& NOW I SING, FOR EVERYTHING THAT I'VE LOST
The Phoenix child grew in the months of silence that shrouded Nightingale. He was an adult now, ready to be placed in rankings. He grew to enjoy fighting, training in his spare time with any he could. For some time he trained with Cato, but then he disappeared. Something was off, as many of the pack began to slowly fade into nothingness. What was the meaning of it all? How would Nightingale survive with their King no longer around?
He didn’t have to dwell on his thoughts for long, a call from the meeting grounds came - But not Amalthea. He wondered who he was meant to be sworn under now, what it would mean for him. His red feathers carried him gracefully from the borders where he liked to pace, and a similar form to Cato sat the throne - Hecate, his sister. He landed gracefully, bowing his head. "Hecate," He spoke shortly before taking a seat, he noticed Kalon was not present either. Had their members just turned to ash? He kept silent, instead he quietly looked at the faces around him.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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