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A bright shower of light was dancing on the fae's fur. It was as if her coat were made of hazel stars and her eyes were liquid jewels. But the most crystalized feature there were her baby blue and diamond tears, almost dry and crusted on her cheek fur. Her body had taken a huge step to beauty, at least that was what she thought, and she never guessed that being a Spirit would look like this. Still, the she-wolf did not want to die, she was not ready, especially after the long talk with Nylon. Though she was scared to go back, she wondered if her sister really could have sent back, and let her young life continue in the Sheeran Pack. After being assualted and killed by her Pack's herb healer, she was exteremely paranoid, even though all was peaceful in the Eternal realm of Twilight. It was beautiful, stars shone and there were wolves all around, and she wondered if they were here to welcome her. She was too afraid to step forward though. Too frightened by what had happened, too shocked to continue life as a spirit, too agonized by the pain she felt when she knew she was dead. Worst of all, she was suffering from depression from having to say goodbye to her family, a second time.

Yes, when she had died, her family had walked into the darkness with her, but did not walk out. Simply because they did not die themselves with the four Packs, but in a different forest far away, so their souls belonged somewhere else. So now the fae was alone, frightened, shocked, and most of all, scared and broken. Not only broken on the outside, but on the inside as well. She knew now she could never see her mate again, her family and pups again, her real Pack and home, her new Pack and home, her new friends and her old ones. No, she could never ever see any of that again. It was time to start a new life in the Realm of Eternal Twilight. And indeed it was twilight.

So now she lay on the dark ground weeping, alone and scared, where it is supposed to be a happy place of forever peace, eyes locked on the wolves scattered in the area.

"I don't want to be here. I'm not ready..."

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"Hello. You look sad. You a newcomer?"
A cheery voice echoed from behind a towering spruce tree. Moments later, a male of slightly younger age than Moonset padded forth to greet, her, tail wagging in hello. The wolf was of deep brown color, lined with cream accents. His eyes glowed a merry amber, as if his features had never known grief. "I'm Rye, a former Sheeran. You must be Moonset?" You knew my sister, Winter, briefly before you died, I believe. Rye avoided explaining his relations in the Sheerans for the sole purpose of avoiding the "oh-yeah-dead-wolves-watch-you-when-they're-bored" conversation. Newbies always freak out about that. She looks like she's in quite a state already, don't really want to scare the spiritual skin off of her...

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Moonset looked out of the corner of her eyes. There was a dark brown wolf talking to her, amber eyes glittering, and she was too upset to listen to him. Guessing that he was greeting her anyways, she lazily stood up and said, "Hello, my name is MoonsetWolf, formerly of the 'Wild Pack' and most recently from the Sheeran Pack. Oh, sorry. You probably already knew." Her recent experiences and frequent dreams of her sister had alread given her the whole idea that the Spirits watch over you. She wasn't as enthusiastic as she should be though. Because of her Pack's rituals she pretty much already knew that. They constantly talked about their own ancestors and had very close relations with them. Especially Moonset. But a queer thought interrupted her others. Did the Spirit's whom watched over the four Packs already know about her previous life in the forest? The one where she was Alphess, and had a family and mate, and how her "ex" tried to kill her and she had run away in fear? Certainly not. Right? Moonset knew she wasn't being polite though, certainly not like a lady should be, so she apologized. "I'm sorry. What was it you had said?" she said with a crooked wolfy smile.

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Rye blinked, a little taken aback. He'd been lucky -- he caught most of the aged senior wolves when they came in, and hadn't yet encountered an oncoming newbie who'd suffered a more untimely death. He tilted his head at her, tail twitching. Well, she's an odd one. Sheesh, and I thought I was weird with my little 'disintegrates into dust and blood' thingy.
"Er...nothing. I didn't say anything. Just thinking. You're that chick that like --- yeah, 'Wild Pack', not around here. You a mountainer, or beyond there? Mira's a mountainer, too....or Sparkling Ember. Maybe you'd get along with them. Ember used to be a Sheeran too. She's really really prickly, but you two'd probably be friendly. Or if you're more friendly with loners, there's a few of them around here, too. Sorry our shrink kinda resurrected himself, so he can't really...er...help you cope, but If you need to talk to somebody....er....there's wolves here."
No crap, Einstein, there's wolves here.
Well, there's rabbits, too! And Elk--
Shut up, conscience. You covered the basic material of "what to do if you suddenly see a really young dead wolf"...now what...?

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All of the names made Moonset's head spin. She didn't really want to meet a bunch of dead wolves right now. One was enough. Every now and then Moonset caught herself glancing at her neck to see if there was still a gaping hole in her throat, and well, she never really saw past her muzzle. The wolf kept talking, making her mind buzz with annoying words, and she only understood a few of them. Shut up already, Right now she wasn't in the mood for getting along. She did have several questions, though she didn't answer any of the dark borwn and cream wolf's. "Hey, just wondering, what's gonna happen to Eurasia? I hope she burns in Hellfire. I was thinking about tha--Oh, Lupus, my head hurts. Why is everything spinning?" Not knowing whether what she said was outloud or not, she shook her head to make the dizziness dissapear, but that only made things worse. Looking at her paws she was shocked with their beauty too. Was everything here supposed to be perfect? The liquid emerald in her eyes was now frozen solid and dark as shadows. They no longer glittered with life or sadness, but emotionless and hard. At this point she was near the verge of fainting, but she only stood on three feet, one paw in the air, and wobbled uneasily until the dizziness eased off a little. She looked around the clearing and took in everything she saw. It was oddly pretty, the night sky shedding its light across the ground. A rabbit skipped back a forth in the backdrop and the smell of wolves and prey waffed over her. There was a peace to this place, and her weariness fluttered to a dark hole in her heart for a moment and her worries were swept away by a tidal wave of relaxation. Finally she felt a little happier, and her eyes melted to a sparkly green again and for once, her tail actually wagged a couple times. Cocking her head puppishly, she smiled awkwardly. "This place isn't half bad..." But despite her momentary happiness, she was quite bored. What would she do in this paradise, besides hunt, sleep, and converse with dead scraps of fur? And so the exact same question came to the wolf next to her, and a few more with it.

"So, what do you do around here for a living? Did you watch me die? Were you a Sheeran? What's your name? How many wolves are here? Do you experience seasons and stuff like the earth does? Are there any neophytes and leaders here? Can you like, I dunno, haunt people on earth? Can you like become a ghost? Can you be in peoples dreams by choice? Can you....Can you visit other spirits from other places?"

They came poring out, each one wanting to be answered specifically. Especially the last one.

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At her slew of words and her initial disinterest, Rye was severly taken aback. He wrinkled his nose at the female, looking at her with a highly offended gaze. "Hm. I dunno, I just said I was Rye, a Sheeran, but don't listen to me or anything! Sheesh, is this how all wolves are now-a-days? And life is happening to Eurasia. Life will decide what will happen with her. And since you didn't notice, Hellfire kinda took a leave of abscence and wolves are dying all over the place, not just you. I was one of the first, quite frankly. And you won't be the last. You wanna live around here, maybe take a leaf from what you learned from your short time with my old pack and be a little nicer," he snapped, amber eyes narrowed. He blinked, his gaze not apologetic, but much gentler and softer than previously. "Sorry I snapped, but....there are worse killers than Eurasia running around out there right now....worse things stirring in the forest and the rest of the living realm is at stake....when you come into this realm, your existence will never be the same. All the while you've been with the Sheerans, you've missed your old life, your old pack, your old family....in time, that dissolves. This is more than just changing packs, changing boundaries....this is changing the physical form of your being and your alleigiences completely," he offered her a reassuring smile, an attempt to make up for his pent up frustrations. "I've forgotten what it feels like to be a living wolf. Don't get me wrong -- I've still felt envigorated, happy. I just...well, you'll figure it out soon enough. We're almost like....a different species. There's less sorrow, more strength, more neutrality....and, most of the time, a bit more 'in-the-know'--ness. I didn't really remember that most wolves don't know about Hellfire....my apologies, Miss."

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"No, no, please don't apologize." All the while Rye was talking she was extremely ashamed of herself. She felt pretty...selfish, in fact. There was wolves dying now, and all she cared about was whether Eurasia was dead or alive, and what went around in the Spirit World. "I'm just too, curious, I guess. Forgive me, I would have listened, if only my head would sto--Whoa..." The temples on her head would not stop throbbing, and it was spinning round and round. Everything was a blurr now, and nothing was clear. Dizzy and still apologetic, she collapsed to the floor, her paws on her head, moaning quietly. "Dear Lupus, do they have any herb healers in Eternal Twilight? Or will the spinning stop on it's own?" She wasn't kidding either. Moonset was dead serious, looking up at Rye, wondering if her gaze was even straight. The clearing was simply a smudge of color now, twirling and twirling, making her nausious. All the while she waited for it to fade off. Taking in the sights anyways, even though most of it was blurred still, she looked at Rye closely, trying to look past the swirl of color. He looked quite handsome actually, but she had no clue if it was a distortion or not. His eyes were a gold, or no, amber shade, and his fur was deep brown. The rest of his body was pretty mis-shaped, and Moonset stared up, blank and thoughtless.

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Rye shrugged his shoulders, feeling less hostile as the femme relaxed a bit. He blinked towards her as she swayed, whirled around in a vortex of swirling color and shapes. He thought back to his own arrival in the realm, trying to recall what had happened to bring him here, his first moments. He shifted through memories of those early days here, but found nothing that related to Moonset's current condition. All he had seen when he had come here was Anelie....her scent had led him here, and then seeing her had erased all sense of pain or discomfort. Of course, that probably was related to how I died....my body spontaneously expelling all blood as soon as Anelie was....or I thought she was....dead. I think it's different for every wolf. This probably has something to do with how Moonset was killed...
"There are plenty of herb healers. They all keep up with their practices, but there's not one in particular that wields and official title, kind of like the alphas, betas, and proxies. Hm...Rhain is busy, with it being the end of springtime and whatnot.....but Robin's probably around. Robin was a neophyte herb healer for the Yozorans when she died, she was one of the first to be taken by the plague. She's honed her talents and grown since then, she might be able to help you. I know where she likes to keep a den, I could take you there if you'd like?" he woofed, mood improving knowing that Moonset wasn't intentionally being offensive.

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"I would be so thankful if you would." [/i]She said casually. Her head was slowing again, but Moonset knew that the spinning would not cease right away. The twirling and whirling would continue until some wolf tended to her. Moonset though of how if she was alive right now, Eurasia would be the one to tend to her head. She wondered what the sweet smelling wolf would do. Drive a stick through her skull, or would she carefully and gingerly look for the problem, and give Moonset some sort of herb to make the spinning ease off. Sadly, Moonset was at first leaning to the first probability, but then she came to her senses and realized that the only thing the fae would think of was the second choice. Eurasia was a sweet, loving, and caring herb healer, she knew, and Moonset couldn't even remember why she'd hated her so much... Oh yeah, cuz that flea ridden loner loves the Bloodmist so much... But was that the reason she had killed Moonset? Was Moosnet here today because Eurasia had such relations with the demons? Not real relations, of course, in fact Moonset didn't even know how she had found out. There had literally been so many things stored in her head that she had forgotten half the things she knew. Maybe that was why her head was twirling so fast. As it slowed though, Moonset saw Rye standing over her, and she tried to stand up only to waver more than she had the last time. As soon as she tried walking too, the blurr of colors in her vision was faster, and it took longer to ease away. Moonset stumbled around on her feet, then stood rock still so she could focus on Rye again. The only way she knew where he was was the blur of his shining grin and his scent. A wild and crazy question came to her thoughts. "Honestly, Rye, how are you so happy? At least you seem like it. I want to be happy, too..."

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Rye raised a brow curiously at her, the fae seeming increasingly troubled by the second. "Happy? Well...I guess you didn't really hear how I died, then....a little thing I guess you could call 'spontaneous combustion'. My blood expelled itself from my body completely....I wasn't ill at all. Well, at least physically. When I came here....I was with my mate again, I was no longer a Blood Mist prisoner, and I had a better understanding of things....I didn't understand it was really my time until the time came and went....and things just are so much better with me here! It took a while, like at first I had so many questions, I had a panic attack thinking about the pack....." he paused, shrugging his broad shoulders, stating this all in a matter-of-fact tone. "It takes a few days, and sure, you're sorrowful for the life that was lost....but the Twilight Realm is heaven. Not by one wolf's definition....but by every wolf's definition. There's a place for you here, and everythings so...moldable, flexible. Either you'll find your peace shortly, or your peace will come looking for you," he woofed, smiling with a comforting gaze. "All right....to Robin's we go. Shouldn't be too far." He began padding in a southern direction, tail high and wagging slightly. It was hard and stressful to deal with seeing things that the packs didn't, but Rye was beginning to accept that the lupine ancestors were there to warn them, if only vaguely, and offer advice. Wolves have to live their own lives....we got to....every wolf should have that chance. I guess I wish I could talk to Winnie again....she needs to loosen up a bit. Everybody does. Well, at the same time, they need to be all alert and stuff...so yeah...

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Moonset smiled gratefully, a crooked smile, simply because the world spun so fast that she had no idea which way was up and which way was down. She was very intent to listne to what Rye said this time, and she knew he was right. Though her mind screamed at her to dig a whole and maybe she'll fall through the ground and land back in the Sheeran Pack, and talk to Winter and Luma and... those were pretty much the only wolves she knew there. She didn't even know Winter that well. Moonset realized waht a short time she had spent in the Sheeran Pack. When Winter came to mind though, she looked at Rye. Something about him reminded her of Winter. It was probably just imagination, maybe she was going insane, but she packed the thought in the back of her brain to come back to later. As Rye started to walk towards what must be Robin's den or something, she followed clumsily, getting use to the spinning, not even sure if she would be able to walk. It hurt to. Not just a whirl of colors, but a throbbing and echoing in her head. Hopefully Robin had some sort of herb to ease the migrane away. So, stumbling, Moosnet padded after the blur of brown and the scent of Rye.

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Rye caught Moonset's gaze, once more finding something odd about the she-wolf. She seemed to be analyzing him, observing his features carefully, as if she was trying to place them. "Er...I'm related to a living Sheeran, in case you were wondering. My sister, Winter, is a Sheeran bearer," he offered, hoping it would placate her interest. He shrugged his shoulders and carried on, speaking little as he led the way through the fresh, flowering meadows. Rhain was busy and in full-fledged springtime for sure, but it was lucky that she was so near to Feather's reign of summer. With all the stress that's been spread around lately? Feather never seems affected, she'll be able to keep a firmer hold on things.
Their path led through a small, thin copse of oak trees, birds chirruping happily and fluttering on their way overhead. Rye paused momentarily to scent the air, nose twitching, auds pricked. He looked over his shoulder to Moonset, beckoning with his tail. "Not much father now," he barked.
It was only a short ways until they came upon a small she-wolf who was sunning herself in the dappled shafts of light that shone down in between the green canopy above. Her back rested against an enormous hollow log, large enough for a wolf to stand in. At one end of the log, the gigantic ball of roots and dirt that once anchored it ito the group was suspended over a small depression in the earth. At first glance, it seemed just a rabbit hole, but as Rye padded closer, the dip took shape into part of a den entrance, the other hald expertly concealed by the log and roots. Rye turned to Robin, who blinked her ambre eyes open and smiled serenly at them.
"Hello, Rye. You must be Moonset?" She turned to Moonset, rising to her paws and shaking dirt from her rich brown pelt. Her stomach was a deep russet color, her appearence being her clear namesake. "I'm Robin. What can I do for you?"

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So Moonset had guessed correctly. It did take her by surprise when he answered her question immediately, and she wondered if Spirits could read minds. Nonsense. If they could I'd be hearing his right now.Rye was the brother of Winter, and it made her kind of sad. She missed Winter, even though she didn't really know her that well.
As Rye led her to a small den she noticed the wolf who must be Robin. Her name was definately appropriate, for her belley fur was of a russet color. It kind of freaked her out as every wolf greeted her by name before she even introduced herself, even though she knew spirits watched her every move, it surprised her how calmly she said it. There was no hesitation at all in her voice. "Erm, I have a head-ache..." She said halfheartedly. She wasn't lying, but her "head-ache" was far worse than the average head-ache. But as Moonset tried to walk forwards her stumbling and tripping probably gave her away. Her paws slipped from underneath her and she fell on her chest with a loud "OOF!". Though she gave her stumbling away, it didn't come near to showing the pain she was in now. The blood rushed through her head, throbbing painfully, and exerting a few small winces every time her heart beat. It pulsed irregularly, fast and then slow. Not only was her head hurting, but the pain started to spread everywhere, through her chest first, then her stomach. The spinning went away though, right after she had made a landing on her belly. She could clearly make out Robin's features now, and she was a very pretty wolf. Then she looked at Rye, who was pretty much the same as she had seen him first. Liquid amber eyes, dark brown fur with a cream outline. But now that the pain hurt tremendously, she was only speaking in a whine-ish whisper. "Please, make it go away." Stubbornly she put her paws on her head.

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The youthful femme flashed her eyes methodically over Moonset's distressed likeness. She thought silently to herself, eyes studious and observant of her motions, mannerisms, complaints. She dipped her head to the she-wolf, then plodded towards the fallen log. "I believe I know just the thing," she woofed softly. Her long tail protruded from the edges of the hollowed tree, swishing as she worked, pawing together a remedy of leaves and aromatics. She reappeared moments later clutching her prescription loosely in her jaws. She dropped it at Moonset's paws, smiling kindly. "That's feverfew, chamomile, and thyme. It's a calming mixture, but the feverfew is also used to treat head pains. I've had to treat new arrivals often, though their symptoms vary. Eh, it gives me something to do, at least," she murmured. "Lilly Pad will make a great herb healer for the Sheerans, though it saddens me Eurasia and Adrian both have disappointed us. The Yozorans and Destinians are in desperate need of healers, that's for sure," she sighed softly, mulling over her thoughts out louds. She shook herself, a tinkling laugh singing from her maw, "I'm sorry! I'm worrying you about things you probably have minimal concern about! You can rest here, if you'd like. There's a den of rabbit fur and moss in the log if you want to sleep." She glanced towards Rye, gaze inquisitive. "And you, Rye?"
Rye shrugged his wide shoulders. "Just showing Moonset around, I guess. Nothing wrong with me, promise."
Robin raised a brow, snorting at his comment, "nothing wrong with you? I don't think any wolf can honestly claim that one," she chuckled.

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Moonset chewed up the herbs and listened to Robin talk about the Packs' problems. "No, of course I care! I didn't know that Destinians needed an herb healer too..." She pondered. Eurasia wasn't the only one whom betrayed a Pack apparently. She snarled silently in her head at the name. Moonset noticed the medicine taking affect quickly, and stubbornly, but also to lighten the mood, she chuckled to herself. "I thought I was going to die a second time." She started to laugh harder, as all of the pain started to ease off, and she laughed even louder when Robin made her joke to Rye. This place was growing on her in a good way, and Moonset, well, liked it. Everyone she had met so far was nice, and she wanted to meet more. "No thank you, Robin, I'm fine. Not really tired. Rye can continue to show me around." Her face lit up, eyes wide and ready to look around more. Everything she had seen so far was a big blur, and she smiled as she examined the den properly. Eagerly she awaited Rye's response.