<span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">(Read the prequel to this RP: <!-- l --><a class="postlink-local" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=81&amp;t=8231&amp;start=260">viewtopic.php?f=81&amp;t=8231&amp;start=260</a><!-- l --> and delve yourselves into the world of the Warren before reading on from this point!)</span><br/></span><br/><br/>The Warren winter was harsh and the fallout from the private war Raschen and his new clan had raged on convention; on tradition and caste was severe. There was an interspecial nation poised to descend upon them should they find their way across the molten lakes and fiery cliffs created in Raschen's rage during their escape. There was an ever-present apprehension of what would befall them come the spring months. They had settled in silence and peace in the caverns of the western mountains. In the time they spent together, gathered in the safety provided in numbers and magicks, their clan had grown.<br/><br/>Tristan and Larkin, the crossbred twins of Kuguar Raschen, former sheriff of the Warren Wastes and Hume Taryn, former elite of the Hume talents, had grown as the fields of wheat in the western plains. Side by side, hand in hand they had grown beneath the watchful and wise eyes of their parents. The Kuguar blood in them was the fertilizer to their sprouting limbs. Their father's kind were swift in their growth, despite their extended lifetimes. After the short months of the Warren winter, they stood as the Hume toddler might of 5 years. Speech and dexterity came swiftly the children of military parents. Their minds were the greatest of sponges, soaking in the pools of wisdom available to them in the company of their elder clan members, as young in their years as the "elders" may be. They were curious of their world and surroundings and never afraid to ask of any subject that gave them interest. Yet in all the time they had been observed in their quickened development, their "talents", as Taryn knew them , or "magicks" ,as Raschen knew them ,had not revealed themselves. The only strange phenomenon the twins had shown was their intense connection to one another. They were as a hive mind, learning what the other has learned even apart which only cemented the speed of their mental growth. This connection came with an even more intense drawback.<br/><br/>They not only shared their minds, but their flesh. This was learned mere days following their birth when Raschen, in his inexperience with little ones, grazed Larkin's leg in his inept holding technique. Almost instantly, her brother began to cry out. When Taryn came to his aid, she found his leg bleeding from an identical location and an uncanny wound. This was an incredible development but Raschen, having gained his wisdom beneath a priestess, was sure this not the individual Magicks the pair possessed. He knew as well, even in all of their identical intricacies that the twins were not reflections of each other and would develop differently. Whether those abilities would compliment their "spirit chain" as it had come to be titled, was yet to be seen. With the last of the ice melted away, the pair was first to rise. Tristan, always the energetic, pawed at his sister's side. They had never been able to sleep apart, a trait Taryn had begun to hope was a phase. His fiery red stripes of fur framing his more or less human flesh showed fiercely in the morning sun of the new spring day. His long feline ears laid back in frustration when his sister Larkin, always swift to lethargy and sleep did not respond to his prods. He rolled his emerald eyes and pricked his own side with a claw tip, making his sister leap awake with a pained mewl. He giggled, grasping her dusty paw in his.<br/><br/>"It's here! Its here! We get to leave today" He mewed happily to her, the news of which helped to awaken Lark  and excite her alongside him. They sprinted to the mouth of the cave and into the warm sunlight, purring at the lovely feeling they had not had the pleasure of knowing in their short years.<br/><br/>They were not alone however, numerous tiny pitter patters and thumps of young paws filled the tall ears of the twins, only bringing a grin to Larkin's lips, revealing the pointed feline teeth beneath Hume-like lips.<br/><br/>"The bunnies are up!" She mewled, followed by a happy giggle as a horde of young Hase was upon them, leaping onto them and around them, tackling the pair into the crisp new grass that hugged the hillside, the sextuplets all crying out in unison "SPRING!!!!"<br/><br/>The sun was rising high on a new season; a new year; a new adventure.