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[Jacinto Lykoi]

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The Lykoi man had decided an excursion to the city would provide him with much relaxation and trinkets to take home to his little family back in AniWaya, more and more did he find himself growing more attached to Io and Jaroslaw, and especially Kuba. His son was growing strong and with time, would make a wonderful individual. His language skills were strong, and being bi-lingual--Jacinto decided his son was raised on keep intellect and was going to grow to one with much prestige. In pride, he noted: It was perfect. Berlin genes mixed with the notorious Lykoi blood, nothing went wrong there. The hybrid had taken a day to get there, a satchel filled with many goods slung over his shoulder. In was one of his favorites, marijuana. It was the heady scent that so filled the man with inspiration and creativity--Something in which came in handy when composing music, or figuring out different chords to play.

He had found what seemed like a softer neighborhood, a place where perhaps human parents would find it ideal to raise a family, perhaps grow old. The trees creeping past the sidewalks held an autumn flush, orange leaves clung to the tree as if it was their last line to life, others less fortunate to lay crumpled on the ground, only to be crunched under the feet of the tawny hybrid. He found a lawn, one that had lost its green gem-like glow from the bite of the coming cold, and sat down, bag in his lap. For a moment he sat there, fiery eyes closing in relaxation.

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[Elody Lykoi]

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Since finding herself settled into Anathema territory, the young one had decided to fill her room with more of her precious trinkets, and more and more did it feel like home. Blessed be, Anathema was a key choice, it was home most honestly. It was one of the better days to be honest, and today the Tradition-Keeper found herself with an aspiration to leave the pack for some time, on her own with Sabre. The black and white horse was close to being completely used to the young Lykoi. After all, it wasn't much of a job to carry her, she weighed so little compared to the Trader he had before. So whole-heartedly the horse obliged. Not that he had much choice. With Zayden's help, Elody was able to take him towards the City. The green-eyed youth felt brighter and full of more energy. She needed herbs and things, things to help her studies. The foot-falls from the horse became her rhythm, and more and more did she enjoy this day.

And that was rare.

With the previous confusion over Itzal and the emergence of something akin to feelings for Zayden, the Lykoi had been in limbo for days. But the sunshine, the orange and gold leaves gave her something pretty to look at. It perhaps gave her a much brighter aura, and the magic of the world was giving her some form of healing.

She reached the city, green eyes glancing down the streets, ears tall, not roving around for many sounds. There was not many at all. She seemed alone, high atop her horse, looking stellar and innocent, large green eyes wide. Usually the city was busier than this, at least to her knowledge. The thin hybrid wasn't accustomed to complete silence at all. Even with her practice of distancing herself from the faces of Anathema, she always had heard things happening. Holding tightly to Sabre's mane, the youth came up the next street. There was one individual, hard to miss. His hair was like flames, not hard to miss with a single glance. A handpaw rose to hail him, swinging herself off her horse. What he cradled in his arms interested the lithe girl, and leading Sabre by the reins, Ellie made her way to the man.

He was older than her and had a mixed-look about him. His fur was a mix of many exotic tones, at least to her eyes. His eyes matched his face, which gleaned a long ruddy stripe up his muzzle. He could have caught her studying him, so she glanced away, only to see a familiar mark. Situated on his shoulder was a star, bloody-red. She could have sworn she had seen it before. Before she could murmur a word of question about it, her mind returned to Inferni. She had met a half-sibling with the same tattoo, Helotes his name was...Her maw opened in a question, You-- She smiled, pointing to the tattoo What is that? Large ears pointed back, Elody stood wondering, standing mere feet away with Sabre.