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Mugiri's eyes flicked open. He moaned lowly, as his stiff body unfolded from its sleeping position in the sepulcher that Mugiri called home. He sat up, his arms spreading with some effort. He looked around the dimly lit cave, once a grave, and smiled. The must of his home had become accustomed to his nostrils. Mugiri stood and stretched, his wings also moving with purpose. He seemed stained now, black streaks of flesh staining much of his appearance, his face the most apparent place affected. His pale complexion was cut in half, his left eye normal, but the right socket was filled with a blue jewel, hidden by black lids and an eye patch. His clothes were dusty, torn, and well-used. The smell of the morning attracted Mugiri from the grave out to the bright morning. He tilted his head, stretching his neck, and sat down for his morning meditation. The view of his master's citadel only helped his troubled heart. The opening of his crypt was one in dozens in a small cemetary on the edge of the Citadel, safely within it's dome, closely sided by industrial-sized buildings.

Mugiri's unstable energy level was now controlled to a point- mainly because of this habit of meditation. He could probably be easily sensed, as his energy was checked and balanced internally. Around him, a breeze stirred slightly, a cause of his meditation. The small haven of cemetery was truly a gem in the tall hell of the Citadel. One of few Mugiri had discovered at least.

Mastema was glad that Nana was able to accept his gift graciously. Perhaps part of the reason he picked it out was to see this kind of bashful reaction. Walking up to his wife again, he hugged her lightly from the front and shut his eyes. "Well, I believe I know what I want to say. Happy anniversary, dear."

The next time Mastema's eyes opened, he would take note of the small cobweb on Nana's wings, raising a brow. There were very few spiders or any other animal of the sort in the tower, much less in the main bedroom. Mastema had a feeling she probably picked it up somewhere else. With a simple glide of his hand, the cobweb was destroyed, and Nana would likely only take it as a stroke on her wing. "And I hope to give you much more than anything a physical gift can offer." The statement would conclude with Mastema planting an affectionate kiss on Nana's neck.

Mugiri awakened from his meditative state, and began to prowl the streets of the Citadel. Many of the shops within had been stocked before they had been deserted, so food was readily available for Mugiri. He was unsatisfied with his status as a rat in Mastema's kingdom to say the least, but it seemed he repaid loyalty to his subjects, so Mugiri not once complained to his master. Besides, he had many subjects to study. All of the wariors he saw enter and leave the Citadel seemed interesting, but most of all Mastema's children intrigued him. He would sometimes wait along known routes of theirs and study them from the shadows. Today, though, he had no such intention. He had, however, wandered into a route of theirs unintentionally.

Mugiri, now full with dried goods, wandered in a sector far-off from his home. There were many alleys in this district. It seemed in reasonably good condition. He was surrounded by silence, feeling a slight rise in temperature as he passed an alleyway. He paused, and looked into the shadowy depths. He felt an obscured energy, and traveled down the alley. He proceeded carefully, his right hand on his katana.

Mugiri looked over his shoulder, seeing the snow begin to fall. He turned back, and hunkered down in the small alley, deciding not to move until he knew what this thing was he felt. After a few moments, he felt the chill of the weather, and snapped his fingers, a spark igniting a piece of cloth he held in his other hand, illuminating the alley. Mugiri looked around, only seeing shadows. He questioned what he felt now, cocking an eyebrow.

((Edited))

From being nearly completely disabed, Nana's heartbeat had returned to normal, but not after some good hard work. When her aura blanketed the two, Mastema quietly accepted the affectionate gesture, as it were. His own aura started to creep out, weaving into hers. After a few moments of letting himself be hugged, Mastema turned and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. It was up to Nana if she did the same.