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“When the stars call you to love the night Herself, you will come.”
Grief still smoldered in Jerrik’s heart, an icy gnawing flame that refused to die-- with those words, spoken so long ago, his fate had been carved. He walked the path of sweet, crushing darkness-- the sun trailing his beloved moon, recklessly leaving fire in his wake.
The lovers cut their path of destruction into the flesh and bones of their home, gutted the heart of their people; it was a painful duty, but the stars had called.
And he who had given Jerrik this wisdom refused to hear it. His own father, who had seemed so solid, so safe-- he was as bound to his fate as his son, in the end.
Yes, the grief still stirred and ached and festered in the deepest pits of the Golden King’s soul, but he would never apologize.

In the early morning Jerrik had come to his lover and his dearest friend, the sounds of battle at his back, and they had stolen away. All was lost in their homeland, and the spirits called to The Family to rebuild elsewhere. The endless journey, as he came to think of it, brought them through many lands. Lands of sand and sun, infinite trees, towering mountains. Lands of men and lands of beasts. He followed his love, @Majia through it all, with his brother by his side-- not a brother in blood, but a brother in spirit, @Methuselah .
Now they entered a region filled with snow, the moon leaning close to cradle the land this night. Jerrik could feel the chill wearing at his bones, sapping his energy, and he could only speculate at the exhaustion of his companions. The golden wolf set to work clearing a spot at the beckoning of his love, mounding the snow at the sides of their small nest to insulate from the icy winds.
Then we will roam until the stars’ song guides us home, my love. Jerrik rumbled, pressing next to Majia to keep her warm with his thick coat.