The quiet time before the rising sun was Columbine's favorite. He blended like a shadow, a thing of nightmares; the ashen male was meant to survive away from the traitorous light of the sun. It was rare to see him during the day; Columbine preferred to skulk in his room, isolated from most of the clan and resurfacing after the sun set. This meant he hadn't met much of anyone, nor interacted with Helotes and Jacinto. He checked daily, of course, to see if Ilusion had finally made an appearance, but all his hopes were for naught. Soon, he would be forced to harass Helotes into venturing out of Inferni to look for her. Columbine could not keep worrying about his sister - it was detrimental to his progress in the Clan.
He'd spent much of the night at the borders, as per usual. After several weeks of this, Columbine had come to the conclusion that absolutely nothing exciting happened anymore. Some nights, the Lykoi man resorted to practicing his footwork under the silvery moonlight; he was a proficient fighter, but he had no actual training. It was hard for him to accept that he might need help, and there was a distinct possibility he never would, and instead attempt self education. Whether or not this was the smartest decision remained to be seen; Columbine had yet to test his abilities against anyone with any talent.
Columbine knew the sun would come soon, even if there were several hours left. Still, he was exhausted; the sun set earlier and rose later in the winter, extending his nights to almost unmanageable lengths. The man liked his sleep, after all, and as he strolled rather leisurely back to the Mansion and his comfortable room, he yawned hugely, tongue lolling out of his mouth and red eyes squinting shut. He would sleep comfortably today, and his nocturnal schedule would continue rather unchecked.
As he approached the mansion, he noticed a figure on the porch, and this shocked him. Columbine couldn't remember coming across another creature awake at this hour. Umber eyes narrowed in slight suspicion as he approached, but he did not take a defensive stance - he recognized the woman from the pack meeting several days before. She appeared to be wrapped in the pelt of a canine, and he repressed his initial shock. Coming from a clan that chose to decorate its borders with the skulls of wolves, Columbine wasn't shocked there were some who would choose to cloak themselves in their pelt. "Hello", he said, deep voice slightly softer than normal in uncharacteristic respect for the sleeping coyotes within. "What did you do to your leg?"
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