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A murder of crows cawed over dense forest, cacaphonous as they circled the mix of red oak and black ash trees. Athras Eryn watched their wings beat, flocking, fluttering overhead and thought it odd. Sights such as these often signaled an easy meal for hungry luperci- likely some poor wretch on it’s last legs, or perhaps one freshly fallen. These things did not interest Athras who preferred his meals fresh, even cooked, if possible. But it was a sign, as crows — like many carrion-eaters— were messengers of Nanin. They were not sacred, exactly, for it was the way of nature to devour the dead and bring new life in turn. But it was something he was not likely to ignore.
He strode with purpose through the wild growth, ever-silent, his robe a whisper across leaf litter and verdant moss. And to his nose drifted the scents of smoke and ash. He became very still, shifting his ears forward and scenting the air. But there was no sound of fire, nor did he see smoke rising on the horizon, billowing like a black curtain of certain doom. The birds still chittered from their branches, the squirrels chattering from their hollows. And then came the plaintive cry, a familiar name, a familiar voice
His pace picked up, but no sound followed. He was a shadow among the pines, silent as a specter of a bygone age. And then, through the slightest break in the trees he saw silver hair. Her cry rang anew in his mind and this time the words remained: a plea. He stopped short of her, lingering in the shadows, his hood drawn over long dark hair. “Oh, dear child.” He whispered. “Little sprite.”
Beneath the hood the shadow’s eyes seemed to shimmer, moisture all at once pooling around their edges. He blinked it back, restoring the sharpness of their hue as he drew back the fabric. His hair flowed freely down his back long past his shoulders, it shone like black silk, gleaming in it’s half-ponytail. “He has not abandoned you.”He looked upon her gaunt face, her belly carved out by hunger, her fur dull and dirty and recognized himself moons ago. “You are home.” He said, and reached out his hands.
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The girl spun like a feral beast, poised with weapons and in a defensive crouch. Briefly he lifted a hand to draw her attention and advise caution. But she stilled, bow and knife falling from her fingers. Her hands found his and she crumpled to the ground, wracked by sobs and lost in a storm of emotion. He crouched, layering his other hand atop hers as she cried for all she had lost and all she had gained. “Shhh,” he hushed her, squeezing her fingers with his lower hand as he lifted the other to her face. There he rubbed the tears from her eye his fingers trailing down towards her chin as he tipped it up to look at him.
“You’re safe now, sweetling. I’m here.” He stroked her chin gently, “I’m here.” As her body shook he ushered her into his arms, cradling her to his chest. Athras stroked her dirty silver hair in long smooth motions until her sobbing slowed, her shuddering becoming less and less violent. “Now, deep breaths.” He encouraged, feeling the inflation of her lungs against him and the shudder that followed. “Good. A few more.” Fingers tangled in her tresses and found the back of her skull where they swirled lazily, soothingly. “I’m going to take care of you now.” He whispered, “you’ll want for nothing.”