Arakan: *having a lovely meal with his wife and beloved daughter Lynelle. He wished that tonight as like every diner. For today was a holiday related to his clan, more on his mother's side of the family*  Thank you for the delicious meal, him *kisses Shiori cheek* How about you and our precious little angel turn in for the night? We have to wake up earlier to drop her off at your father's before our mission.

Shiori:What about you? *holds the sleeping winged kitten in her arms* You usually are the last one to suggest sleep. In fact, you always spent the night before packing our items and make preparations for lodgings.

Arakan:*nervous chuckle* I am going to take a nice night stroll before going to bed is all. *prays she believes him*

Shiori:*stares at him for a few moments* Okay then. *smiles* I can understand why you need to clear your head. After all, this mission is one that regards your hometown. I'll put our Lynelle to bed. *kisses her daughter's head*

Arakan:*is relieved. Though what she had said was partly the reason for why he wanted to leave the house a bit* Thanks, my love.

Shiori: Of course, my dearest dove * leaves upstairs to put Lynelle to bed*

Arakan:*smiles. He waits till she is out of sight and leaves for his nightly walk. Well more of a nightly fly* Lying to her is more painful than a broken wing.....forgive me, Shiori * He sees a large tree that could support his weight. He lands on the most sturdest of branches and sighs* The markings of the bird of a hero who took a dark path to become a hero, the markings that painted a bold blue in the bright sun. Though on a certain night, one particular night of the year. Upon the moon soft light is where his markings turned blood red and their treasured white feathers were changed into a soul less black color. Rumours say that the path of that hero cursed them to that form. Along with all who share the heroes blood *he quoted the words as if it were a story*

*The fog was great that night which hardly let any of the moon soft light to shone. There Arakan's blue markings turned blood red as his white feathers turned a endless black. His tails looked more of a raven as his small beak great long and sharp*

Arakan:*his golden eyes stared up at the moon* Ever since that day, the a dove of that family will receive this form. One for every generation and they will spent the night to wander for their minds fall to their animal instincts till the rise of the morning sun *his words halted and the rest of his speech became a loud cawk*

Shiori:*watches from the window, her eyes widen while covering her mouth with her paw. Not to scream to awaken the sleeping daughter beside her* Oh Arakan.....what happened to you...?....

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