[I.C.J] precious and fragile things

Of the calls that radiated up and out of the valley, Raheerah's was not among them. He chose to avoid the sentiments of the group, for despite being their protector, inherently he was not one of them. He did not share ideals of peace and gentle life. Even the warriors, who existed to guard and fight tooth and claw, did not share in his nature. Not that he knew of, anyways. He was a cruel thing. Monstrous, perpetually hungry. He found reprieve from his years imprisoned when the monk released him, and then he fell quiet once more. His hunger a mere lull. It would not awaken lest Lham escape her mortal form and, subsequently, her need for his protection.

He was not like them. And so, he did not sing with them. His light, Xi'nuata, must have gone to join them for Raheerah found himself alone. The beast lingered in his solitude, scouring the border, when another cry had joined the songs of the Vale. It was different, lone, it did not blend with the calls of his packmates. The dragon adjusted his direction and moved to meet the proprietor of the sound.

It seemed Raheerah was not the only one roused by the sound of the lone stranger. A familiar female, grey and tan with eyes much like the tropical waters, stood before the unfamiliar wolf. The oily beast drew near, raising his head and tail in unison. "Anemoneee." Came his greeting, rolling and deep as his gaze flicked to her. Then, he latched his single eye to the vision of the male. "For whaaat reeaason do yoouu siing with uusss." Raheerah drawled, coming to stand next to his packmate.


Done! @Dovev