden sister dearly, and often thought of how the woman was doing, if she was still part of Cataleya's pack or if she too had slipped away entirely. A shadow would pass over, lingering directly above her. A frown tugged at her pale lips, causing a single eye to flicker open, glaring up at the opposing shadow.
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She did not yet recognize the shadow that loomed above, hovering in the air as though looking for something. Never did it cross her mind that it might be her brother, or that he was literally flying blind. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Do you mind?"</b></font> She growled irritably up at the wolf that dared impose of her sun bathing. Her neck twisted, muzzle pointing nearly upwards as she glared up at the stranger. She was having a rather pleasant afternoon, and now this stranger was trying to ruin it for her.


<font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Speech."</b></font> <font style="color: #64110B;"><em>Thoughts.</em></font></div></div>
Do you mind? Came her irritated growl, bringing out the beast's first smile in months. That was Sibelle alright, just as fiery and fiesty as he remembered her. From the tone of her voice he assumed that she didn't realize just exactly who she was talking to. In her defense, she probably couldn't tell it was him, what with the sun blaring down at him from above, probably making hard to make him out at first glance. He would take no offense to her tone, knowing that she would never say anything to intentionally upset him. Of all the wolves he'd met so far in his life, besides his ex-wife, Sibelle was really the only one who had managed to snag herself a huge part in his heart. She could be a bit of a hot-head and head strong, but when it came down to it, he knew he could always count on her for anything. After leaving, he didn't know if he was ever going to see his sister again but here she was again, lying just beneath him, thinking him to be some idiot who was trying to ruin her day. Oh how he'd missed her. 

Depends, is it bothering you? Because if it is then yes I completely mind. he would call back to her, humor lacing his words as he allowed himself to drop down just a bit lower, keeping himself in same relative area to where he supposed he was blocking her sunlight. Would she recognize him now that he was closer? Would she be glad to see him still alive and relatively well? Or would she not want anything to do with him? He couldn't think of any reason as to why she wouldn't want anything with him, but it had been so long since he had seen her he couldn't be too sure how she was going to react when she realized it was him. 
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There was no denying that voice. It was a voice that she had spent years around, and even though large spans of time often separated them, she would never forget her brothers voice. At first, shock kept her silence, staring up at his shadowy figure. Then a grin would spread her lips, happiness not even coming close to what she felt. Limbs nimbly lifted her from the grass, her heavy tail wagging furiously. He lowered himself, though he was still above her, but she could better make out his features. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Taurig!"</b></font> Her voice was high with emotion, forepaws lifting off the ground as though she might get closer to him. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Get down here!"</b></font> She barked at him, unable to contain her glee.
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Never in her wildest dreams had she expected to see her brother again. She had traveled across so much water that she didn't think she would see anyone ever again. But by a streak of luck, her brother wound up on the same land that she had. For the first time in months, her expression was bright and happy, her mood had lifted to something much better than brooding and glaring at anyone who dared look in her direction. For the first time in awhile she felt hope, as though her life might actually balance out into something normal again, and she could live out her days relatively happy. 


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A wave of relief washed over the beast as Sibelle called out his name, having finally realized just exactly who she was talking to. Get down here! She would call out to him, inviting him back down on earth with her. Watch out below! he would bark at her, wings giving one hard flap to raise him up before tucking themselves against his massive body as he began to dive. He would wait until the very last moment before snapping his wings out, bombarding Sibelle with a rush of wind, hoping that it would knock her off her paws, or at least get her all frazzled. He would glide out to recover from the sudden stop, circling around his sister before he would touch down, limbs immediately launching him forward at a lope as he ran into his younger sister, burying his muzzle in her neck, mindful of the horns that adorned her crown. It was really her. His little red. 

Oh little Red, it's really you. I've missed you so much. I thought I'd never see you again...His voice would trail off at the end as he held back the tears that threatened to spill. It had been a while since he had felt any kind of emotion besides regret and it was a bit overwhelming now to have all these emotions crashing through him all at once. He was beyond happy to find Sibelle again and relieved beyond belief. Finding his sister was probably the saving grace that he needed. Whatever forces had brought them back he was more than thankful for. 
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Peering up at him, she would give him the space he requested, keeping her eyes on him to stay out of his way. He would raise up only to dive back down, massive wings spreading to create a gust of wind that had her leaning back as it ruffled her pelt.He would touch down, breaking into a lope as he raced towards her. A grin curled her lips higher as he barreled into her, pressing his face into her neck. She curled around him, as though she was latching onto him for dear life. Little red. She hadn't been called that in so long, he was the only one that ever got away with calling her such a thing. His voice trailed off, suggesting that he was as much of an emotional wreck that she was. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"I've missed you too.."</b></font> She mumbled, pressing her nose into the fur of his neck. She stayed there for a moment, relishing in his embrace and the fact that he was actually here. He was real.
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Leaning back fractionally, she would peek up at his face, seeking familiar milky eyes. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Now come on, no moping, you should know that you couldn't get rid of me forever."</b></font> She teased, hoping to lighten both their moods. Her life had been hell for so long that she could use a good day, especially one with her brother. She quickly press her nose to his cheek, before plopping her rump on the ground, her emerald gaze never leaving his face. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"How long have you been here?"</b></font> She inquired, wondering if it was recent or if they had been moping in the same place the entire time.


<font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Speech."</b></font> <font style="color: #64110B;"><em>Thoughts.</em></font></div></div>
He would relish in her presence, soaking up everything that was his sister. Her voice, her touch. He hadn't realized until he was hugging his sister, feeling her warm flesh against his nose, how much he'd missed her. If he was being honest with himself, he missed his sister more than he did anyone else, his ex-wife included. She had become his whole world before his wife had ever come along. He would do anything for her and it killed him to know that she had gone through things that he hadn't been able to protect her from. But in the end, it didn't turn out so bad; she was stronger for it now. They had both been through the ringer and it was a relief to know that she would be a part of his life once again. She was his bright little flame at the end of the dark tunnel, the little kick that he needed to get him out of his rut. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all. 

Now come on, no moping, you should know that you couldn't get rid of me forever. It felt like ages since he had joked around with his sister and her comment about getting rid of her brought a booming laugh from the beast, something belly deep that shook his entire body. It felt good to laugh. It felt even better to laugh with his sister. A genuine smile would curl his ebony lips as she pressed her nose to his cheek before he heard her sit. Dark tail would wag gently behind him as he stretched his wings out to their full span, curling them around his sister, brushing them softly against her as he pulled them back against his spine as her question reached his ears. Not very long. A few days probably. How long have you been here? 
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She had dearly missed him. He had been the first one to greet her back in their old land, he had been the one to tell her of the terrors their father committed. He had been her whole world, even in his absence, before her husband and her children, before her pack, before everything. It didn't matter how much time stretched between their time together, he was always going to be her brother, the one who had been there for just about everything. 
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He would laugh, a deep, booming sound that had a much more lady like giggle spilling from her lips. A smile curled his lips, similar to the one that stretched around her face. Wings stretched out before curling around her, brushing her skin ever so lightly before retracting towards his body once more. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Forever it seems like."</b></font> She replied, words soured only by the giant bitterness in her voice. She didn't particularly like it here, but it was better than where she had come from. At least here she was not plagued by memories of the past.


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So she had been some time then. Had she gotten here before he had? Had they gotten here at the same time? Such details seemed of little importance now that the two were together. The only thing he cared about was staying near his sister; he wouldn't loose her again. She was the only permanent thing in his life and he would be damned if he lost her because they got separated again. Ebony haunches would fold beneath the massive beast, mirroring his sister's posture, milky eyes pinned to where he assumed her verdant gaze to be. Her reply caught the man off guard, dark ears falling back against his crown at the unmistakable bitterness in her voice. Had something already happened to his sister in her short time within the new lands? His nape bristled at the thought. I take it by the tone of your voice, you haven't really found this place to your liking little red? he would venture, knowing if he was wrong Sibelle wouldn't hesitate to correct him, but he had a feeling he wasn't wrong. She wasn't one to hide her displeasure about anything. And if I'm right, please tell me it's not because you've run into some unpleasant company. His voice would take on an icy tone, reminding Sibelle that she just had to point him in the right direction and he would take care of anyone that wasn't to her liking.