The Silence Between
04-27-2015, 06:06 PM
She had yet to leave the east to meet back with her cousin and his protege. She'd found herself more often than not ghosting around the borders of Ebony, watching over Raisa's pups from a distance - some small intuition, a gentle touch from Freyja bidding her to wait there a while. Perhaps it was that same intuition that sent her ranging farther west this evening. She'd been stalking a rabbit when a heartbroken wail wove through the land. Alarm shot through her at the sound - Kassander Xanilov's voice - and she raced with some urgency to seek him out. Long before she could see him, the metallic tang of blood fouled her senses. Below it a familiar scent. Sigmarr's scent. Her cool gaze took in the tableau and grief lightly brushed against her. Oh, no... not Sigmarr. Her eyes closed on the pain, but opened again quickly. He'd died a good death, it seemed, and no one lived forever. "Kassander?" she voiced quietly, surprisingly gently.