Coming Home

Time was a funny and fickle thing. It seemed to pass by far too quickly, and though the Mendacium woman still had much to learn in her life, it felt like she was not learning it fast enough. The truth of that frustrated her, though she had decided to not dwell on such things as she made her way back to the lands she had last seen her aunt. In the end, she would always have one thing in her life: Blood. The blood of her kin, of fellow Mendacium wolves. She had visited Elysium at one point, familiarizing herself with the lands from a distance for the most part. She had briefly met with her aunt’s suitor but she barely remembered the encounter now. All she knew was he had been a dark wolf with red… a striking contrast that oddly worked well with her aunt.

Nirvana had decided that her trials of life as a loner were through. She had survived, though she had yet to find the one she was to be coupled with. That did not bother her, however. It was not a race to extend their bloodline, so long as she found the right one to do so with. Until then her body would remain a pure temple for pups to be born from at a later date. The thought of one day becoming a mother sent a shiver down her spine. Her own mother had died in childbirth, giving birth to her. Would she also perish when that time came? If so, she’d do it with as much honor as she could muster.

Coming to the edge of the lake’s territory, a lake she knew to belong to Elysium, Nirvana slowed, her red gaze narrowing thoughtfully. This was the pack her aunt held. This was where the future of their family lived. Where she too, wanted to live. Was it not part of her fate to return back to the Mendaciums in time? As all of them should? She tilted her head to the side as if considering this before she tilted her head back and called for her aunt specifically. If the man she chose to father her children showed as well then Nirvana would meet with him as well. It would do her good to see either of them, if not both.