Ancelin

An incoming storm in the distance heralds Athella's second awakening. Blackness, deep and thick, cloaked her. A great void of nothingness. The same as before and of little consequence.

From that draping shadow that spread across the beachside, blended seamlessly with the black sands, an entity rises. Not otherworldly or haunted. But entirely mortal and flesh bound.

Peeling herself from the coarse, dark grains, the lightning reflected in her own amber eyes, that of of a thousand journeys. A gauntlet of trials, riddled with death. Separated only by a golden ring round her neck, Athella nearly melted into the cold, black beach front. Her time here was an unknown, but already she left her mark imprinted deep in the black sands.

ancelin bearclaw frothed to consciousness with a snarling roar. in him for a moment was the rage of merrick; it jerked the young father to his feet and his eyes scoured in indigo for those of his family who might have come with him.
that span of names beginning with 'a;' of them, he discovered only athella, her feet pressed deeply into obsidian grains of cold.
ancelin came to her side, nosing into the hackles, seeing the face so like that of ameline. i'm here. you're not alone. teeth bared to the ice. but i don't know where we are.