set a few days after this thread (backdated around may 4th)

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skill: expert soothsayer

In an instant, the ending came, slamming them all into a new world — or what felt like an entire shock-wave of new energy that flooded over all of Mythris. A ground-shaking, aura-shattering blow that sent some of them into new spaces, with whatever they picked, while others found themselves at the wrong place at the wrong times. Aelia had never been one to be in the wrong place, at least, not until the very last moments of the curse, where it had taken immense courage from all of them (whether it had been Rune-Seeking, or putting their lives on the line to stop the burden-filled chains that bound old souls to old curses), to finally break them free, to start anew, and allow them to forge their own past, present, and future.

In visions, she saw, and in her soul, she felt the frantic tug of her twin — though she was lost. Pulled east by a built-in tie since birth, she was led to the Golden Glade, her long legs matching a quick pace, but not fast enough to beat the nighttime into another day of travel. She had to stop, to eat, to drink, to rest. Non-stop, she'd pushed herself — she had to find them. Wherever they were... her twin, her mothers, her family.

Breathless, heaving in and in, she'd look to the stars, feeling helpless as ever, hoping the Five were looking down upon her in luck, and not in spite. Where had she been when Mythris needed her most? The sky was ever-changing, yet it was familiar in the way the stars twinkled, the same, new ones and old, collecting in constellations that told her where to go.

Give me strength... Or... a sign... The Daystar couldn't help but ask, an admittance that she needed help, a rare thing for Aelia. Usually, she'd pray to herself or try to look for the little signs — not beg aloud. But those weren't working right now, not in her hurried, frenzied state. All she could rely on was the ache that her twin was feeling — how it was pulling her even when she was exhausted, hungry, and teary-eyed. Something, please... She'd murmur as she collapsed into a sit, feeling depleted of all her energy, letting out the weakest howl, calling out to the gods, her family, anything, really.

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I hope it's okay to steal this? Lykaon is nearby enough to get to her, with a little bit of imagination :) But I can also delete this if you'd rather he didn't answer it

Lykaon had been fishing. And then he had chased a deer into a nearby brush. Now he realized he'd have to stay away from Druid's rise for the evening. To far away to head back. But at least he had a few fish and a couple of squirrels tossed over his shoulders. He had lost the deer in the underbrush. Territory he did not know. That was his folly. But he would have to learn it now. Because now he was determined to right that wrong.

It had taken him some time to find a place that fit him. And he hadn't spoken to a lot of other's in his time among these wilds. But here he was. Regardless. And he enjoyed the wolves therein. HE thought fondly of the first wolf he had met. But he hadn't seen her in sometime.

He was thrown from his ministrations of finding a place to bunk down for the night when a howl went up. He followed it. Fearful of what he may find at the end.

A soft Hello in the dark, before he'd step from the shadows. Blood streaked from prey. Squirrels still hanging from his shoulders.

Hunter 1/5

skill: expert soothsayer

Aelia didn't know how long she sat there for; it could have been anywhere from minutes to hours until her call was heeded. The whole time, her eyes very rarely diverged from the sky — perhaps a shooting star would pass by and grant her wishes.

But no, no shooting star would answer her call — but a friend would. Before hearing his voice, a familiar warmth would wash over her, the feeling of being seen, something the Daystar was used to the spotlight, and so her head would swing, her eyes meeting him as his voice echoed through the air.

'Hello.'

First, Aelia recoiled at the blood she saw staining him, worried at what would have caused such a thing, but then her eyes would drift and find the prey hanging from his shoulders. And secondly, the muscles that had been so tired, so tense, would unfurl at the sight of his ebbing brown aura, a comforting and warm draw that had the woman pushing one more step forward. She'd limp, not yet realizing that her paws were cracked and oozing blood. Lykaon...! She still found her voice to be weak, out of breath. It must not have been too much time after her wishes and his arrival there.

Thank the Five, she'd murmur, for sending such a blessing to her, not only a friend, but fresh kill swinging from him. Embarassing as it was, she could feel saliva build in her maw. How long had it been since she'd eaten? It's incredibly good to see you. She wanted to move another step closer, yet her paws wouldn't allow it; they ached, and she winced, and stayed put. I could use a friend right now. Her eyes were filled with exhaustion, but she managed a smile for Lykaon, someone she'd already asked one too many favors of in her mind, but he'd always delivered in full.

Lykaon recognized the wolf immediately. And moved a little faster. What was Aelia doing here? He had left her with food and prey abundant
Furs. Had something happened?

He froze when she recoiled. He hadn't meant to scare her. Maybe she didn't recognize him as he did her. It was possible.

Aelia! You're limping.

He met her the rest of the way searching for any injuries. Sniffing her over. He tried to be mindful of her space. But she looked exhausted and weak and the limp made him nervous.

A smile Then a friend you get. Let me see.

He dropped the squirrels from his shoulders. He had left the fish behind but he could get them if needed be.

You eat. I mean unless you're not hungry.

he bowed his head sheepish assuming she needed sustenance. When she was capable.

While I try and find some uh cobwebs. They aren't great, but they do in a pinch and then let me look at those paws.

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There was a softness to Lykaon, akin to Amaris', empathetic to the Daystar. When she recoiled, he stopped briefly. When he noticed her limping, he sprang into action to meet her more than halfway. As weighed down as she felt with exhaustion and worry for her loved ones, she felt a little lighter upon being seen and fretted about.

Lykaon's nose prodded close to the air around her, though she didn't mind, basking in the warm glow of someone's attention. I'm alright. I've just been... Running for a while now... As if on queue, her thigh muscle cramped, and she was forced into a sit, stretching her back right leg. Eugh... She really did need to rest. 

'Then a friend you get.' Lunar eyes would soften slightly, reminded fondly of why she found the brown ebbing of his aura, so warm to be around. You always seem to be helping me... Thank you, again.

The woman perked up a little bit more when he offered one of the many squirrels that lined his back, still as good a hunter as ever. She had to swallow to keep from outwardly salivating (which would not be attractive nor polite). Uh! No, I'm very hungry, actually. Anticipated worry filled her voice as his offer was almost rescinded with the notion that she may not be hungry.

The bow of his head made her smile more; again, that bright star in her chest shone. It was brief, her stomach growling and unable to keep herself from snatching a squirrel close, eyes drawn back up as he mentioned going off to find some cobwebs for her wounds. Oh, he knew a little about healing, too. Aelia's head tilted in thought. That was good to know. Okay, I'm sure they won't be too far off. There was a soft coo to her voice, though she knew as soon as he stepped away, she'd be tearing and gulping down the food he'd offered her. And she was trying her best to not look like a complete, uncouth mess.

Lykaon hated to see anyone in pain. Even when he was hunting. If he came across a creature tha the couldn't save. He would more than often put it out of it's misery. He didn't hunt too much that he caused issues. He only hunted enough for what he needed.

The hunter hovered unsure, and self-conscious. She was obviously hurting something fierce. And he wasn't a healer by any means. He only knew enough to stop a bleed, and not move someone that fell. Why were you running? Unless that's personal and that's okay

A soft smile, shy and humble. You're welcome.

A nod and he settled one then two squirrels down for her. Laying the others nearby. Then please eat as much as you want. I can hunt more.

Lykaon shifted and then nodded. OKay I'll be right back.

There were always spider webs. But the key was finding some that were a little bigger and stronger than some of the little ones. He fetched a stick and went on a search. Finding one that fit his idea and slowly wound the stick through it. Stopping when he grew slightly dizzy from holding the stick between teeth and moving his neck so awkwardly. He didn't want to leave her on her own too long. She had seemed already alone for a bit.

He returned with cobwebs in tow. Here Though it sounded garbled through the stick in his maw.

skill: expert soothsayer

It wasn't a national secret why the girl was running, but she felt as if it were, looking back to the distant mountains of the Respite — her home, which hadn't felt like home lately, without her family there. Without Amaris, she felt lost. And somewhat bad, for leaving their home mostly unattended. Sure, those still lurked, but she didn't like the thought of being away for too long. She'd done that enough over the last year. No, no... Not super personal, it's just, her lunar eyes would shift back to him, finding no malice in Lykaon's gaze, she didn't have to hide the truth from him, My family has gone missing — or rather, they're not missing, I know they're around here somewhere, I can feel it. She could feel her moonshadowed twin near... Just... Where at?

Two squirrels were placed in front of her, with others nearby. Her stomach audibly growled, and she swallowed again to keep back the saliva that threatened to drip out of the corners of her maw. You're very kind. She'd manage not to dribble, and gave a rather excited nod to him, telling her he was going to go, Be safe!

And just when he was out of sight, the Daystar went to town, devouring the squirrels in front of her with ease. Chomping loudly, she'd wonder how long it'd been since she actually had a meal and not just sparingly berry-picking and rabbit snatching. In the distance, she knew Lykaon searched for her. She was unsure if it was the thought flooding back to her mind after finally sourcing something to eat or a genuine feeling of warmth when she thought of him searching for something else to help care for her. Damn, she really needed to pay him back.

Just as Aelia reached for another squirrel, finding enough strength to scoot over to the laid out prey, she saw his ardent glow, now ebbing a light green that made him seem as if he was a part of the earth itself. Earthy browns and vibrant green surrounded him, and it made the woman smile; she'd rarely seen two colors twist in one aura.

A laugh would spill from her lips, at the way his voice sounded garbled as he spoke with the stick in his mouth, Don't you know you aren't supposed to talk with your mouth full? Even as exhausted as she was, she couldn't help but feel perky around him. Aelia reached to grab the other end of the stick, getting rather close; their heads almost briefly touched, her eyes catching on his, before slowly pulling back, hoping he'd let the stick go so she could apply it to her paws. She wouldn't ask the male to do that for her, and she knew basic medical skills from Auntie Harper and Fiora.

Lykaon did not know what burdens she carried. But he knew she carried some. And if he could ease them even just a little bit. He wanted too. She was the first wolf he had met here. The first one to be kind to him. Despite how unsure she had been. She had been kind anyway. He felt he owed her for that. And he counted her a friend.

Lykaon laid his ears back. Concern on his face. Can I help you find them? Or I can search for you? I'm afraid I dont know what they look like, but I can ask around. The pack I belong too, now. They know a lot of local packs.

A soft chuckle when she told him to be safe. I'll do my best. Spiders can be a bit scary and threatening I will admit.

Lykaons eyes went wide when she reached. His own yellow eyes meeting her vibrant ones. Crinkling at the edges with a silent laugh. He let the stick go with a soft huff. A little laugh. Were he a human man he'd have rubbed the back of his neck. Slow almost boyish he spoke.

Yea my ma woulda had my hide.

He chuckled again and felt warm at the memory of his mom. Sweet and kind and mannerly. He missed her more than anything. But Ardeth men didnt stay in the packs they were allowed. He could have killed his dad for making his mother cry every season he sent her boys away.

You need some help? Or you good?

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If Aelia hadn't thought he was the kindest wolf she'd met in the past year, she did now. His eyes grew with concern as she spoke of her missing family and offered, again, his assistance. Though she wasn't ready for the small pang when he mentioned he was in a pack, was he not enticed enough with Elysium... and the fact she was there? She didn't let it contort her face or body language, just offered another smile, You're so sweet... But, I know they're nearby... Somewhere. Her gaze would fall to the distance, her magnetic soul yearning to reunite with her twin. You'd find it all funny if I explained. She waved a paw, knowing his mission was elsewhere right now, as the search for spiderwebs would take him for right now. When you get back, maybe. He'd find her quite odd, she assumed, wrapped in the family's shared spiritual world.

Once he let the stick go, she'd pull back, the smile on her lips never fully leaving them. It'd been a moment since she'd been so close to another wolf — a male wolf, for that matter. Cyrus crossed her mind, remembering him to be the last; the thought of it pulled her back faster than she wanted. Of course, the smile didn't leave, but became a little awkward as she held the stick in her mouth, leaning her head down to try to wind it around her pawpad, but it wasn't working as well as she intended it to, finding it hard to fully wind around her paw.

Eugh... Can't do anything for myself right now. She sighed and relinquished the stick to him, If you don't mind... Her voice would trail off for a second, So, what pack do you run with?

Lykaon had not thought that he was allowed to ask for a place at Elysium. He had never been offered. So as such he hadn't thought much about it after he had helped them and Aelia. Were it his choice. He probably would have gone where the she wolf was, because she was his friend. Closer to his age. And the first wolf he had met. And if he could leave on good terms and had good reason. He had no qualms at leaving another place. But that was neither here nor there.

A shake of his head. I probably wouldn't. I don't boast a hefty knowledge of much. I'll admit. I'm a hunter. That is where my skillset and smarts lie. But the pack I am with, they are I believe it is called Druids. he frowned thinking if that was the right word.

And having lived here. I don't find much things strange anymore to be fair. He shifted.
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Lykaon had not been close to any wolf like that in some time. Not even Lestan or Kirain. And their daughter had kept far away from him, even during their conversation. He had wondered briefly at the time if his smell was offensive. Until he noticed a nervous ness to her.

Lykaon took the stick again. And bent forward to try and get the cobwebs around her leg. His eyes narrowed in concentration. Part of his tongue sticking out around the stick as he worked. Gently applying them. Trying so very hard not to hurt her. When he was finished. He backed up and looked over his work critically. A cant of his head. The stick hanging from his mouth. He gave a decisive nod.

Camanheich. Run by Lestan and Kirain. They seem kind. I don't understand their beliefs yet. But I am trying.