It had stayed with her over the last year and a half, never ceasing and never seeming to dim. What was it exactly that remained with the girl of black and white? It was the insatiable love for the dead- the thirst and desire to know just how things worked in death. It was fascinating, that moment of no return in which the reaper finally makes his claim. Other speak of souls; souls within each individual, souls relating to imprints, and souls that leave the body when the light goes out. Achlys does not know of souls, and it is not something you can see. Death you can see, or at least the black girl with the white diamond mask and white ears can see.

Death is everywhere, and in all things. It was something she had learned well since beginning her quest to know all there is to know about the subject. It was just as present as life was in all things, and it was always just around the corner. Even the healthiest of things- it hung there, simply hovering, waiting for that moment to find it's prize and take it away. Long days and nights had been spent watching things, experimenting with them, using them for the simple thirst for knowledge. It would never cease, and the girl did not plan on losing interest anytime soon.

Her brother though, it seemed, did not share her infatuation with the dead. He seemed to veer away from it all together, though she knew he still wished to be around her. They were, after all, a special pair born of a soulbond. They themselves held their own special connections within themselves, and Achlys had always been fond of her little brother. While she was older than him by just a few moments, it was still perhaps strange to others that the girl with long legs would call her rather large brother her little one. She had simply always thought of him as such, and the simple notions within her mind has her gaze of fire and ice- glacial blue irises with flares of crimson throughout- turning on his paler, almost more muted frame that would be just beside her.

They were together on this day, adventuring and exploring in their childlike wonder and curiosity- thought Achlys herself was truly on the look out for another potential patient. It was a word she had started using- patient, as she so ever did enjoy playing doctor. They were far from Diveen, their birth place- and unbeknownst to them were rather close to the place their Father had come from- the swamps that the river they were nearing emptied out into. But the little ones could not have known as they had never been told. In fact- the duo had not spent much time at all with most other wolves, their Mother included. They had been born, weaned, cared for- for the most part, but otherwise were left to their own devices. And she was happy in this- so long as she had hear learning, and her Gracin, everything was well in the world.