It happened again, and she could not do it anymore. She refused. Every time she walked into the world it seemed as though someone, somewhere had died. This time she had tried to be someone else. The creation of Mirage had given her a comfort, a mask other than her own to wear. Even so the curse of who and what she was seeped through the folds of the fabric to rip away the lives of the others around her.
Their once playful game along the ice of the winter had twisted its fate into a horrible storm. She had been sure then and there Halcyon would have fallen victim to the frigid grasp of the wind and the hail. But no, they had survived just long enough to make it into the shelter of the crags. There she had left him, refusing to permit her presence to have any further sway on his life or death. Now the commonlands were ablaze with fire, heat, and death. Had she not dared to step above her station, try to live within the world of others, this might have never happened. Paranoia gripping her heart she had hidden herself from wolves once again. Her dark gray body melted into the shadows of the rocks of the crags. Only her eyes peered out. At least they did until at last her body craved to be one with her race once more. Crying to herself, she ran from the shadows to the one place she knew everyone else would be safe.
Growing paws clambered over the rocks of Spirane while her nose worked desperately to find the one she sought. Pariah dared not call out a name, either name that had been given to her for fear of some unintended effect. Instead she put her nose to the ground and worked hard to find her target. Time and time again she had to backtrack, retrace, and study the paths to find the right one. At last, she came across the wolf she searched so long for. A moments hesitation she whispered