<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">(-/-/-)Lavi (-/-/-)</span></span></strong><br/><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">The Twilight Messiah</span></em><br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Location:</span></em> Border between Kiowa and Myr Territory; at the very edge of the Bojuka Bog.<br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Company:</span></em> Zuya. <br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Perimeter Sense:</span></em> N/A<br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Rank:</span></em> Outsider</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong> "Cursing both Sun and Moon, Twilight sent her one and only daughter to carry the sins of the world...</strong><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft"> (https://i.imgur.com/6KohTbGm.jpg)</div><br/>Upon the release of his name to the stagnating air of the bog,<strong>Zuya</strong>took the next dive deeper into darker, more murky waters. With a name and a scent, he had established familiarity. Meaning, to a connect, and regardless of what little value the brute held to such matters...it was all she needed to start working. The breeze suddenly resumed. The gentle, harrowing moans of the bog beckoned their warning on deaf ears. And as the muck greeted its queen with reverence, said queen had her smile shift from welcome to appreciation. "Zuya-, oh, what a handsome name. A moniker that perfectly suits you. I am called Lavi, former alpheass to The Myr of the Bojuka Bog. A pleasure to make your acquaintance." her tail began to flit back and forth with genteel sways.<br/>"Yet, rest assured, my desired admittance into Kiowa is not for protection. I tell you truly, I can take care of myself. I seek companionship in community. A wolf without a pack is a very grim way to exist. Being a survivor is a boon for its own sake, however, merely surviving is not truly living. We are social animals for a reason, dear alpha." The flicker of intelligence was dangerous in her eyes. And one paw crossed the other as-matter-of-factly. "As for plagues...the bog is no stranger to such disasters. However, rest assured, the danger has passed. I wouldn't be here before you, if it were still a danger. We'd all be dead. For the Myr's calamity, I do not speak of illness, handsome alpha. I speak of change. A change introducing itself in a generational fashion across all packs...you know of what I speak." Lavi's serene expression became a gentle one of warning; much like a mother warning her pup not to wonder too far.<br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Theme:</span></em>Lavi recounts of the other packs. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aK4JSwhdcdE)<br/><br/>Thus, with Zuya's abeyance, Lavi slowly rose to her feet and stood alongside him. She'd gesture for him to follow her along the borderline between both pack territories. Literally, walking the line. "Walk with me, if you please. The small puzzle piece I have to add to the story involves more than Myr and Kiowa." Lavi's pace and sway of the hips were regal and well-practiced in nature; like a model on a runway. The grace was uncanny, and her steps made barely a sound...as if masked by the wind. "What stance has your pack taken on the dark trait, Alpha Zuya?I tell you truly, it seems in my travels, each pack has chosen differently. And all suffered miserably as a result...<br/>To the northern borders that our packs once shared are the World Spine Mountain ranges; nigh endless chains of snowy titans lined with pine trees and saffron herbs. There are surely none of their likeness in the whole world. They tower over most clouds. And they test the metal of every living creature that chooses to call them home. This...is the home of our northern worl fpack neighbors, The Yannicherries." Lavi began.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, back at his den, Mute would suddenly sneeze before looking to the sky with a worrisome expression.<br/><br/>"White and cream wolves, all short and stout in physical build, extra thick coats, and extremely gifted jumpers. The Yannicherries were the first foreign wolf pack I'd ever met. I was very young then, barely an adult. The previous alpha, my father, had me betrothed to their beta since six months old. He too, was a very handsome warrior. However, my arrival came at a very inopportune time. The winter was very bitter that year. And the discussion upon how to handle the dark trait had come to a boiling point. The Yannicherries devout spiritual reverence to the sun steeped their traditionalism in direct opposition to the aggression that  developed in the dark trait. Only...already, half the pack were showing such signs. Then one day, the Alpha settled upon a solution: a purge. Not even exhile, but death. Upon the decree, my would-be mate led me out of the territory with the promise he'd find me someday, hehe, rather silly now I think back on it. Presumably, all of them perished. Indeed, if any survived at all, its doubtless any remained more maddened than beasts. However, that is all the hear-say I can offer. No wolf has ever been seen since in those bloodstained mountains. Least, not from the Myr-side.<br/><br/>As for our southern border, that lands yields a different story. The plains wolf pack. Large open meadows, shires, and prairies that stretch all the way to the great ocean itself. Rolling gnolls filled with sparse oak trees, a plethora of wild flowers, and countless small game. This was once home to The Fasubaba. Tawny brown and copper wolves; lean and lengthy in stature, long-legged, long-tailed, and pointy snouts. Once again, in an effort to establish alliances and connections, I was promised to a prominent Zulu wolf among their pack...sadly, a face I'd never see...in fact, I only met one wolf from that pack in physicality...the rest I saw dying from afar. This nameless omega informed me at length that their tribe had decided to exile all of their dark trait born the previous year. It cut their tribe by a third. However, those dark trait wolves found a new home with a new pack even further south...ones who took notice of their obvious sudden advantage. The exiled wolves returned at the end of said year with their new family in force...and before returning to fight in that losing battle, the omega told me that they were due to pay the price for severing their family as they did. I returned home shortly thereafter, knowing that two wolf packs were now no more. Purge...exile...and then, my pack had it's turn. My father chose..." Lavi gave pause, experiencing the sudden flashback of her willing saints tearing her parents to pieces with her permission. In fact, she neglected to mention key points of both stories on purpose.<br/><br/>How she accepted her dark trait as a blessing upon adulthood.<br/>How she manipulated, fanned the flames, and spurned the dark trait wolves among The Yannicherries to fight and kill their own brothers and sisters.<br/>How, before her meeting with the omega, she poisoned their fresh water supply after seeing foreign invading wolves making their way to The Fasubaba territory a day ahead of time...setting a weakening illness among them, before the invaders came to steal their home...and their lives away. She poisoned their watering pools with nightshade flowers.<br/><br/>"My father chose poorly...in fact, he chose to do nothing at all. He deliberated that the dark trait was a natural course in genetics that would likely fade away with maturity and genetics. He was wrong. I returned from patrol yesterday to find that all had perished. From what means or cause...I cannot say. If any did survive, surely, they must've fled. " Lavi's twisted history lesson finally came to an end, however her well-rehearsed facial expression to match the grim tale did not.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><div style="text-align: right;"><strong> ...and indeed a Messiah was sent, a great Leviathan, to cannibalize life into death. Amen.</strong></div>