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stand bright and thick together


When Neverland had collapsed in on itself, Asha had come out the other side of that strange black hole alone in someplace entirely unfamiliar. No Rufio, let alone anyone else that she recognized. Only the faces of so many strangers and the facades of abounding new lands. Towns and cities with walls that surrounded them and reached for the skies, that she wandered, searching. She didn't know this place, didn’t know what it was called, but she knew one thing for certain.

Without Rufio at her side, the hyena felt almost restless. She trusted nobody the way she did Rufio, the way she'd given him her loyalty. But, something was there, perhaps the same way it would blossom inside her companion, wherever it was on the world that he walked. It was a magnetic pull, a sort of otherworldly beckoning, causing her to walk almost unknowingly on a path directly toward him. How he might find his feet carrying him toward that land in the northern portion of Novus; Eluetheria Plains, mirroring her own.

She crossed over cliffs, through swamps, meadows and water, into a forest. The same as he might walk through sand covered streets and sun-bathed desert, unwittingly, without thought, toward his bonded. Something changed, when Asha took the first step out of the forest and into plains with grasses so high they brushed across her head when she walked. And Rufio, too, drawn by some invisible thread, might step into the same prairie swaying in the breeze.

Something inside her changed. It was as though the Hyena could feel him, although she couldn't see him. Was it possible that he was nearby, just outside her line of sight? Over some hill, beyond a thicket of grasses? "Rufio? she searched for him with her mind, hoping that he could hear her. Hoping that whatever the feeling was that was inside her was also inside him. Guiding him along the same unseen path that would lead them directly to each other, reuniting them.

Asha moved more quickly through the winter-dry grasses, rustling, rustling, following the feeling in her heart that told her Rufio was nearby. Could he feel it too, the strengthening of their connection now that they were almost together again? Could he hear her calling to him, reaching out for him? All she had to do was find him, or him find her. All the seconds that Asha searched, she hoped to see a streak of red and black and gold in the sea of brittle brown surrounding her.



@Rufio will be drawn by some invisible pull away from the deserts of Solterra, and into the golden sea of grass that makes up Eluetheria Plains. Should he follow his instincts and step into the plains, where the grass grows tall and thick and bends like waves in the wind, he may become aware of a voice, whispering in the back of his mind, growing louder. A voice he recognizes, that he wasn't sure he would ever hear again.

At that point, it is only a matter of finding his Bonded as she calls out to him.

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Rufio,


Rufio hated the summers in the desert.  He longed for easier days in Neverland, where the worst he had to endure was keeping the lost boys in line.  Now, his ‘home’ (if you could call Solterra such a place) was a literal hell-scape.  Gone were the swaying palm trees and the sea breezes which could calm even his own fiery temper.  In their place, there is only sand and rock, as far as the eye could see.  Some loved the desert, but Rufio did not see its beauty.  He longed for the sea, but would never admit to it, setting his teeth in a scowl and forcing his spine stiff with grit and determination.  

But hell, he was human.

He didn’t want to be in the desert today, not when the sky was bright and hot, and shade was nowhere to be seen.  Even the beetles were hiding underground now, so he decided it was time to leave.  Far from Solterra he wandered, northward toward the common lands.  While he couldn’t say what drew him there, he felt a nagging pull to come here, traversing without stopping as if he were truly on a mission.  With urgency, he makes his way to the field – a place he’d never been, though it felt a familiar place.

Strange.  Magic was always strange.

Rufio didn’t trust magic, not really.  Though he’d seen its power with his own eyes, he couldn’t be sure that those who bore it had good intentions.  In his own experience, those with power let it go to their head.  So, he would never be one to pursue such things.  Rufio didn’t have the ambition to lead or to rally others, instead focusing on simpler tasks – lounging in the sun, brawling, and tinkering with metals.

He clanged as he walked, heavy gold chains ringing against each other as they rested against his dark frame.  While it should make him warmer, there is a pleasant breeze in the field which provides welcome relief, and he breathes the air in deeply.  Rufio?  A voice rings in his mind, puzzling though familiar.  He knows better than to look for it, for this was magic, pure and simple.  Asha?  He whispers back to the voice, the question uncharacteristically gentle as he wonders if his memories were playing tricks on him or if his companion had actually found her way here.

For too long, he’d simply believed that she had perished when magic had ruined Neverland.  He’d mourned in his own way, laying a stone for her on the highest peak he’d found, musing that she would have liked the simplicity of his offering.  But now, she seems to be here – the scent of her wafting across the field as his pace quickens and his voice rings aloud to her.  "Asha?  I’m here…”  

And as the tall grasses part, she finds him – yipping quietly as she falls into place beside him, rubbing her scent over him once more.  He reaches to touch her, burying his face into the soft fur at her nape, a whisper in her mind betraying emotion that only she could hear.  I’ve missed you… I thought you were… well – nevermind that… come… let’s go home.


mischief managed.




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