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"Keep that charm," he had told Ngaule as his wings rustled at his side, tucking tightly in, before disappearing all together. "Call me, or...I can call you...once I am done." He was to head out to the land of storms, and right now, this would be an adventure he would need to do on his own. Or...with his little bird pal. While he did enjoy Ngaule's company, something told him he would be quite distracted the more he traveled with the survival goddess. Not that it was a total bad thing. The new memories the two made were quite enjoyable.

"Ready Judeau?" Ciro asked. In his mortal form, he looked like his old self. He was covered in scars, and wore the feather charm given to him from Ngaule. The flame pendant had moved to a shoulder marking, which pleased the male. Less things to carry. He still wore his fur bracers, finding them quite comfortable against his legs.

The journey to the Storm lands wouldn't be long. Already the heavy feeling of moisture in the air, and the distant sound of rolling thunder indicated they were close.

"You don't sound very sure you know." Ciro smirked, but nonetheless continued forward.

There was something about this land that tugged at Ciro. As he moved past the borders, he spotted a few lions brawling. They seemed to ignore him as they continued their fight. "To think they just let anyone walk into the lands...?" Ciro asked, eyes turning upwards to get a glance at Judeau. If he had remembered this was once his home, and that he looked no different than what he had his past life, it would make sense.

He headed down a worn path, the familiarity of the land bringing a fog to his mind. There was a shuffle to his left, as a beige male seemed to creep closer to a water source. Judeau would know that familiar red and orange a top of a neutral tone all too well. Ciro would, had he had his memories back.

Golden eyes gazed at the male. "Not a single acknowledge from anyone?" The male mused. "How drab."

Kris was being his typical self. He could care less that another male had roamed the lands. He didn't seem lost, so he was likely someone the male just hadn't met yet. His light eyes rolled as the dark pelt did nothing to jog his memory, but he didn't really take a good look. Now, the white feathers on his shoulder. Kristanf's eyes narrowed at the quick pass.

He hated birds.

"That...or maybe they don't realize I am or was suppose to be?" Did his death even break to the pride if they had been going around nonchalant like nothing happened. He shrugged his shoulders forward. Whatever the reason, he didn't question it.

The talons digging into his pelt caused him to wince slightly. "Easy," he growled with a warning, shifting his gaze to where Judeau was eyeing the other. "What's your...problem...?" Ciro spoke quietly as he eyed the beige male, who, while already pale in color, seemed to pale even more.

Kristanf flinched at the caw, stumbling backwards. He got a good look, he knew that bird. But...what made him go ghost white, was the feline underneath him.

No. He was dead. He fell to his death. How...?

Kristanf's jaw dropped slowly, before he found himself trying to correct himself. s**t. Maybe this was just a bad dream?

The god in disguise frowned. "Judeau?"

Another flinch from the male. Even his voice sounded the same. The new Captain began scrambling backwards, away from the pair of lions.

It's him? Who was him? Ciro frowned at the raven's reaction towards this new lion. Something was triggering this reaction from his new friend, and Ciro could only think it had to do with his past life. The one he still couldn't quite remember.

Why aren't you dead? He heard the raven hiss. He quirked his eyebrow, moving towards the pale lion only to cause him to flinch even more.

Kristanf looked as if he seen a ghost. The dead was staring him right in the eyes. He didn't even notice the avian reaching for his wound, the one his other form had done to him. It had taken a while for it to heal.

"I..." he stuttered, another step backwards as the dark lion approached. He eyes flashed, and before him stood his mother. Disappointment in her pink eyes, the look of regret mirror his own facial features. Just as quickly as the image of the lioness appeared, it faded, but the look of regret still evident on his maw. He never felt any turmoil for Ciro's death, so why was he feeling it now?

Was it the god in disguise doing it?

He disliked that feeling. His foot caught on a root, causing him to slam to the ground. He needed to get out of here.

Kristanf was quick to his feet, although now he felt a small ache in his muscles. He was hurry to get away from the past that now stood before him. Ciro was dead. This was an imposter. That was the only resolution.

Before any questions could be asked, the lion had fled. "Don't go after him." The god said quietly, the sound of the running disappearing. "I think I need some explanation."

“Afraid of me?” Ciro began to laugh. “My friend, I do think you have it all wrong. I’d be terrified of you with what you just did.” Ciro didn’t look like a terrifying lion right now. If he was in his true form maybe? But here? Just a harmless lion.


He tilted his head slight. “The beginning preferable.” The god said with a smirk, nudging his head so they could continue down the path they had originated before the fiasco. There was something familiar about this path, and a scent that seemed to be drawing him further and further into the lands.

As Judeau spoke, Ciro’s eyes wandered. Finally his paws stopped just before an abandoned den. To Ciro it would look new, but to Judeau it should be familiar.

His old home.

It seemed unconsciously the god had brought them back to their old resting home.

Ciro listened as the story unfolded. He frowned at the more gruesome details. So, his death had truly been uncalled for. A murder? He didn’t think he had pissed off enough people in his previous life, yet, here he was without many memories and more appendages than he knew what to do with.

The god stepped into the old den. The familiarity struck him just past the den walls. A piles of pelts scattered the floor, a small perch with gray and purple and orange feathers near the entrance. The male paused midstep, images flashing before him. A white lioness laying on a pelt near the rear. Frisky cubs tussling, and an avian with a red and blue swirl preening a wounded wing.

He turned his attention back to Judeau, but it wasn’t the raven that was before him. The image of another god stood, broken horn and saddened eyes. Ciro’s eyes widened.

“I…remember you.” He said quietly, reaching for the lion before him. He shook his head, the image dissipating and the ruffled raven standing right before him again. “You…aren’t just a raven…are you?”

There, the once raven, now god stood before him just as he had done in his flashback. Broken horn, saddened eyes. All caused a small frown on Ciro's maw. He took a step towards the smaller god, his own mortal form shifting away, his large wings tucked tightly against his side as he reached out to touch the gray god, as if he was actually there.

"You don't need to apologize." Ciro said quietly. "You have your reasons." While Ciro didn't think he had skeletons in his closet, or things to hide, Judeau might've. He wouldn't pry. The god of penance would tell him when he was ready.

A smirk replaced the frown. "What would Saki say now if she knew this?" He asked with a small glint of amusement in his golden orbs.

"Well...I am glad you trust me enough to show me your true form. I seem to only remember seeing it before...but just vaguely. It's...a blur." He didn't know how long this memory restoral project would take, but he hoped it would be soon. These random flashbacks were the most unbecoming.

As the male shifted back into his mortal form, Ciro chuckled, remaining in his own deity appearance. "I guess we should make sure she doesn't find out hmm? Otherwise you may have some cold nights from here on out by yourself." Ciro couldn't help but laugh.

"Does...Ngaule know about...you?" His head tilted. Shouldn't gods be able to see between disguises? Maybe that would come with time too?

Ciro settled in on one of his old pelts, the scent of familiarity bringing small memories to his mind, a smile plaguing his maw as he relaxed. "I think we should stay here for a little bit." Not to join the pride per say, but, already this land was bringing more out of him than he could imagine. There had to be more left. "The girls should be fine by themselves for a little time, right?"

How much trouble could the duo really get into alone?