Drive My Life

Darkness had settled across the lands of Elysium like a thick blanket, the top of which was covered with a sea of countless stars. It was in that darkness that Nirvana rose, her time of the day to rule. The albino woman slipped into her cape and made sure her dagger was with her. She had the intent to patrol the borders of the rock garden into the territory of firefly lake that night. With most of their family on the island at this time of night the woman did not doubt that they would be sleeping, snuggling, or even engaging in lewder activities at this hour. Part of her yearned for the latter. Someday, when the time and place was right, she would encounter her soulmate like her kin before her. She would not dare to soil the spirits of the ancients, nor compromise the name that was her birthright. She was proud to be a Mendacium, but not in a vain sense. She drew a breath, faded red gaze sweeping across the stone touched territory.

The sound of wings announced the presence of one of her companions winging down close to her. Nirvana cast a look over to the falcon, dipping her head slightly in greeting. Her companions were loyal, obedient, and she had found that treating them well yielded far better results than others who treated the other beasts as dirt. They were still servants of a sort, but they were solely hers. Treat them well, they would respond well. And should anyone else dare touch them, or any other Elysium member in her presence, Nirvana would be sure they paid for transgressions in blood. Family was everything. They had always been everything.

“Ridge,” She greeted. “You’ve news for me?” The albino woman tilted her head to the side. The bird gave a soft cry, winging back towards the air as she called down to her wolf mistress. “Your cousin walks these paths tonight! Perhaps it is time you spoke?” A suggestion, but one well meant. Nirvana closed her eyes with a smirk. Ridge had done well… she had been meaning to meet with Avacyn alone. Her cousin was the heir of the pack, busy for certain, especially with the raid that had occurred and undoubtedly training for her role as Matriarch, but speaking with more family, especially her aunt’s children was important to her.

Despite her finding her own path, her respect for Manea and the amount she treasured her aunt had never waned. Nirvana took off through the night, prowling under the starlight and the pale glow of the quarter moon. She would find Avacyn moving along throughout the garden, closer to the heart of the territory. “Unusual to see others up this time of night, cousin.” Nirvana’s words were not unkind as she approached, dipping her head respectfully to the other she wolf. “What brings you to the garden this late? Anything an extra set of paws might be able to aid in?”

"Nirvana Mendacium"