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[Astarael]

The land around her was wreathed in unfamiliarity. Pulsating with the history of it's charred past, the land of Taiga had welcomed her within it's gold. Concealed within it's healing landscape, Astarael felt finally able to breath. With the chaos of her childhood home behind her, she looked towards the whole of the mainland. Though she knew her search to be in vain, she had to try. The truth of her mother was one that had remained illusive to her, far beyond her grasp. Just as she had found herself alone among the dunes of Ischia, she had crossed over the bridge independently. For the first time in her nearly two years of life, she was freed from the shackles of her father's wish for her happiness. Even if he could not understand it, she knew that she would never be happy until she found whatever answers lie beyond the confinement of the island.

Picking her way through the forgotten forest, a kinship towards the surviving trees filled her. She'd heard the stories countless times, whispered on the lips of her older siblings in their attempt to quiet her wandering spirit. The fairies had sought their justice and took out their rage upon those who reached for more than they were owed. It was a cacautionary tale and one that she did not take lightly.

There was no way of knowing if she would find what she was searching for. Either way, she was sure that she would find herself.

[Cyrus]

Comfort is what he had found in the confines of the majestic forest.  Only remanants remained of what had happened here so many years ago.  Before he had even come to draw his first breath.  Since then it has regrown and supplied few with peaceful shelter.  It was a rare sight that he would find visitors within the mists that curled beneath the canopy of pine.

His purple fur has grown thick in preparation of winter that is soon to come.  The deep shades of his mane accented his orange speckled occults.  The lighter hue of amethyst shared the same roaning of orange as his dark eyes.  There placement at the front of his skull was beneficial to a predator as him.  Searching for prey was easy, even in the shadows of the deepest parts of the forest.  His diet consisted mainly of rabbits and squirrels.  The larger prey just wasn't worth the effort.  He found even less interest in targeting the equines that wandered into the fallen kingdom.  Memories of his mother would surface and deep down he knew somehow he was linked to these hooved quadrapeds. 

Soft padded paws treaded lightly along the dried pine needles as he moved about.  Learning stealth at a young age was crucial and he finds himself having mastered it now.  Triangular ears perk forward at the sound of movement amongst the trees.  His eyes quick to locate a dark form meandering.  He slows and curls downwind.  Hiding his scent from detection so he may observe the creature longer.  

It isn't long before he observes another figure lingering alongside the ebony equine.  This form is different but not uncommonly found by him.  His mother had been such a presence growing up and somehow he feels a stronger connection to these two than with others he has found before.  

Curiousity forces him nearer.  An internal draw to find out more about these beings brings him into the shifting breaks of light.  Curling his body through the twisted trunks of redwood, he travels to come to the strangers front.  Revealing himself with a toothy grin, "Can I help you find something?" The mare seemed lost in thought upon his arrival.  Lacking to mention the spirit that was mingling about his intention are thus far innocent.

C Y R U S

The Spirit Wolf

@[Astarael] sooo he is a Brennen descendant and thought he'd poke around.  There is a spirit present though identity is unknown.  If you wish it to be someone specific for a plot purpose let me know

[Astarael]

Ischia was home to very few predatory animals. Parrots made up the bulk of the tropical paradise's inhabitants and, although abnoxiously loud, they were harmless. Despite her inexperience when dealing with such things, the young mare was confident in her abilities to defend herself. Confidently she moved through the desolated forest, weaving around half-charred trees and saplings alike. It was almost inspiring, the resilience of Taiga. One could even say it was a shame that it hadn't fallen under new leadership since its rebirth. 

Twirling just beyond the shadow beside her, a presence wafted to attention. The musky scent assaulted her senses and she halted her progress to make a study of it. She'd been warned of the predatory creatures that prowled the mainland, but this particular energy did not feel threatening towards her. Inexplicably relaxed, Astarael fixed her eyes on the slinking creature as it emerged, a toothy grin upon its muzzle. Wolf. Unafraid, she stepped towards the lavender clad figure her ears pricked forward in curiosity. His offer to assist her was almost amusing even despite the points that lined his jaw. 

Smiling, she cocked her head - the green of her eyes sparkling with interest. "Who is to say that I am in search of anything?" 

Truthfully, she could not pinpoint exactly what it was that she was searching for - only that she was on a quest. There was so much that she didnt yet understand about herself or where she came from. 

OOC: this was a phone post so please excuse any typos. Also, I'm not sure who the spirit could be. We could pretend that it's some unidentified grandparent on her mother's side.