ORIGIN

It had been a long while since Fate had been to Canis, and yet she knew from a quick glance around that things were pretty much exactly as they had been when she'd left it the last time. She couldn't seem to hide her disappointment, which manifested itself in a long glance around and a subtle backwards twitch of her ears.

Fate had wondered to herself if the longer she spent away, the greater the probability of something... 'interesting'... taking place here. She didn't know what it was she'd been hoping for, really. a rebellion? Something monstrous emerging from beneath the bones? The maned wolf raised her muzzle skyward and sniffed the air, and was pleasantly surprised when a cocktail of scents tickled her nose, most of them fairly fresh. She kept sniffing, trying to determine how many had been here- living here, even- but found it impossible. there were too many, and although they were fairly fresh, she doubted that any of them remained in the area now.

Perhaps there was something going on after all, the fortune-teller mused, lowering her head as though in the hope of better concealing her lanky form. Her ears were pricked and listening for a sound- any sound, as she pressed deeper into the Room of Bones, finally stopping only to lap at chilled water from a shallow pool, dropping the dice she carried beside the pool with a small clacking sound.

When she raised her dripping muzzle and caught a glimpse of the number on their surface, the maned wolf paused and tilted her head.

2-2? ...How quaint.

But she quickly took the worn string in her jaws again and rose, her gaze turning towards the distant bone towers.


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Not far from where Fate wandered, out in the black ahead and to her left, a faint blue-green glow could be seen.

Upon closer inspection this would be a ring of bioluminescent mushrooms, ringing a deep, broad pit of bones. The bones were myriad: lesser and greater Gembound, large and small, thick and then, rib and leg and skull. Some still had gems stuck in their old, dry surfaces.

Above, on a stone ledge that half-overhung the pile, lay a ragged, rail-thin, fungus-matted Spotted Hyena. She was quietly watching the bones, from a distance, and though her ear flicked at the sound of falling dice, she said nothing.

The black Hallowed Caller beside her with its single red eye, however, let out a haunting call and swept down, circling high over Fate to see if the quiet "clack" had been a rat. Giggle ate rats.

Whether Fate took any notice of the pair would be up to Fate--or fate--to decide.

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ROLL THE BONES