Closed [Syliran Fields] Midnight Stroll -Beodan

[Nikia]

12th of Summer 516 A.V.

The Syliran Fields was a beautiful place this time of night. Midnight. Where all the creatures of the night are most active. Especially, predators searching for their prey. The stars in the black sky were scattered like paint splattered on a canvas. The tall weeds swayed from side to side, moving with the slow wind, just as the trees are in the surrounding area. The smell of Nobel and Pine filled the cool summer air like an ocean rush. It was as peaceful as it may come. As far as Nikia could see, there wasn't anything in sight. For right now anyways.

She had just arrived to the fields after leaving an empty city of Syliras. Of course, the timing of the night would leave the silent streets abandoned. Not counting the nightly patrol that roamed within the city walls. Making sure everything was in order. Looking back and thinking how Nikia left the hollow city, she sat herself down on a decent sturdy rock. The wolf over looked the moving weeds and off on the horizon with a face of wander. The ends of her white hair moved restlessly in the wind. Strands crossing her pale face in attempt of blocking her blue eyes from the view ahead. Her black shirt clung to her body, revealing her curves. She rested her hands on her pants as the bottoms hid in her boots. The lone wolf sat in thought.

Why do I feel the need of change? Nikia asked herself, thoughtfully, as if waiting for someone to answer. Then continued to question herself, Why cannot I be happy anymore? The questions of her own thoughts began to consume her, slowly. She was unsure of what to do at this point. She needed someone. Anyone. The lone wolf stood up and dusted herself off. She looked up at the night sky with such sadness in her eyes seeking answers. Her hands and fingers entwined rested on top of her head. "I need answers." Nikia told the stars. Demanded with her soft voice shaken. Then continued, "Why must you not be here, mother! I need you!" Tears began to form in her eyes making it almost impossible to see the once bright stars. There was a long pause before Nikia had spoken once more. "Everything is different now, mother. You would be proud of me.. And so would father."

A moment of silence over came the wolfs approach. She removed her hands and sat down again. This time against the rock. She brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them as she let the tears roll down her cheeks. Nikia began to focus on her environment recurrently. She took deep breaths to help her relax. She did that for a few minutes or so before she felt alright again. Now everything was just how it was when she arrived. Peaceful again.

[Beodan Clathony]

Beodan awoke with a start, sitting up from his uncomfortable position on the ground. He frowned in profound confusion. This was not where he remember being, in the middle of some field. Not to mention it was the moon that was high in the sky, not the sun. His sense of time was utterly befuddled, but if forced to guess, he would say..oh, hmm… Night? He dug the palms of his hands first into his eyes, then his temples as he was plagued with a headache. These looked like the Syrilan fields, though it was hard to tell from his position sitting among the grasses, and at this time of night. He stood, and promptly fell backwards as a wave of dizziness crashed over him. Okay, slowly this time. First hands and knees. Then a foot, followed by another. The world seemed to swim a little, but the effect appeared to be quickly subsiding.

What had happened? Had he been captured or something? Or sleepwalking? He briefly mused over whether he was more likely to sleepwalk while napping in his horse form, as he was already standing. Maybe something he ate? Like, say, using normally extracted mushrooms in a tea instead of a poultice? He grinned sheepishly to himself; it had seemed like a good idea at the time! Thank goodness he had only added a little bit, else who knows where he would have ended up. He vaguely remember chasing after some kind of giant fox, that had taken his herbs, while the moon taunted him from up on high.

Turning about, the Horse Kelvic shifted seamlessly with a light that made nearby tufts of wheat seem to glow. He raised his head, his glorious, sleek mane gently flowing in the midnight breeze. He sniffed the air, attempting to get a sense of direction, particularly the direction of his abode. Maybe the coals from his fire, or his own scent markings? Nothing but an abundance of floral, earthy aromas from the fields. Hopes trampled, he started walking towards a break in the greenery, which he assumed was the road. He could follow that until he found a landmark.

Halfway the road, a new scent invaded his nostrils, causing him to halt his progress, his back hooves digging into the soft soil. He cocked his head about, left right, up down, sniffing all the while. It was… Familiar. Aggressive, like old adrenalin mixed with chimes less old blood. The musk of a hunter, one who is used to chasing, not running and hiding. And yet, why would this predator’s scent spark such elation in the pit of his chest? The only predator that would not bite him because he was food. His favorite wolf: Nikia! He was lucky to be downwind of her, or he might never noticed her among the rocks she appeared to be hiding amongst (alas, he still could not see her). He found that he was already running towards her. For the second time in as many minutes, he dug his hooves into the earth. He stood not moving a muscle, save his ears which were poised at attention. He was a stone's throw away from the rocks, just as he heard a sob echo towards him. He could feel bitter sorrow permeating the air, and he unconsciously drooped his head, approaching at a walk in the direction of the sound. When his chocolate eyes fell upon her, she was curled up, hugging herself with tears streaking down her cheeks. He couldn’t bare to see her like this. He approached further, and nuzzled her neck before licking at the salty liquid that so plagued her.