[P] Baby, seasons change but people don't
Asura & Skana <3
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Sorry for the wait! The birds can see Asura and Skana and fly back to Avi and they can come across her with them.
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Dress, leggings, cloak, Necklaces: 1, 2, dark scarf
NPCs: Onyx, Smoky, Moon, Ellwyn

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A small figure walked along the north coast of Nova Scotia. She led a small grey mare on a longer lead behind her. She was a skinny with most of the small muscel mass in her legs. She was a pixie-like female who was very tiny, the top of her head below five feet mark and her ears were long, making her almost five feet with her ears. She had a narrow muzzle and face that didn't taper like a coyote's. Her build was waifish and almost delicate though the scars on her body told a different story. She had long legs and was slender except there was some changes in her body since she had had puppies. Her hair was cut into a shoulder-length bob and some of the bangs tried to cover the grisly scars on the left side of her face which ran down and over the empty eye socket where her left eye used to be. She had a long fluffy tail that looked like a fox's and would have touched the ground if she wasn't paying attention.

The woman wore a lot of clothing to protect her painfully short fur from the frigid winter. Her kind was meant for Africa and the hot weather there, not winter. She wore a green dress that went down to her knees and the dress had slits that went up to her upper thigh and there were other slits in the dress that separated the bottom of the dress into different pieces. The dress also She also had dark leggings. A cloak that went down to her hips was also worn, the hood lined with silver rabbit fur and was pulled over her head with her ears sticking out. She also had two crescent moon-shaped necklaces: one was a copper amulet with an arrow and a gemstone and the second was a simple wooden pendant. The woman also wore a scarf to protect her neck from the cold as well.

Avinalora hadn't been here for a while. Normally she be on the other side of the Halcyon, in the Dampwoods or near the old Inferni territory but she realized that the other side of the mountain range could be another gateway to Anathema and the woman was committed to strengthening her pack's defenses and that meant making sure that the birds knew this area, too. She had brought Onyx, Moon, and Smoky with her to check out this place. She needed to make sure that no one ever came into the heart of Anathema, no one would ever threatened the vixen's family again.

The ghostly jackal also didn't come here often because of the nostalgia. The woman's good eye was unable to see the island but she knew it was out there. The hole in her heart was still there but it had been soothed by her family, Anathema. But she still remembered the boat that used to ferry her back and forth. Now her forays from Anathema were every few days and she spent a lot of time with her family. She tried to stay close but she had to make sure the birds knew where they were supposed to go and while Sapient didn't exactly hate the mountain pack, she wasn't too sure. The fox-tailed female stopped at the beach.

Above the grey-scaled Bathin flew three corvids: a large ivory raven with blue eyes, a grey and black crow with light green eyes, and a black corvid with dark eyes. The flew in a V-shape and flew back around before the woman told them to continue and scout until they found something. The birds let out chirps of agreement and continued flying. She was lucky that she could speak the corvid tongue or training the birds to scout would be a lot harder than it was now. The winter wraith walked at a slower pace with Ellwyn behind her.

The moon-washed mother looked at the beach that brought back so many memories. She remembered Midnight Shores but she had come to terms with it except for her bias against the Cavaliers. Since then, a lot had changed for the woman. She lost her eye, she had met the love of her life, and now she was a mother. The monochrome fox looked across to see ice had covered the water but she dared not to cross.

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Lupus | Aelcrest Shore | aNPC: Skana (+936)

-brushes off dust off of her main girl- :,) Oh, how I’ve missed you so


It had been some time since the mother and daughter had gone out together for reasons other than for a medicinal purpose. Most of the time, Skana busied herself with her studies in medicine. While she was still relatively young compared to most, the Creo matriarch had grown tired of politics and usual rank climb that most of the younger sort strived to better themselves for. Onto her third pack, she had seen and done it all, had started from the bottom and worked her way to the top. The decision to disband Midnight Shores had been trying on her psyche, and the subsequent troubles upon joining Sapient had only further cemented the idea in her head for an early retirement.


She had given it all away so that she could focus on her passion in life, as well, to finally have the freedom to do whatever she wanted without worry of rank or respect to be earned or due. A mere cog in the Sapient machine, and she was happy with it. Her daughter, Asura, she was proud of though. The girl had risen amongst her peers, and her training was coming along nicely enough. Already, the silver mother could see much of herself in her daughter. Perhaps, with time though, they would see how different or similar they were to each other.


The middle-aged wolfdog had let Asura lead the way, both out of wanting to hand over the reins and also because she was curious to see where her apprentice would take them. The Sapien pair had had no heading, merely meaning to explore and stretch their legs in the snow-covered land. They had only found a few things of interest since leaving the pack’s borders; a moose, a giant tree that had fallen over to create a bridge of sorts over a particular stretch of water, a stoat make an impressive kill on a rabbit before being killed by a hawk. All of these, mundane, but, notable nonetheless compared to the blanketed countryside.


Asura had steered them closer to the southeastern shoreline, a fact that had not gone unnoticed by her mother. “I would not cross the Strait,” Skana spoke up suddenly, her advice sage-like in its tone.


The young Creo stopped in her tracks, head whipping around to peer up at her slightly taller mother. “Why not?” She challenged. “It should be solid now.” While she had never made the journey herself, her parents and her old packmates had spoken of how the Strait became crossable during the winter months. Giant ice sheets would form, and it would be a sight unlike many had ever seen before. For a giant body of water that typically required a boat during the warmer months, it was definitely a sight Asura wanted to see for herself.


“There is nothing for us there,” the matriarch replied dismissively, “Besides, it’s still fairly early in the winter season. The ice may still be thin in places.”


“Can we just go to see it then?” Asura pleaded. Even as she asked this though, her pace nor her direction changed.


Skana chuckled, smiling at her daughter’s stubbornness. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt.” The young Sapien’s tail wagged excitedly behind her as she picked up the pace. Skana merely shook her head before continuing after her.


They broke away from the thick, forested terrain, moving out into the icy grasslands that gradually became more filled with stones, sand, and dirt the close they came to the shoreline. Asura was excited as they came to crest over a hill. Before she could reach the top though, she spotted a strange sight in the wintery sky; a trio of birds flying in a curiously tight formation for their kind.


She paused, her mother coming to stand beside her as she too noticed the birds. “Ravens…I think,” Asura informed her mother.


Skana nodded, her glacier gaze narrowing as she noticed the silvery and hooded one amongst the group. “Looks like it,” she hummed, her thoughts elsewhere. Silver and hooded colorations were not normal of the feral population around the area. She had only seen such birds once in her lifetime, and it had been many years ago… “Come on,” she commanded, her large paws being put into motion as she saw the birds bank upon seeing them, likely returning to something…or someone.


“What? Wait! Where are we going, Mam?” Asura asked as she quickly paced after Skana.


“I want to see where those birds go.”


It was strange, to see her mother become suddenly interested in the feathered creatures, however, Asura had learned to not ask questions of her mother’s instincts. Clearly, the Cessavi had found something curious about their siting and wanted to investigate. They moved along, the Creo matriarch leading the way as they loosely followed after the corvids. The birds led them to a lone figure with a horse and Skana immediately stopped upon coming into eyesight of the stranger.


Asura came to pause as well, though she knew not why. Turquoise eyes alighted onto a short-statured figure, seeing the birds to have apparently been a familiar of theirs. Her brows furrowed, unable to place a reason why her mother had stopped so suddenly. “Who’s that?” She whispered.


“Avinalora,” Skana replied, her voice loud enough to announce the Creo’s presence and acknowledgement of the jackal’s as well.


Avinalora? Asura squinted. She had not interacted much with the jackal healer of Midnight Shores, however, she recognized the name all the same. Could it really be though…?





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Optime | Day | January | Beach
Dress, leggings, cloak, Necklaces: 1, 2, dark scarf
NPCs: Onyx, Smoky, Moon, Ellwyn

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Avinalora felt a lot of nostalgia for the place she once called home. The island that she had returned to every day for months. But now Anathema was her home and she served her family well. The birds she was training would be her gift to her pack, they would go beyond the borders to serve as an early warning for the mountain pack. The woman was ambitious and undertook the mission herself, putting in hours to train her birds while still making time for her family. The vixen stayed up for hours toiling to protect her home.

The ghostly jackal remembered the dark body, lifeless in the snow and vowed never again would she lose another. She remembered the screaming snarl that had come from her throat when Zea's neck had been broken, twisting out of the man's grasp to turn around to claw his eye out just as hers had been. She vowed to never let that happen again. She couldn't defend Anathema the traditional way, her body was simply unable to fight. So she used her other talents, focusing on her knowledge of corvids since winter had taken away another passion of hers, healing. The fox-tailed female trained the birds tirelessly in hopes they would warn Anathema of threats.

The pale pixie's thoughts were interrupted as she heard a warning cry from her birds. All three had returned and then as if reminding the jackal she was still around, Ellwyn tugged at her rope. The woman made a mental note to bring a longer lead. Onyx, Smoky, and Moon flew down and the corvid landed on her shoulder while the white raven landed on a piece of driftwood close to the woman and she raised her arm close so her hooded raven could perch. Their voices overlapped but the woman understood their reports. Two females, both silver in color, large, and in their feral forms. The wind was blowing their scents away from her so the jackal medic had no idea, though the descriptions sounded familiar.

The silver healer turned her head as she heard a familiar voice, unable to make out the silver forms with her vision. They were still far away but the utterance of her name was familiar. It was the former Midnighter turned Sapien, Skana Creo. There also seemed to be someone else with her though the woman didn't know who it was. The ice queen's posture was friendlier and the slightest smile came across her face, though it was her normal slight smirk.

The winter wraith remembered how she had treated the healer last time they had met. She had been guilt-ridden, sleep deprived, irritated, and maybe a bit depressed. She had lashed out at her old friend, most likely souring their friendship if not outright destroying it. Though a lot had changed since then, but the desert doctor would have to tread carefully. Who knew what bridges she may have crumbled or burned when they had met during the sickness.

Skana, The moon-washed mother greeted, her tone neutral with a hint of a friendly air. She extended her arm, allowing her crow to fly off and perch on the driftwood with the female raven. She took a couple steps forward, telling the birds to stay. Time has treated you well. Anyone that knew the monochrome fox knew that she couldn't see anything from this distance. But maybe the Creo had had better luck than she had.

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The birds, just as Skana had predicted, belonged to an Anatheman, and they all gathered near the monochrome jackal and the troublesome horse that had once belonged to their disbanded pack. Avinalora acknowledged them—or, Skana, rather—and began to make her way towards the Sapien pair. Her posture showed familiarity, and the ghost of a smirk on her lips was somewhat reassuring. Her tone as well, while neutral, it did not hold the suspicious malice as it had that fateful spring day.


Thinking Avinalora to be in a better state of mind upon seeing all of this, only then did the Creo matriarch stride forth to meet her once-friend. It would be easier to speak without yelling to each other, as well, she remembered the jackal to have had poor eyesight. Asura shadowed after her mother, her turquoise eyes curious as she looked between the Optime woman and her mother. The Creos stopped when they had come within a reasonable distance for conversation.


“You look better than when we saw each other last,” Skana observed. She was not above being civil with their old packmate, though, reasonably, she was still trying to figure out if the Avinalora that stood before them was the Midnighter she had once called a friend, or, if the mistrustful, cynical being Skana had last met had stayed. The Anatheman looked physically healthier; no longer with a cane, downing poppy seeds, or reeking of illness. It remained to be seen if the same could be said about her mental health.


Asura was oblivious of what had transpired between the two more experienced healers last. Her thoughts instead were focused more on trying to find things she recognized in the short woman. The pale coat, she could remember, for it reminded her of rocks covered by snow. She recognized the dark ebony hair that stood out against her fur, remembered the limp that the small healer had had. The scars on the jackal’s face were new though, as were the clothes and necklaces that hung from her thin neck. The apprentice took an inquisitive sniff, recognizing the familiar smell of an old packmate, however, she did not know of the group scent that intertwined with Avinalora’s unique one.


“I see that you’ve figured out how to keep Ellwyn from wandering off,” Skana commented with a soft smile, an attempt to further gauge how this encounter with one another would go.


Glacier eyes then turned to Asura by her side. “You probably remember my daughter.” The Creo’s smile drew a little wider with pride. Asura had grown a lot since the nine-month old that Avinalora had seen last. She had filled out from the scrawny teenager stage, and had started to look more like her mother in build. “Asura.”


“Hello, Miss Avinalora,” the medic’s apprentice greeted politely with a nod.


“You look to have gathered a few more misfits in Anathema,” Skana continued as her eyes moved once more, this time, to the small flock of corvids that had gathered around. When she had left the island, Avinalora had only had Ellwyn and the fox kits to Skana’s knowledge. It was interesting to see the three different looking birds with her now.


Anathema? That was what they smelt like? Asura was sure to put the scent to memory. Back when they had been Midnighters, she remembered that her mother had spoken of how the pack had returned to their mountainous home, so, while Asura doubted she’d casually run into an Anatheman near their home in Sapient, it didn’t hurt to be familiar with their scent all the same.


“How have you been?” Asura pipped up, a smile on her lips as the tip of her tail wagged shallowly behind her. While they hadn’t been close—the jackal had been closer to her mother than Asura’s younger self—they had been packmates at one time. That had to count for something, right?





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Optime | Day | January | Beach
Dress, leggings, cloak, Necklaces: 1, 2, dark scarf
NPCs: Onyx, Smoky, Moon, Ellwyn

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The sound of two paw-steps came closer and Avinalora could make out a second form as they became clearer. The two were in their feral forms as the birds had said. The second one was not unfamiliar to her, it was Skana's daughter, though she couldn't remember the name other then that it started with an "A". The woman was rubbish at names. The pair did seem well and the Creo woman's posture was not unfriendly, though there was no telling that was on the woman's mind. Her offspring was practically full-grown and looked very similar to her mother and seemed a bit curious. The birds were not wary as the jackal had told them before that they were friends, well she didn't know if they were, though that was the only word she could describe them as to them since there was no "we were pack-mates and friends before I probably messed it up during a bad time" in corvid tongue. Onyx seemed to recognize the Creos and was indifferent which the others picked up on. The mare didn't exactly seem to notice and the vixen hoped that the calm atmosphere would remain.

The wolf woman greeted the fox-tailed female, saying that she looked better than last time. A lot had changed since that faithful spring day. The woman had a mate and a family, she was a mother, and now the Bathin of Anathema. She was interested in more than just healing and collecting herbs now, she had more things to put her energy towards such as taking care of her children and doing more to contribute to the pack such as gaining information and training birds to scout for Anathema. There seemed to be a new fire within the Phoenix woman, not the desperate fire or the blackened embers, but a calmer one. Maybe it had been motherhood or her finally settling down. But the winter wraith was different.

A lot has changed since then. The ghostly jackal said. She wasn't going to really apologize for that incident since she it had been months ago. But, she could make amends in other ways. She could show the medic that she was a different person from that time. Her answer was somewhat cryptic since the woman didn't know exactly where to start on how much had changed and would wait until the conversation turned to exactly what had changed. The girl was curious and scented the female. Well at least she wasn't shy. The desert doctor pretended not to notice.

The ex-Midnighter noted how the pale pixie kept the horse on a lead now. While Ellwyn had mellowed out a little in eight months, the woman knew that the horse could still bolt, albeit she hadn't done that for a while. Unlike her old horse, Jasper, the horse was still learning verbal commands and didn't exactly respond to "stop" or "stay" all the time. The horse raised her head slightly, responding to her name but was indifferent to the Creo. A small smirk played onto the jackal medic's face as she replied, She's still learning verbal commands and I'm not keen on loosing her. The jackal said. But now, the horse wasn't her only way home. Sure, she could trek back in Optime form but she could shift now and could probably get home herself. Though the mare was valuable and it had taken time to try and teach the equine, time that the ice queen did not want to loose.

And then the silver wolf introduced her daughter, Asura. So that was the girl's name. The moonlit Anatheman nodded, remembering the teenager she had been last time they had met. She had matured since then and seemed to have some manners as she greeted her former pack-mate politely. She carried some herbal scents, which made the snow-washed healer wonder if she had followed her mother's footsteps?

The blue-eyed healer noticed the birds as well. The grey-scaled Bathin had had many companions when she had been a Midnighter. She had come to the island with a horse, two birds, a cat, and her adopted brother. There, she had become the guardian of three fox kits and had been reunited with her sister. Since she had joined Anathema, she had gained other allies, including the birds she had tamed. The foxes began living on their own as they were adults now, though stayed closer to home now that they had new family members. She chuckled at the woman's comment. This isn't even half of the newest additions to the household, The snow-colored Phoenix said, her tail flicking at the birds and horse behind her.

And then the girl asked how she had been. The moon-washed mother had a small smile on her face that wasn't a smirk. I've been well. I've settled down since I joined the council; I have a mate and I'm now a mother. She said, speaking to both of the wolves, with a fond smile forming on her face as she thought of her family. While she and Maelyx had had their ups and downs, their relationship was still strong. The two women were happy in their roles as mothers and council members. Tragedy had struck them multiple times with Mercy and Rumpa being taken away and Zea's death, though both women seemed to have recovered from it. The monochrome fox was happier now and it showed.



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The jackal woman’s replies were cryptic as ever. As well, they were largely lacking in familiarity. Occasionally, Avinalora would express something that hinted that she might be glad to see her old packmates, however, it was stretch to call it “glad” even then. A few small smirks here, a shallow, verbal reaction there, a nod.


It was a bit odd for Asura, who had expected a much warmer reception. It made her suspicious. Did the jackal woman think poorly of her mother because of what had happened with Midnight Shores? Skana had been the acting leader of the pack then, and her guilt and unwillingness to take Skye or Esmeralda’s position had led to her effectively scattering the Midnighters to the wind. Perhaps something had happened to Avinalora and Adrian? It had been winter when the pack had been disbanded…had Skana found the jackal woman on her trek back to Sapient to join its ranks? If so, why would she have left the monochrome woman’s side if she had been unwell?


There were so many questions Asura had and the estranged conversation being held between the Creo matriarch and their old packmate.


Perhaps it was just the initial re-breaking of ice after having not seen each other so long, because the raven-haired woman began to express a much more open and friendlier tune the further into their conversation they went.


Skana offered a chuckle in return, “Healing and helping those in need often does that.” It had been how she had come to collect Thanos, and later Bird, and then Thistle and Thorn. Aside from the lesser creatures though, the Creo mother’s talents had allowed her to gain the trust of quite a few Loners.


“Council?” Asura parroted, surprised to hear that Avinalora had risen so far in the span of a year.


“Your talents must have grown to allow you that far,” Skana commented, offering a smile once more, genuinely happy for Avinalora’s progress. She had risen further than the she-wolf had within the dark pack. Volac, a lieutenant, had been her final rank before she had deserted the kingdom ruled by a dark king.


“And, congratulations,” the Creo matriarch continued with a incline of her head, “Your husband is a very lucky Luperci.” The words were respectful, holding a hint of the warm feeling she wanted to truly express for the ex-Midnighter. Skana was still trying to figure out which Avinalora stood before her though.


“How old are they? How many kids do you have?” Asura asked, curious, her tail wagging behind her. She wondered how small they’d be given how short the crippled healer before them was.





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Optime | Day | January | Alcrest Shore

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Avinalora chuckled softly as Skana commented something that she had found true. Always the charitable one, she had a soft spot for animals, especially ones that were in need or birds. Eclipse had been around since she had left her mother, taking the cat with her. Onyx had been picked up by her adopted brother after he had been injured and had been patched up by the healer. Tyler had been injured by a branch and nursed back to health by the woman. The foxes had been adopted by the woman and rescued. The other birds the vixen took in had been fed to ensure that they stayed and offered protection.

Yes, I was promoted to the rank of Bathin not long after the sickness. The fox-tailed female nodded, hearing Asura repeat the word. She didn't think the younger one would know of Anathema's ranks, seeing as she had been born in Midnight Shores. Then, the Creo woman commented that the herbalist's skills must have grown to allow her to progress that far. The jackal didn't know if it was her skill that allowed her to advance so far up the ranks or her actions during the spring sickness or her loyalty to Anathema. The woman just nodded, not knowing what else to say. The winter wraith had learned quite a bit about healing but she mostly taught others and helped her pack.

And then the wolf woman commented on her mate. The ghostly jackal chuckled, hearing the woman think that her mate was a male. The woman remembered her time in Midnight Shores, when they had known each other. She hadn't shown much attraction to anyone so he wouldn't blame anyone for thinking she had a husband. I think I'm the lucky one to have her as my wife. The ice queen said. The birds had seemingly wandered off a few yards though the woman didn't seem to worry about it. As long as they came back to Anathema, they were fine.

Then, the girl asked about the moon-washed mother's pups. She thought of her children, both of them. They were growing every day and they were starting to show their personalities. Alvira was feisty and there was no wondering where she had gotten it from. Her brother was calmer despite his larger size. Elias and Jaketta were both fighters as well. I have four with my wife- she would spare them the knowledge of Zea and the other pup's deaths- Alvira, Winter, Jaketta, and Elias. They're almost two months old. The monochrome fox would leave them to wonder which ones were her's and which ones were her mate's.


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Bathin, it had been so long ago, Skana could not remember what the upper tiers were called besides those directly under the Angela. Atheed and Rakeeb were all that came to mind after the high ranks of the tier groups. Perhaps it was something that Princess Evangeline had helped reconstruct when she had taken the pack over from the Dark King.


The mention of the sickness though caused Skana to give a solemn nod. She had remembered Avinalora saying that a lot of Anathemans had died because of the mysterious illness. Whoever remained had probably been quite grateful of what the jackal medic had been able to do. Through her work ethic or expertise, regardless, the jackal’s promotion to the council ranks spoke highly of her.


At the correction that Avinalora’s mate was a woman, Skana’s brows furrowed. It was obvious that she did not understand how such could be. How one could have a mate of the same sex, yet have children of their own? She must be quite someone,” Skana amended quickly enough. She had no qualms with whom Avinalora had chosen for a lover, even if it did not follow the natural flow of nature. At the very least, it wasn’t her own sibling, which had been a rather common practice when the Creo matriarch had left Anathema.


“Those are pretty names,” Asura complimented, “How big are they?” She was curious to know. The only other pups she had seen had been Sybil’s fatherless one, Rusty, and he had been mostly wolf in makeup. Avinalora was so small though, and the young Creo couldn’t help but to wonder how this would reflect in her children. There was a beat before the Domus asked meekly, “…or are they your wife’s puppies?”


“Asura!” Her mother chided. No matter their origin, Skana was sure that Avinalora would see them as her own, be it by blood or adoption.


“I’ve never seen a jackal puppy before,” Asura defended herself in a harsh whisper, trying to validate her reasoning for her question.





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