There's another side that you don't know
Nura waited patiently for her twin to join her on the new continent. She did not begrudge Nowa her freedom, it seemed likely they'd be held close at hand once they reunited with their conquering brother. Still Nura found herself wandering close to the lands that she knew to belong to her family, their scent was hard to miss. Nura padded near silently among massive bones, unaware of their looming presence. There was a strange musty scent to the place, and as she moved she felt the reverence in the air, something about this place felt ancient to the oracle. Nura stopped for a moment, a familiar scent reaching her. Gold bangles jingling on her foreleg as the woman turned her path to cross with that of her sister's. Pale, sightless orbs swung uselessly across the horizon, almost making it seem she did in fact spot her sister. The oracle stopped some distance away, hearing the scrape of claws on loose dirt. Razi was digging... to what ends Nura could no know. Razi was the one weak spot in Nura's life. She could not often maintain her usual composure and neutrality in the face of her milder sister. In truth Nura was not sure where they stood. The scent that clung to her sister told the oracle that her sister had chosen to remain with the family but she still couldn't help feeling a pang of resentment, or even a wish that Razi hadn't. Their mother's death had been one of Nura's first visions, the only one that had made her truly feel about the victims of her sight. And it had been Razi that their mother had seen fit to talk to, had run away with. While her other children were brought into the fold. She wasn't sure if it was jealousy or resentment she felt. After all she had still been but a child, and she hadn't even been given the opportunity to say goodbye... no only Razi had been given that luxury. With a soft sigh, Nura finally settled herself upon her haunches. Blank gaze resting on the spot the sound had come from. "Sister." She spoke with a blankness to her tone, the emotions she had felt already starting to die within her; her face unreadable. |
| Art by Sam2015 |