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Azura understood pain like she knew Glowstar. Her connection was deep, oftentimes without explanation, but she did not need it. It existed. She felt it. The deep burning sensation in her soul to change and become better because of the connection. It always taught her something, and, more often than not, she never liked that something. After some self reflection, its parts revealed a side to her the she didn't know she had. Parts she had repressed for survival or ignored. This puzzled the Initiate now more than ever. It had been a few weeks since her encounter with the Huntress. Most of her physical wounds had been steadily improving with the most superficial having already disappeared. Three wounds refused to heal properly. The first, the scar on her neck. She expected that one. The second, one right across her right eye, and the third, the Huntress's mark on her hind leg: a square with a teardrop in it.
That one terrified her. During these weeks, her mental state had remained the same as the day after the injury. Why was she here? Why didn't some god pull her from life when she had accepted her death? It seemed like a cruel joke. Unfortunately, she knew someone in the Clan who could comprehend her pain. She heard Bloodyrondo lost his mate and the kits she carried not too long ago. Since then the Initiate hardly saw the tom around the camp. When she saw him, he looked lost in... everything. Like her. He wore the same mask with different paint: one of misery, loss, and despair.
Her flight risk and injuries largely confined to the camp, but this unfortunate situation also presented her with a unique opportunity. The one cat, other than the her stalker, who looked for her ever kept an eye out any more. Her path home never looked clearer. In the stillness of the night Azura slipped from the medicine den and to the tunnels out of camp. She followed the strongest scents to find the correct path, but she still ran into walls here and there, creating her telltale path of blood behind her. It didn't matter. Home lay just beyond... one of the horizons.
(Jadie I was planning for Azura to run into Bloody outside mourning, but if you have a different take please go for it!)
Most SunClan cats generally avoided the moonlight: Letting the Moon Goddess illuminate ones path was a spiritual disrespect to the Sun God. Of course, it wasn't practical. There were still guards, patrols and, like in Bloodyrondo's case, the occasional wandering soul. Bloodyrondo was not sleeping well. Everywhere in his den he saw her. Tufts of her cotton white fur were practically weaved into his nest. Gifts he had given her - a rabbit pelt, a dried out blue rose, a feather from DayClan - decorated the den. Her scent was unavoidable. It brought him comfort and broke his heart every time. He knew he should clean it out and start fresh. But he couldn't. It was a betrayal to her memory. So, he stayed away, and presently found himself walking in circles around the exterior of camp.
"Azura...?" That was the last cat he expected to see; while she had survived her terrible wounds, she still wasn't exactly mobile. The deepest ones had no totally closed up and the healing process required her to be more or less bed-bound for at least a few more days. He approached her with hesitation, happy that she seemed to be doing better but knowing in his gut that it wasn't so simple. She still looked terrible. He frowned, "What... what are you doing out here? You need to be careful; you could reopen your wounds..."
His concern was genuine but he was distant. He truly did care about Azura but it was hard to help someone when your own heart was in pieces.
She stopped in her tracks and cursed under her breath. Layer after layer of his scent periodically added, the air was thick with the tom's scent. Why did he decide to do this? It didn't make sense. If she were grieving like him, she'd either get as far from the camp as possible, or stay in her nest to absorb what remained of her mate's scent. But walk around the edge of the camp? She didn't understand, but she didn't need to. Grief filled her life more than once. If festered, the strongest logic eroded into the wind in grief's presence.
She flexed her claws into the earth at her paws. If she told him that he caught her, then what? Azura knew what spiraling looked like, and Bloodyrondo walked the line if he wasn't already there. He might feel better, maybe worse. Neither worked for her. She never wanted to hurt him directly, only take advantage of an unfortunate situation. No one would be harmed. With this. he'd be implicated somehow. Azura never told Littlestar how they knew each other, but Bloody could have. She didn't want to ruin his life.
Azura stumbled away as the tom approached. She could feel her injuries oozing blood as she walked. It was the last thing he needed to see. "I'm fine. I just need some air. Like, fresh air. Not crowded in some camp."
"Azura." Earlier he had sounded surprised, but now he was stern, "You're bleeding. We'll need to clean out those wounds and readdress them now; if not, you may develop an infection, which, for the record, has killed stronger cats with shallower wounds." It was the best way to cope, you know, distract yourself with something else. Now that Azura was around, Bloodyrondo's healer instincts kicked in and he welcomed the change in his mindset. Despair to concern. It was an upgrade, truly.
"How about, instead of going back to my den, we go to the ceremony springs? You've probably never been there, but it's where SunClan grows the majority of our herbs. The land is blessed with fertility through the Sun God's influence. Despite our arid climate, herbs thrive. It still has nothing on DayClan, but it is a peaceful place with a pleasant aroma. And it's not far." It was also, coincidentally, in the opposite direction Azura had been going.
She knew all about covering up pain. Azura had done it herself countless times, so she was fluent in the language. She worked herself to death and trained, and Bloodyrondo didn't seem to different from her. He would work and work and work until the pain went away, or until he found something else to fixate on. Bloodyrondo would never confront it, just as Azura never did without Glowstar's help. She knew how pain festered in open wounds. Clearly, Bloodyrondo was letting his wounds rot and leaving the clan to smell the stench.
The she-cat shook her head. "No, it's fine." She had never heard of the ceremony springs before, but she didn't know where anything was. She hardly talked to anyone in SunClan, let alone traveled around the territory. The place could be anywhere. "I've survived worse with less care." It wasn't a lie, and she didn't want to go anywhere that was blessed by the Sun God. She'd probably get torched walking into the place. "I've heard a little bit about Boneyard. Why don't you show to that place instead?" No place like the Boneyard could be blessed by any deity.
"I hate that you won't accept more medical care... you know I would never hurt you." Bloodyrondo sighed, glancing in the direction of the bone yard. An odd place. He had not spent very much time since his apprentice days. There was no prey to be found and he was too big to slide down most of the bones. But it was easy to forget that Azura was new to SunClan and didn't know all of the territory. An old sight to him would be a marvel to her and he found himself excited to show this part of the territory to her, "But alright, I'll show you the bone yard, so long as you promise to let me readdress your wounds once we get back to camp."
"I hate that you won't accept more medical care... you know I would never hurt you."
She almost vomited when he said that. Anger not unlike what she experienced in her first few days burned in her eyes for a brief moment. He hurt her by bringing her here. More than that, he took her from everything she knew and devalued her own ideals. Worst of all, he'd never take responsibility for it. "Pfft. You've already hurt me, but go ahead, try to tell yourself something else." Azura knew he would say that it was the Sun God's will or something like that, but she had to put it out there. She followed his gaze off towards the boneyard. She couldn't see it, but she could tell that the vegetation was rapidly thinning over there. "Sure thing, show me where I'm gonna be buried once I fail initiation."
"Azura... don't talk like that," It pained him, it really did, to see Azura suffering so much when she should be jovial. SunClan was an amazing place to be and he just knew she belonged here, felt it all the way to the bottom of his heart, "I have no doubt that you will pass initiation. The Sun God brought you to me and I to you more times than I can count. Being here is your fate, I just wish you would stop fighting it so much. If you would just let down your guard you would love it here." In other words, exactly what she was expecting to hear, but there was heart in what he was saying, he meant it.
A massive ribcage was in view now. From the inside looking out, it would look just like a prison fit for monsters, so, big enough to fit a few Senescences. There were smaller bones laying around here and there but this one drew the eye and was the crown jewel of the bone yard. t the end of the rows of bone skull poked out of the sand, a single tooth on it bigger than Bloodyrondo's entire body, "If the Sun God can defeat something like this, then he is the only ally you and I will ever need." He mused, tracing his paw along the fang, wondering what it looked like it life, "Once he's back, that is..."
Everything he said just fueled her anger. What was he thinking? Why would she let her guard down in an unfamiliar place with no friendly faces? She never stopped fighting. In Absum Lux, her existence was a struggle. In DayClan, her struggle became more about finding herself, but she never stopped changing. She actually had a few encounters with a SunClan apprentice in her youth, and almost left DayClan to be with him. In SunClan, her fight returned to its first state. The Clan didn't want her, as she was now, to exist. That wasn't going to change. She stayed silent a let it suffocate the air as they walked to the boneyard.
The boneyard was quite the place. She had seen decrepit areas before. The city was decaying and full of them, but this was a different type. Seeing the bones of these massive creatures was a sight to behold. "If the Sun God, could do something like this, then imagine what he could do to either of us." He could reduce them to ash before they even realized they were in his presence. "You mean if he returns. This kit could have been born across the desert, and good riddance to that."
