Cuan was continuing to wander around cetus to clear her head. She felt the squish of the mud under her claws, and spotted a rock. Cuanakrys decided to sharpen her claws on it, and it turned out decently. Cuan then had a weird thought: what if she had never been born? would everyone have been different? Did she even have an impact on those surrounding her? Cuan shook off that thought, saying that she did have an impact. But the thought loomed over her.

How long had it been? Were had he gone? Who even was he anymore? These thoughts coursed through the pharaoh hound's mind as he sat in darkness, green eyes staring straight ahead at nothing. His skin lay cooling beneath his thin coat, leaving him shivering and unable to do anything to ease the sensation. He had no one... He was alone. Septiezal... Kin-Kin... He thought of those two, the ones who he'd made an impact on. The ones who made him feel better. He needed them or perhaps... others. Alone. He didn't like it one bit. With others he felt powerful and happy but alone, he only had his own thoughts. He needed more. It was this that motivated him to get to his paws and walk. He didn't know where he was going or even what he was doing. He just needed... something. It was then that he saw her, a red wolf with eyes similar to his own. He felt himself wanting to smile, but it had been so long since he'd done so. Trapped in his chrysalis for who-knew-how-long had done a number on his psyche and perhaps it showed with the slight quiver in his voice when he posed his question, "Why is it so dark? What happened?" He hated it. He hated that he sounded weak, he hated this entire situation. He needed himself back. "Speech!" 230 | notes | @Cuanakrys TABLE & CODE © RASTA 2016

"Why it is dark, I do not know. Maybe the lights will turn back on soon." Cuan replied to the voice, Seeing a silhouette of a canine, and green eyes, she then asked "I ought to introduce myself. My name is Cuanakrys, but you can shorten it as much as you like. What is your name?" An ear flicked, waiting for an answer to come over to it.

@Pharoah

The female answered him in a tone that confirmed that she also had no idea what was going on. Figured, the first person he was to interact with after cycles of inactivity had no idea what was going on either. How unlucky of him. He turned his eyes skyward, vainly searching the gloom and mist for some sort of sign but obviously receiving none. He breathed a silent sigh through his nose before returning his gaze to her at the introduction. Cuanakrys. He remembered it, logging it away in case he should ever have a need for her or to speak of her again. "Pharoah, any variation thereof is fine." He dipped his head in a gentlemanly bow, not forgetting his "manners" or the fact that he should make a good impression despite the circumstances. You never knew who a person was or could be so it was always good to get in good graces for what they might be able to do for you. "Krys, I hope it's alright if I call you that, I've been away for a while. I must admit that it troubles me that everything is so different. Answers must lie somewhere even if we don't have them ourselves surely there must be one that knows in this area or perhaps another. Do you know of any gembounds that live around here?" "Speech!" 227 | notes | @Cuanakrys TABLE & CODE © RASTA 2016

"No, not really. But the room smells familiar. I remember this smell from when i came out of my chrysalis. It's a bit mustier than before though." Cuanakrys remarked, blinking. "it's been a while since I've talked to someone when i was not in a group of gembounds. And the lights really need to turn on soon. Tell whomever turned off the lights that this... is really not funny." Cuan rambled, closing her eyes when she spoke. "Would you like to hear a story? Most gembounds say no, but I promise they're great, even for fiction!"

No. Pity. It seemed as if this was proving more and more to be a dead end. His interest was waning fast with her lack of information. For a moment his attention turned elsewhere, eyes averting to stare into the fog as he thought on his next plan of action. Where would he go? What would he do? Gather those like himself? Find an ally so that he wasn't so alone in this cavern? They all seemed valid and slowly a plan began to form in his fertile mind. His ears twitched, mind coming back into focus at the mention that someone could have turned the lights off. He looked back at her, curiosity in his gaze as he pondered over this new development. Perhaps she could be useful after all, offering up new ideas that he hadn't thought of. Foul play? Could that have been what happened here? Some young child cutting the lights to the entire cave system as some silly prank? He dismissed the idea. No child or even some adult buffoon could do this. But, he humored her idea with a flash of his old charisma. "I will be sure to do so. Such childish pranks are not welcome." There was humor in his tone, humor that he self-injected to make sure he kept coming off as friendly, just like he preferred to seem. Then, out of nowhere she wanted to tell a story. The hound tilted his head to the side. A story? Why? What benefit could it possibly hold? Nothing, absolutely nothing but a waste of his time but still he allowed a smile to color his features. "I suppose... if you can walk and talk at the same time. I think it would be in our best interest to move along from here." He didn't want to stand here and at the very least a story would provide him something amusing to listen to while he searched for others in the swamp. "Let's here this story, Krys." He spoke as he turned, tilting his head as an indication for her to come along with him. She would talk and he would listen while he looked for answers. "Speech!" 364 | notes | @Cuanakrys TABLE & CODE © RASTA 2016

Cuan nodded, and began to walk alongside pharaoh, and said "This one is a theory, that maybe the reason that the lights are off might not be a joke like I thought at first. some other stuff has been showing up too, and I don't think a water gembound could have flooded a few icy tunnels AND shut off the lights. What if something... simply has stopped working? That would make sense. " Cuanakrys said, just padding alongside Pharaoh, trying to explain multiple different ways that these kinds of things would happen, but only the one about 'some extremely powerful gembound ramming into and breaking a generator' seemed to make sense. "And now for a different one... There was a void, with only..." Cuan rambled again, making no sense and any gembound with logic in the vicinity want to yell at her to JUST. SHUT. UP.

@Pharaoh

((OOC: I feel bad for Pharaoh now. Although he's probably going to yell at her to shut up then leave her behind XP

One ear tilted in her direction to show that he was "listening" but really he only had a small percentage of his mind on her as he wandered with the wolf abreast of him. At first it seemed like she was rambling but then she mentioned something just stopping working. Hmm... That was definitely plausible... but what exactly could have just "stopped working". The lights? How would they ever fix that. Perhaps they should just get used to wandering about in the dark. "Mmhmm..." He mumbled out to show that he was listening "intently" when really he was only humoring her and allowing her along so that he wouldn't have to walk alone. Even if his company was rambling it was still better than wandering in the dark mist alone. For a while he was able to dull her talking to a buzz in the back of his mind until he reached a point where he had to stop and he lifted up a paw for his company to do so as well. His nose lowered to the ground as he began to sniff about. "Speech!" 185 | notes | @Cuanakrys TABLE & CODE © RASTA 2016

"and then they all died, and where reviv-" Cuan was cut off by Pharoh's 'stop' signal. She noticed the sniffing, and sniffed the ground as well. Earthy and wet, as usual. She decided to practice the whisper spell again, just for practice, aimed at a tree, and there was a garbled whisper, loud and unclear, although it was just being made from the sound of someone saying "Oi you!" that had been made into... a garbled whisper. it sounded quite creepy.

@Pharoah

He could smell it here. The scent of rabbit, he knew that if he followed it perhaps he could net himself a meal. Maybe-- He heard the sound of a garbled whisper from somewhere off to the side, it was a spell he knew and he turned to his company, eyes narrowing in a glare as his usual control slipped. "Quiet yourself!" His hissed, ears pinning momentarily before he regained his composure and put on a winning smile. When he spoke again it was as sweet as a purr, as if he hadn't lost his cool at all. "You might scare away the rabbits. I don't know if you're hungry or not but I am, dear Krys." A plan was outlining in his mind and along with getting himself a meal he planned on performing a little magic trick as well. "Speech!" 141 | notes | @Cuanakrys TABLE & CODE © RASTA 2016