Long black hair, snarled and wild, tangled through with beads and grass, capped by a leather, beaked hood decorated with black and brown feathers framed an angular and imposing face. Hard blue eyes watched those around him. Kiitani, the Bird Man, with his cloak of feathers around his shoulders in a mantel of authority. There is nothing but unrest in the people now, their spirits are not at ease.<br/><br/>He understood though, his own was wild with fear. He'd watched his kindred, those who held the sky, torn apart and broken. Wings snapped and feathers burned...or wet, bloated bodies as they had drown after being unable to take wing. His soul called out in anguish and pain for his kin. His spirit called out to it's people, the Animal Nation still needed him as a mystic, to guide them and protect them from attacks that may come, spiritually and physically in this wild untamed world.<br/><br/>She watched them, with her blue eyes, softening from their hard glare as she saw a small one, crying for the death around it. Kiitani, the Bird Woman, the Mystic of the Animal Nation went to this young one and comforted him. Her long black hair, snarled and tangled through with beads and grass, that was capped by a leather, beaked hood and decorated with black and brown feathers hang into her face as she bent to him, on one knee and comforted him.<br/><br/>She was Kiitani, and she understood. She was their Mystic, no matter how she appeared, male or female, bird or human, she was Kiitani, the Bird Mystic of the Animal Nation...and even a Cataclysm of Fire and Water had not changed this. Draekin, the new Alpha of the Wolves of the Nation had put unrest to them a few nights before. She expected him to come again. There had been a challenge and his arm band had been taken, as had hers, until it was to be decided.<br/><br/>Kiitani, and many of the Nation did not know, how could the know? There were those who had heard the words, and took them to heart, those who believed hunters are hunters and prey is prey. They had left, spirits dead inside, to make something of their own. They no longer believed in the way of the Nation, and would make their own, where they were Men, not Animal People. They wore their hides and scales and feathers like Men, dressed to protect themselves from the weather. As the Nation started to rebuild itself, creating Homes by working with what was there in nature, tying branches together, and making small huts from their woven grass blankets, the Men started to build with stone and cut trees...<br/><br/>These People, who were new to being Men of the World...would learn to hunt...and would eat meat, as Hunters eat meat...no longer are they People of the Animal Nation.