fourteen - Fenrir's heart - Heyel's soul - Spider of Spirane
sister of warlow, dam of sven *adopted*
this is her in blackouts

High above the world she sat, looking down on the snaking rivers that seemed but a creek in the distance and the rolling fields a blur of tanned wheat. Up here in the clouds Natu could, for a time, believe that she had wings to soar. Up here she could drift away into nothingness, piece by piece fragmenting, and find a wholesome sense of being. There was little to ache over anymore. Sven had forgiven her for a sin she could not even remember committing and the even further sin of not immediately fixing such a problem. Fenrir had appeared in her life as if summoned by magic, a shadow knight who had stolen his way into her heart with a swiftness that even now made her breath catch. She had Heyel, her soul, but there was none of that attraction bond that bound some imprints. He had lived a long life, lost many loved ones and even now held his own mate bond; she had lost those she loved young in life, had suffered through countless terrible circumstances, and yet she had come out of everything with the comfort of her bond and the knowledge that the one who now secured her heart would always be there for her. Life was beautiful now, not so bleak and torn.

In the time she spent on her perch far up the mountain side the clouds had begun to gather. Not in the lovely white capped sort of way but a more ominous grey-black manner that sent a gust of frigid air straight into her, wiping her alabaster fur closer to her body and making Natu close her eyes. Winter was one of her favorite seasons. Last winter, she remembers, she had sat in the snowy deluge leftover from a blizzard until Heyel had come, griping about dirt on his pretty pelt. The memory gives her a tender smile before she stands. It is time to seek the safety of the lowlands for once the storm hit she did not wish to be out in the open.

As she weaves her way down the little worn paths from the mountain she curves around and spots the old den that Ragnarok had used while he spent his time in Spirane. Captivity, really, for she had stolen him, but it wasn't as if they demanded him to live the life of a prisoner. It had been a way to draw back in those who otherwise might be lost, like Gaia and Anemone. He had been very terse about the whole situation and a bit on the crazed side too, but Natu did not fault him for it. She had seen enough of the demon inside of her to know that he might be dealing with his own - even if he thought they came from outside.

Down below she spies his figure once more, much to her surprise, and also that of a tawny colored female sniffing flowers. The way he moves towards her - even from here Natu can sense the possessiveness in him. Each movement closer to her fairly shines with it. Whether it is the imprint bond or a simple mating act who knew, but she is intensely curious to see how his attitude might have changed with such strange tidings. Maybe he had decided to make Spirane his home again and brought another with him.

She draws towards them on silent paws, though her white pelt could surely be seen if they looked away from each other and scanned the landscape around them. Her icy blue eyes skip across the gray figure of Ragnarok to the lovely one of his sweetheart, noting the serious moment between them. How unfortunate her timing but either way, Ragnarok might have seen her if she tried to give them their space and accuse her of spying. At least now he had a proper outlet to do so.

Natu smiles gently, friendly, as she draws towards them, stopping a good distance away with respect to Ragnarok. He was not here as a prisoner anymore - guest, actually - but of his own volition. Whether he chose to stay or not was not really and issue but she wanted to know anyways. "Welcome back, Ragnarok. Have you come to stay with us this time?" She aims the question towards him before shifting her own pale blue eyes to match the sea green of the female. "Hello to you, my dear. I am Natu, Spider of Spirane. I welcome you."