Cerulean Cape silver-spun and scintillating

Something had told him; something in him knew that he was to seek out his ink-cloaked twin on the night of the orange moon. There was a singing in his soul that had led him across the twisting valley and through perilous terrain in order to reach where his sweet Seelie would be. Catori had asked him if he had found her, but he had provided her with a sad response. Try as he might, Amoxtli had not happened upon the scent of the dark-furred female, and it had broken a part of him to be so far from her. Still, the night of the moon was a night of celebration, and the Tervuren knew that his sister would not sit by beneath such a beautiful display of light and power. So, he had made his way to the ocean and it was there that he had hoped to see his beautiful twin once more.

When he had arrived, it seemed that there was quite a commotion with the natives. Fearful of the loud noises and the strange faces, Oxtli tried his best to steer clear of most of them. He could hear some claiming to be Corten, though he did not believe it to be true. It had appeared that a grey-furred brute had made the remark, and Amoxtli had cast him a curious glance in hopes of recognition but found that he had never seen the creature before in his life. Perhaps he was a later Corten and did not belong to the immediate family; still, as interested as he was, the Tervuren was not sure that he could muster the wild noise that was being made by the party. There was a brief flash of regret on his youthful face before he latched his gaze on a figure in the water – her fur was dark as the night sky.

No words were necessary. Amoxtli's limbs carried him past the group of strangers and wild wolves. He raced through sand, kicking it up behind him and spraying those around the wolfdog with a complete lack of care. All that he could see was her. His heart thrummed so wickedly inside of his chest that he wished he could pry his rib-cage open to set it free. The closer that he grew to her, the more he doubted she was actually there, until he could taste her scent on the wind and his mouth opened to release a whispered cry that exited his mouth in the form of a strangled gasp. He could not contain himself; he needed to feel her.

Without warning, the limber-legged boy leaped through the air and struck against her with his chest, sending them both toppling into the sea. Amoxtli had needed to feel her body against his own; he had needed to know that he wasn't dreaming of her shape. Water washed over his frame and the hound shuddered against the cool touch. A sharp stinging in his eyes let him know that he was very much alive and had toppled himself into the ocean water. For this, he was grateful. At least he knew that he was not in a dream. While he had conjured such fantasies before, this was all too real. The waves bit against his flesh and he shivered. Still, he did not care that they would flounder for a moment. He cared only that he had – at long last – found his beautiful sister.