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[Acacia]

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Her ears pricked up, listening to the howling of the wind outside her window. Snow battered the glass panes with a relentless fervor and somewhere in the distance a soft, keeling howl pierced through the torrent of the winter storm.

"How fitting.. " she muttered to herself, sliding gracefully from beneath the blankets until her bare feet met the cool hardwood floor. Crossing the room she rested her head against the pane, feeling the chill of the night upon her skin. Outside the City of Stonegate was dark, silent, and almost foreboding yet it lacked any menace to make her feel uncomfortable. Tilting her head back she looked up, pale blue eyes searching the sky for any glimpse of moonlight rays. It was there, somewhere, amidst the clouds.. it pulled on her heart like a pupeteer's strings.

"Gaia, why have you brought me here?" she spoke louder this time, in vain, for the Great Mother would answer when she pleased.

Acacia had been traveling through the Deep Umbra, the realm of spiritual energy. The Umbra was her true home, it offered a sense of belonging and helped to restore the energy that the mortal realm taxed upon her very soul. Perhaps she had been tired and perhaps it had been the guiding hand of the Mother herself... she was not entirely sure. Then there was nothing but the darkness, overwhelming and enveloping her until she awoke in her most natural form in the woods outside the City of Zento. Yet, it was not her home.

The sites were all familiar, yes, but what had once been now was no more. Creeping silently through the streets, passing amongst the shadows with the frantic fervor of terror down her spine she had managed to steal some clothes to cover her nude form. They were not much but better than being spotted naked by some human. The rest was a blur to her memory until she ventured to Luna, the City of Paladins. She smelled the boy before he ever came close but chose patience over any brash decisions.

Then Kaylor... a haunting voice from her past she had not ever expected to hear once more. He had led her to this city and blindly she trusted him, without any doubts or hesitation as to his intent. When he finally revealed his face it brought forth from the deepest layer of her heart that familiar stir she had always felt when he was near, ever since the day their eyes first met.

"Is this why you have brought me here Mother?"

She had no wish to disturb the peace that Kaylor had finally seemed to have attained. He seemed less burdened, less troubled.. she was not going to destroy that.

Flaring her nostrils out she breathed in the deep heady scent of wolf, pack brethren. Something she had always desired yet had never been able to attain, it was like a balm upon her spirit and a knife at the same time. A pack, a home.. perhaps that is why the Gaia had brought her here. Yet, there was also corruption amongst its rank. Were not the undead tainted? They were servants of the Wyrm, the very reason for her existence.. to fight that which helped to destroy the world she cherished.

Her mind reeled as she swayed unsteadily upon her bare feet, it was almost too much to bear. Sliding beneath the blankets she drifted off to sleep for tomorrow she would begin the path to purpose.