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Where had he been? In the wake of slipping time Rinon tucked himself away, threw himself into his study. As wolves came and went, individuals passing on to some event that took place in the North; Rinon stayed. He stayed and he learned.

He had climbed one of the attainable points of the Respites jagged mountains, found himself a home among the cliffside and remained isolated from the pack for a window of time he'd since lost track of. The young man obsessed and he watched, resting only when exhaustion forced his body into slumber during the peak of the day and rising again before the sun set.

As thus he worked on little sleep, ate only when necessary and stared up at the shifting stars for hours on end. He didn't even know that his brother was gone.

Tonight would be no different. Rinon had drawn himself from the confines of the rock structure, perched himself on the same ledge and let his crimson eyes cast skyward. He'd learned much since his time up here, and was busy mapping and memorizing the constellations that came and went, the animals they were shaped after and tracking which ones showed up and when and trying to detect a meaning from them. Which he earned when he did get forced into sleep and his rest came alive with memories masked as dreams that he could take only as fact.

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It'd all come naturally, yet ever so sudden. The memories of the blonde-faced man, the scars that marred his visage. The burning ache of loneliness that had her crawling back time and time again toward the vicinity of Amaris...

How sick of her he must be.

Lips pursed. Tormenting thoughts would always plague Cvetka's mind—nothing more could be done to prevent such a thing, as though the voice in her head were autonomous. Gently murmuring deploring words that left her silent for hours, paws shuffling over land, water, anything to make her mind stop thinking. Yet, as though her brake line had been cut, it would not halt—endlessly rambling its harrowing words, leaving her bedeviled with the weight of her self-loathe.

Jestfully she'd suggested to herself, to perhaps, again fall onto the ground. Erase all memories that had bloomed yet again after colliding with this realm, and return to the state of nothing. Blank. No past to dwell upon, and only the future to concern herself with.

Truly... would that be much better? She tried not to think about her fate—after months spent desperately grappling for who she once was, what had been the reason why she ended where she was; within Fate's Respite, nearly perpetually in her solitude. This, now—as memories came rushing back one by one, her character finally rebuilding itself after being viscerally ousted by an unnamable force—was this not what she wished for? To be back to who she once was?

Was this truly ever who she once was?

Pale paws hovered over the pale form of a blooming flower—a daisy. And another, from a bush—azaleas. Each name was etched in the back of her mind, carved into an obelisk erected in her memories. She wanted to wonder why. Why did she know all of these flowers, their names, each idiosyncrasy of their appearance?—But the 'whos' and the 'whys', the 'hows' and 'wheres' were getting exhausting. Cvetka forced down the nagging intrigue, instead appreciating the sight of vibrant foliage as they returned from their winter dormancy.

She heard a rustle to her rear, and the girl raised her head towards the tall outcrops nearby.

A figure. One of a sinuous frame and deeply ebony body— yet his face a stark white.

Who was this?

Cvtka's ear's pinned back against her nape in confusion and fear, both diluted by her waxing curiosity. She hoisted herself to stand, pale nose twitching towards his sitting form.

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Cvetka Rinon

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He had survived... The storm... The loneliness... The abandonment... He had survived it all...

But where had that left him? In a cave buried deep within the stretches of the mountain with his buddy... A coyote skull that had no name yet, a simple object that brought him so much comfort in the confines of his dark home... He really needed to spruce this place up... It was starting to wear upon his mental health, the darkness, and he let out a sigh.

Glitch laid on his stomach, staring out of the mouth of his home, his skull buddy placed before him, staring back from empty holes into his own deeply purple optics. I should go... He spoke softly to the thing as he stared at the smooth, creamy, chiseled head. As if it spoke back Glitch sneered at the unnamed object and stuck his tongue out. Yeah yeah yeah... Okay okay okay... The virus murmured before rising to small paws and sneaking his way out of the darknerss and into the dusk of the day.

He wandered the unknown lands aimlessly, the only purpose and intent he had was to possibly try to branch out and meet some of his packmembers... He hadn't exactly done that yet and it probably wasn't for the best...

Blinking a few times as he emerged Glitch lowered his head and pressed forward, wandering aimlessly and following scents, some familiar and some not, just trying to find someone he could introduce himself to. Finding nothing he sighed again from onyx lips and twitched his russet lined audits to try and catch any sounds that might draw him in but really he didn't find anything...

Shoulders drooped as he let out a heavier sigh, continuing on... Thats when the winds shifted and brought the scents of two wolves to his nostrils. Perking himself up the boy felt himself start shaking from excitement, his entire body vibrating as he let out a little ruff and bounded forwards till he found something.

Soon he came into sight of a woman... She was smaller than himself and was wrapped in the softness of rosey colors with twinges of white on her outlines... But honestly he couldn't see any of the patterns along her body from the view of her behind...

Raising an eyebrow over a shining indigo child the boy cocked his head to the left as he stared upon her rump. Confusion settled over him as he debated how to approach this situation wwhen he noticed she was staring at something... But what? Following the way her head pointed he soon laid his eyes upon another wolf, high upon a mountain. The other was gazing out across the sky and Glitch fixed his expression to something more soft and contemplative, a wondering look as he wondered what the other was looking at.

He said nothing, stayed fixated in awe at the two before him, and blinked a few times trying to figure out if he should break the silence or just... Stay invisible...

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It took him longer than he would have liked to admit, to notice that other bodies encroached on his space. He had spent so long up here in near isolation that he would flinch when realization sunk into bones. Dark ears quickly pivoted back, sharp crimson pools narrowing as they sought to source of feeling that he was being watched.

The youth stared, looking into the shadows of the treeline until Nova; his companion rat scurried up and perched onto his shoulder. Rinon's eyes flickered briefly toward her, before flickering back to his alleged company. ❝ Can I help you? ❞ he would call breaking the silence, a brief pause and then; ❝ It's rude to stare you know, ❞ came the comment, not harsh ─ but certainly not pleased with the idea of what was happening here either.


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The wolfdog froze at the words, her ears tilting back to rest against her crown. A shiver ran down her spine, and a scowl rested upon her visage. Slowly, she backed away, her head hung low and her tail whisking nervously by her hocks.

Only some questionable force seemingly appeared out of nowhere—the moment she bumped into... something, she yelped, jolting in the air and landing a small length away. What was that?!

Fur of deep midnight and eyes vibrant purple. Cvetka's nose twitched, brows furrowing at the sight of this mystery-wolf. Another stranger. Was this field simply popular? Or had she gotten unlucky?

The wolfdog once again turned to the man who stood upon the precipice, and she finally let her own voice ring through the clearing. It wasn't my intention, it was not a fretful excuse—rather, it was apologetic, I couldn't tell who you were. And, now she could see why—for this was not a wolf she'd ever seen before.

Cvetka was starting to question if there was simply an infinite supply of wolves in Elysium. Somehow, when she finally thinks she'd met them all, more would appear.