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Gone. She who had brought him into the world. She who commanded and trimmed him to her tastes. She who gave him a reason for his existance. Kelevra, Spirit of the Earth's Blood, Heart of Volcanoes. Gone. Suddenly that day, Andras had lost his pillar, his center. He was a weapon. He was gladly a weapon. But for who would he fight for now? No longer was there anyone to suppress his feelings, his thoughts, his bloodthirst. To aim his murderous rage towards an objective. His older siblings split towards their own lives, without a shadow of a doubt in their spirits. But what life was there out there for him?

There'd been a time where his restlessness was pacified without his mother's guiding will. Where he was actually allowed to feel, to run free, to actually have fun. To face his fear. But this wasn't it. Now, he was just lost, the sickly green pelt caked with the crimson blood of countless creatures, no discrimination. Just killing. If he had eyes, there'd be a stare devoided of all emotions but confusion and misguidance, bordering insanity. No, plain insane. Without a lead, there is no purpose. Without purpose, there is no meaning.

The cool wind of the night was indifferent to the roaming killer. His paws kept on treading the land, mechanical almost, lost. It didn't matter where he was. The metallic noise announced his presence, louder and more gut wrenching than ever before. There was no life around here, none that he could take. Deep within him though, something else stirred. A memory? It had no strength to surface however, and his pace remained steady in its aimless direction.

Her immobility had granted her a few moments of invisibility. As she moved, though, the ash reverberated, showing the presence to the large, faceless male. He stopped in his tracks, confused. That was the movement of a creature. Yet, there was no life. None. It felt... familiar. Still, before the mind took hold of the body, the killing machine was already in action, uncaring for the matters of the brain. If it had been but a fraction of a second later, The long, knife like claw would have slashed open the neck of the unliving female, adding to the already existing deep gash. Something came first though, and the swift, silent movement stopped in middair, the blood soaked paw freezing right before reaching the dark fur.

Familiar. Very familiar. Soothing voice. No heartbeat.

...

Rain?

"Devin."

Andras. It sent a rush down his spine, to hear the name. His name. The true name. Memories of fun and release. Taunting. Begging. Raging against the brutal conditioning of the weapon. Maim, kill, maim some more. No name. In who's name?

His paw lowered to the ground, slowly, trembling, the jitters of a spring that could snap again without a moment's notice. The metallic voice grated through the air like nails on chalkboard. "Searching. Queen disappeared and left her weapon behind. Loose."

The ashen cloud stopped moving, stopped buzzing, stopped the infernal clatter and fell absolutely silent. Touch. No pain. Equals? They were equals? Since when? They had their time, but with Kelevra? No one is equal. But where is she? Where did she go? And the silence, the last silence. There was somethign about it, a message. It had been lost in translation, but there had been a message. Like the touch. The touch too had a message. Same, but different. Strange. If he had a jaw, it would have dropped at the feeling of her caresses. For a split second, Andras felt as if he could even see her, smell her scent. If he had a beating heart, it would have grown still in that split second. "What... is this?" He felt like he was being given a new purpose all of a sudden. A new chance. Something strange and absurdly foreign that he could not place.

He shuddered as Devin moved away, not because of the temperature difference, but the lack of contact. Andras was used to being warmer than everything else (though water still bothered him), so it didn't phase him. Oh no, far from that. What did, though, was the undead female moving away. Back. He wanted her back. Swiftly, the spring was unleashed, and his large body pounced the lioness's smaller frame, knocking her down between his paws. "You..." The gritting noise screeched to a grinding halt once again, suspended in time, waiting for the next words to be vehiculated.

"... and I."