WHAT ONCE WAS LOST . Joining

[Luciferr]

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Mirror, mirror on the wall
I'll make sure you crack and fall

snow contrasts the night like the stark line between a limnal space - what little starlight glimmers down reflects back from the blanket below, creating an eerie wonderland punctuated by the slight cold winds.

This quiet landscape is broken by a sharp crack in the sky as a star falls to earth and impacts not far outside the snowy hills - and silence descends again, unbroken well into the twilight hours, which is when the figure comes along with the sharp tang of burning ozone, the shadow of wings at its back, multitude until they fold into each other - and then seemingly vanish, hidden from view.

There’s no need to alert any unfriendly eyes just what might have landed here - or how powerful, he doesn’t desire life as a battery or a collared dog.

His lips thin at the thought, pulling at the strange red teeth like markings across a face seemingly swallowed half into shadow - he doesn’t have the luxury of hiding as a perfect feline simulacrum like mother could, sadly.

But perhaps where he landed it might not be so strange - or one could hope.

Arkyn sighs, breath puffing from his nose - he lags slightly as he walks through the snowy tundra, for all that it was a hard landing he’s lucky he didn’t break anything (or lucky for his heritage) nevertheless one does not walk perfect from a crash landing, though he’s thankful it seems he lost his pursuers.

He’s separated from everyone else though, so, there are downsides - the nephil grimaces, pausing at what seems to be a border judging by the sudden uptake in scents ahead - that and the amount point to a group nearby - shelter maybe? Well, perhaps worth a chance.

He pauses along the edge of the borders and shifts, settling his rattled bones into the snow though he barely feels the bite of the cold against him - he is naught but a five foot pale-black statue surrounded by a lake of snow.

So he waits.

//bleh rushed, tryna find my feet with the boi here.

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TAGS - NEPHIL [5ft] - CLAN - RANK

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Fur bristles along her spine at the sudden sound. She's surprised, understandably--even she wasn't prepared for the crack that resounded from the sky. Head lifting, eyes peering up at the blanket of stars, she watches as something descends, a blur against the blackness overhead. It's unusual, but she wasn't irrational, and she simply shrugged it off as some sort of shooting star or meteorite.

With the issue settled, West didn't see any use in going to investigate, not interested in such matters. She wasn't doing anything important, per say--at least not in the middle of the night--but she also didn't want to wander off in the middle of the night. It wouldn't be a great idea, especially not in her condition, which she was still cursing herself for. One stupid mistake, a simple miscalculation, and she was stuck here for longer than she would have wanted.

But when day approaches, she ventures out towards the borders, mind numb and aching for something to occupy herself with. She was never one to be still for too long, her wound be damned. Each intake of breath, however, sent a spike of pain through her ribs, but she powered through. Her paws carried her through the snow, leaving tracks in her wake. Then she catches an odd smell hanging in the air and she stops.

It doesn't take long for the canine to spot the source, or at least, what she assumed was the source. She studies him from a distance, not allowing the wariness she felt to seep into the way she carried herself. Instead she steps closer with languid confidence, nose wrinkling at the scent.

"Who are you, and what do you want?" she asks, not exactly unfriendly, but definitely off-putting in the monotonous tone it was spoken.

[Luciferr]

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Mirror, mirror on the wall
I'll make sure you crack and fall

he sits for some time well into the early hours when someone approaches and he unfreezes from his own statue like state to turn and watch the wary approach of the canine with white-red eyes - he blinks briefly before responding ”my name is Arkyn - and I’m looking for a place to stay, this place seems, peaceful” he could go for peaceful - it would make a change to stop and slow down - in his periphery the chained shadow paces, while the larger merely nods in response, red lit eyes in agreement.

He doesn’t find her tone disheartening - but then he’s long been used to the strange and the wonderful, the horrific and the monstrous - he is and has been called all those descriptors before after all.

So he merely waits for acceptance or for exile - the latter wouldn’t be a new situation.

[the shadows he mentions are figments of his imagination btw not ghosts just in case you wondered if anyone can see them aside from Arkyn]

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TAGS - NEPHIL [5ft] - CLAN - RANK

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