NOTHING BESIDE REMAINS — Sur'na. Aurum had not been around for their initial joining, far too caught up in allowing his wounds time to heal. During that period of his life, the lion had not even been leaving his home, hesitant to move and tear open old and deep scratches that had finally begun to mend themselves. Nowadays, he was once again injured, but not to such a serious extent. His injuries from the raid were relatively minor, their inadequate and pathetic numbers unable to get many attacks off before they were forced to flee.

The angel had been out, checking over every last corner of the territory to make sure that there was no trace of the Wanderers left, when he came across Sur'na. It was strange, to see such a child sitting alone, just taking everything in. It caused worry in Aurum, considering the bits of carnage that lingered around them. As he grew close, the former proxy spoke softly, "Hello there. I don't believe we've properly met. I'm Aurum... what is it that you're doing out here, little one?" The male desperately wanted to get them away from the faint scent of blood that still clung to the air. It was a stark reminder of what had gone on, and one that he hoped to leave behind. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.

Battles were battles. To the war torn king cheetah they were something that should be remembered for the sake of those that had not been able to return. For the mistakes that had been made to allow for an event to even take place. She was sure that someone would agree with her stance. Perhaps. But these days the carnage and blood did not phase her as much as it should have. Her heated form was there, watching from the shadows of trees. The glow of her figure easily noticed as she was not able to control what this was doing to her. It was something foreign and she hated the whispers she picked up at night. The taunting. Shaking her head she took a deep breath in and decided to approach. Nothing she wore today no paint or skulls. No beads to make her approach even ore noticable. She was stark naked in her figure and she head lifted up a bit.

Her eyes slipped to Aurum and the wondered about approaching him on her troubles. But her jaws did not move and instead she looked to the kitten. She too wondered why the child was there. "Um...her name is Elsweyr. She appreciates meeting her this day." It was all that she could manage right now as she slowly sat down, voice worn but gentle nonetheless.

NOTHING BESIDE REMAINS — Anxiety. It spread and tickled beneath Aurum's fur, his one eyed gaze taking in the temporary apprehension that spread through Sur'na. He felt a frown curl on his muzzle as soon as he saw the fur along their spine raise, not wanting to elicit such a reaction in the child. He hadn't meant to startle them, instead just wanting a chance to introduce himself to someone unfamiliar. Perhaps he should have made his approach more obvious, evidently. However, that was becoming difficult these days. He had become used to walking on eggshells, trying to avoid the prying gazes of the Wanderers. The lion desperately needed to remember that this was his home once again, and no longer were they under Stryker's wrongfully brought about rule. Just the reassurance in his mind caused him to sigh and relax, stepping back a little from Sur'na to allow them space to breathe. While he hadn't meant to scare the kitten, he didn't want to make things worse by encroaching further on their personal space. Wordlessly, he brushed his tail against Elsweyr, as if asking her to do the same.

Sur'na's voice was so small that Aurum nearly didn't hear her, but his pricked up ears helped out, causing him to rumble softly, "Sur'na... that's a very nice name you've got there." He would have to remember it, and silently add it to the ever-growing list of others he had to watch over during this difficult time. Her following words caused the angel to pause, a brief look of confusion spreading over his face. She sounded so wise, much older and more experienced than her appearance may have implied. Was she like him, some sort of divine beast that had been around for far longer than they knew? He wasn't sure, but he still found himself lowering his head, saying in a relaxed tone, "That's good to know... this place deserves a chance to rest, especially after all it has been through." They weren't out of the woods yet, considering Stryker was still out there, and they were still left without a leader, but they could figure those things out. For now, it was just a relief to have their home back, bloodied as it was. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.