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K I T S E H
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The labyrinth offered a certain peace, it was dark, twisting tunnels weaving through the earth. Easy to get lost in, and maybe that was what she wanted right now, to be lost. To find solace in the silence and shadows that layered the walls, it was so quiet one would think they could hear the beating of their own heart echoing off the walls. She was deep within the caverns, the sound of her paws brushing against the damp sand and rock filling her eardrums. Nothing but that and her own thoughts to keep her company.

Through the darkness a small glow on the cave walls began to become visible, interest lined her face drawing closer to the source of the light. She wondered, what could survive in here? With no sunlight to feed it, and what she came to find were peculiar little mushrooms lining the walls. They were bright giving off soft glow that was enough to illuminate her face and chest. Clumped together that would allow them to give off more light rather than being individual. Kitseh sat there, studying the small things with an inquisitive look.

"How do you survive down here?" she wondered quietly, although she supposed all they needed was the moisture on the walls, not sunlight. But she didn't know much about plants.


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LunarSolstice
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Slinking through the corridors of hardened earth, a undersized pup moved quickly in some familiar tunnels. She had spent hours staring at the caves from the vantage point, of what was supposed to be her future pack's home, thoughts never leaving the horrors this place held for her. A month had past since she last was here alone, helpless, barely old enough to be free from her mother's milk and now her teeth were slowly falling out to be replaced by her permanent ones. If those sinful wolves were here again, she believed she could tear them apart with her newly grown fangs, get the revenge she felt she deserved.

This tunnel was still far from where she stayed for a while, making her sigh in frustration since her paws were starting to ache the further she carried herself but at least she knew she wasn't lost just yet. Certain scents she sniffed out for to know she was going the right direction. One wrong turn could change that if she wasn't careful but she was confident in her small steps that pulled her further and further away from any adult she knew to be a safe haven. She would not be surprised if she got a lecture from her adoptive mother or "auntie" as the other seemed to desire to be called, if she did not get back safely or before they noticed her absence. Even if her guardian spoke of caring about her, she sure didn't show it much, so in a way she didn't think they would truly care if she disappeared.

Noticing the mushrooms growing brighter the deeper she went, she never really noticed them before when she called this place home, at least never noticed how beautiful they were. Following the path they lead, she slowly came to a figure where they were starting to fade to nothingness, being engulfed by a void. Only faint hints of light and dark fur were visible from the glow, different toned eyes reflecting the light but all colors far from reality of what they would look like in daylight. She watched them stop before pursuing further, curiosity making her daft to her own choices.

How do you survive down here? They spoke, a much softer voice than the apparition like appearance they gave off to the child. "You can but death will be waiting for you to fail," a heavy Norse accent emerged only a little louder than the other. She did not know that the wolf before her was speaking of the fungus and thought she was merely talking to herself, or noticed her presence a couple yards away.


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"It only takes one wrong choice for the world to turn on you, step carefully."


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K I T S E H
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The heavy strum of a childs chilling lyrics were what pulled Kitseh from her thoughts and focus upon the plants which grew on the side of the cave walls. "You can but death will be waiting for you to fail," Kitseh blinked, slowly shifting her gaze to look back upon the small girl, she was dressed in dark colors, the faintest sign of the gold that lined her pelt could be seen through the shadows. The woman shifted slightly, giving a soft chuckle as she gazed down at the young girl. "A little dark, don't you think?" she commented, her golden audit pulling back upon her crown.

"besides," she began giving soft shake of her head. "If that's the mindset you're to have, that would apply everywhere — not just here in the caves." the woman mused thoughtfully.

"Death is always waiting for us to fail, to misstep. " she would add, her gaze shifting from the darkness of the cave above the girl down to her dark face. "but these mushrooms seem to defy the odds, all you have to do is make sure not to fail" she added with a smirk.



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Axte
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KHRONUS
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It was always so easy to return to a place of familiarity. There was no draw for exploration, no tension brought by unfamiliar surroundings, no surprises waiting in the dark. One could shed their mask and relax, soul and mind and body open and inviting to things that would never truly come. To others, a place so sacred could be considered a home. But to be a home — a true home in the very nature of the word — one needed a family. Khronus knew he had no family, and so he did not have a home. Simple, right?

However, he did frequent the same landscapes more often than others. He lingered upon the same sands, wavered between the shadows of the same trees, and twisted his way through the same underground caverns. Over and over again, as though he could not pick a single place to rest.

Over and over again, as though he could not rest until he was dead.

The pain from his wounded leg was as ripe as ever, searing and blistering and jolting through his nerves whenever he moved too much in a certain way. It was healing, yes, but the damage was too much for his aging body to repair overnight. It would take time, lots of time, and that was what drove him back underneath the land's crust. He would fester there, holed up in the dark, until he could reemerge to bring more chaos to the world above. It was a habit he had that he could not acknowledge; whenever injured, the caves suddenly became his dwelling — the only place to remove his mask.

Feminine voices came to him in the mist of slumber, little echos that tickled at his mind until he pushed his eyes to opening. Already his body ached, his head swimming with the headache that was the gash in his limb. And already his mood drowned in it, even before he went through the motions of getting back to his feet. "Quiet," he said, though he knew he'd spoken too softly to be heard. After a moment, he heard the voices return and so soared his motivation to quell them.

With a hard limp, the man moved to seek them out. His damp nostrils twitched in an effort to see that which his eyes were blind to, and before long he could discern two scents that were not soaked in cave. With the determination of a disturbed elder, he tracked them both. Before long, the soft glow of a gathering of mushrooms outlined the frames of a young woman and a pup, both of which he approached with rancor. Something of memory pricked at his nose, but he thought nothing of it. Memories took too much energy.

"You, quiet. I, sleep, or death.. me."
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LunarSolstice
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She could feel eyes on her now, trying hard to see her but likely not able to make out her appearance too well, as she could not make out the others herself. To hear a voice yet again, this time directed to her, the small canine took in a deep breath as she went into thought about the words exhausted between teeth that reflected the bluish glow. Dark? She could not tell if that was a pun of their surroundings or referring to her answer from seconds prior. Was it dark? She felt as though it was more so common sense that such a place would not be safe for anyone that did not know the best way for survival.

Before she could give an answer, ears twitched to further conversation on the topic, to her it diverged from her original meaning she intended. She stayed fairly neutral, not getting annoyed, excited or bored by the other continuing about how her comment could be applied to more than just this situation. If anything, she was alert and waiting for something to happen, perhaps a repeat of something not that long ago. Slowly she took to sitting as she listened to the amused lecture that rang off the hollow earth around her, near impossible to ignore from the vibrations tickling her whiskers and ear fur. "Y-yes. I mean more so here, than other places. It is like you are always asleep here but in great pain from little food. Time stays still. No day or night," she interrupted during the pause.

At the mention of mushrooms, she stiffened before letting out a soft giggle, realizing the other might be equally enamored by the glowing specimens. "So that’s what they are called! Mushrooms. Such a funny name," she mused, moving closer to a patch of them. They smelled of mold and stagnant water, causing the bridge of her nose to wrinkle in disgust but in a way, she enjoyed the smell. There was a medicinal scent to them that made her almost want to eat one but felt something glowing would not be wise to put in ones mouth. "They are survivors. Better than wolfs, huh big sister?" she asked, using a friendly term to address the other, since there was no name to call her yet. She could only hope she was right in deducing this was a female, she could only imagine being reprimanded if she was wrong.

Above the steady sound of breathing and the occasional shift of both female's paws, she heard weighted steps coming in their direction. Her lack of experience made her find it difficult to locate exactly where they came from, it taking a bit of time for their scent to sweep into their directions from the lack of winds. The new stranger's words seemed broken, the sentences lacking structure, chopped into key fragments. One word stood out clearly: death. The word made her cower slightly, standing up and getting in a stance to brace herself. Little did she know, this was the very beast that she longed to destroy, bringing honor back to her kin's names by spilling their blood. Unfortunately, it seemed her memory was tattered by her age at the time, not recognizing the scent. The shadows kept their appearance even more at bay than the first one she encountered

She did not wish to die but she did not flee either.


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"It only takes one wrong choice for the world to turn on you, step carefully."


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