You're here for a reason but you don't know why
3-1-3 OC

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Khyan had howled for Idalie the day he'd been dropped off at this castle, he'd settled down with his mother and Creole, his limbs ached still, his eyes were heavy, his cheek stung from the lacerations, his wounds had been touched by mother, treated as best as they could be. His tail flicked slowly, he hope Idalie had heard him, hoped she was safe, that this..chaos hadn't swept her away from him before the portals arrived.

Now, he sat there, staring at the castle walls curiously, he'd noticed a bit ago he didn't cast a shadow, as if the sun no longer saw him, did that mean Il mio sole no longer stood within these lands? Did she no longer desire his presence? he didn't understand why the sun no longer saw him, no longer allowed him a shadow.

Gde ty, Il mio sole.. (Where are you, My sun)

He worried for her, he wanted to make sure she was safe, that she held no wounds, at least no new ones from the last he saw her. His bright purple eyes sat weary and heavy, downturned slightly as he sighed, and settled himself into a lay, brown pelt standing out against the rough greys of the stone work.

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Khyan no longer casts a shadow, a BWP reward.

Where was he?

He couldn't be gone. Idalie couldn't bear to lose someone else, couldn't bear the thought of a world where Khyan did not exist. She had even forced herself to be brave enough to weather the breaking ice upon the ocean's surface to reach the mainland in order to try and find him when her search on the island turned up nil.

The journey was arduous and exhausting. Her body burned with fatigue and her paws cracked from the terrain, bloodied footprints staining the earth in her wake.

It would be worth it though, if only he would appear.

And then,

A howl.

Proof of life, painfully familiar. Idalie tried to return it with her own, but she wasn't sure she was loud enough. There was still quite some distance between them, but Idalie was determined.

The sight of him, even so far away, was recognizable. Idalie let out a dry sob as she sprinted the rest of the way to his side, careening without abandon into him, aiming to unify their two bodies into one.

You're here for a reason but you don't know why
3-1-3 OC

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Idalie was his treasure, his spark in this world once so cold she was the only warmth he could see, he could feel and didn't lose hope. When he went through that door, it had been to bring her the sun back, bring her that warmth, the summers here in Mythris he had yet to experience, even if it meant he died doing it, she could live somewhere that did not threaten to nip your ears off just from being so cold.

So when he saw that golden fur, off in the distance, he bounded, he bolted, his limbs stretching as far as they could to meet up with her, pull her into his fur, to tell her what he'd meant to say before he left, before he got wrapped up in all this. His cheek stung so painfully, as the air nipped at the torn skin.

Idalie! Il mio sole!

He called out, his voice strained with emotions he now knew the name of, thanks to Vasili and mother. He knew now what these feelings were this entire time, his heart thrummed in his chest like it might fly away, it hummed low in his ears as he skidded to a stop, allowing her to finish that distance and when he felt her collide, his paws came to wrap around her shoulders, his nose burying into her chest.

Mio sole.. Idalie, ti amo, ti amo, tanto.. Mi dispiace di essere andato via. (My sun..Idalie, I love you, I love you, so much..I am sorry i left.)

Something inside of her hurt at the sight of him, ached, but she knew it wasn't a bad kind of pain. It was the kind where what you feel for someone can't possibly be contained in your physical form and began spilling out, like cracks in a well-loved mug.

They connected and the puzzle pieces began to slot into place, as though they were precisely who and were they needed to be in that moment.

Khyan was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. The most wonderful thing she'd ever heard.

Her own language spilled from his lips and Idalie felt her chin wobble. The weight of the words themselves hardly registered over the affection pouring from her soul.

"Khy, ti adoro. Ti amo. Sono tuo, (I adore you. I love you. I am yours,)" she breathed into him, her face buried into his fur before she pulled back to study his face, wild-eyed. She was talking fast, she knew, but she couldn't help it - not when he'd disappeared and she'd been lost without him. "Stai bene? Sei ferito? Dove sei andato? (Are you okay? You're hurt? Where did you go?)"

You're here for a reason but you don't know why
3-1-3 OC

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Khyan pressed himself against her, as close as he could, basking in that warmth she brought to his chest, to his soul itself. Through many lives from before, this was the first he'd found love so young, and so..easily without worry of losing the loved one or someone else.

Slowly, as she spoke, he leaned back to look at her, shifting to slide his nose along her cheek softly, and then tucking close to her jaw, wanting to smother his own scent in hers, to make sure everyone knew he was hers forever.

Sto bene.. Sono solo alcuni graffi. E.. non sono sicuro di dove sia andato, ma penso.. che abbia a che fare con quell'isola (I'm fine.. It's just a few scratches. And.. I'm not sure where I went, but I think.. it has to do with that island)

He hummed softly, and slowly settled himself into a sit, his eyes instantly catching the red tints on her paws and he leaned, tongue swiping softly at the edges and instantly realized her paws were bloody.

Le tue zampe. Vieni qui, c'è dell'acqua, immergile, (Your paws. Come here, there's water, soak them,)

Despite not wanting to make her walk further, he knew she needed to soak those paws, he'd cracked his pads that badly once, and soaking them helped soothe the pain, perhaps he could ask mother if she knew something?

He knew something himself, he loved Idalie, loved her with his heart, soul and body, and he'd make sure she knew that every damn day of their life.

He got closer still and Idalie felt hot all over. Little tingles danced across her skin where he pressed into her and her heart pounded within the confines of her ribs. It felt so nice and so much all at once, and Idalie decided suddenly that she very much liked being in love.

She also decided, just as suddenly, that Khyan belonged to her and she to him. It had already felt that way, but now she couldn't imagine what she would do or how she would feel if Khyan ever parted from her.

"Qualcosa ti ha ferito," (Something hurt you,) she murmured, voice soft and quivering with the weight of emotion she felt. "Non va bene." (That's not fine.)

Breath catching in her throat as Khyan lowered his head to her paw, Idalie felt like her face was on fire. The gesture was so kind and tender, and for some reason made her feel like crying. Had her parents ever loved one another so?

Of course not. Their love had been showy and transactional, her mother a gift from a neighboring kingdom. There had been little care and even less affection.

Idalie wanted to hide her face. Wanted to run away somehow. But she also never wanted to be anywhere but right here.

"Non farlo - è sporco." (Don't - it's dirty,) Her cheeks were warm as she pulled her paw back, a bit overwhelmed by the gravity of what she was feeling, and more by the thought that Khyan was lowering himself so. Idalie hadn't washed her paws since she left the island! A royal should never prostrate himself so, not even for another royal.

So why did it make her heart flutter so rapidly?

She was very much eager to wash up, muddied and bloodied as she was. Idalie barely noticed the little stings in her paw pads as she followed him to the water, hesitating briefly by the edge.

"Pulirai anche tu?" (You'll clean up, too?) she asked him, waiting for Khyan to enter the water first.