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    Little Things [LeighaMoscove and Blue Demon]

    Sand was everywhere in the lands claimed by the Sphinx Shifters. The cats were very territorial and they didn't let anyone else in their lands. They were prideful because of their status as being one of the oldest tribes. They made their home in one of the oldest cities in the world. Most of the Shifter Tribes left the ruins alone. The great sphinxes left most of the ruins alone, but not the ones in the Oasis.

    The Oasis was the center of the desert. All the buildings were three stories tall. Each story could fit two shifters standing on top of each other's shoulders. The walls were like adobe but harder than anything the modern sphinxes could make. The doors way were wide and unblocked. The streets were narrow and shaded by large trees, which in turn were shaded by the tall buildings. The city was cool in the day and retained heat when it got dark.

    The Oasis boasted three public bathing baths. They were canopied by tile roof and trailing plants. The waters were fed from underground springs. In addition there was also a small canal that ran water to all the homes in the city. The canal also fed fountains, both public and private. All in all it was hardly the city one would expect to find in the middle of a desert. It was green, dark, and wet. The cats loved it.

    Outside of Oasis was the great desert. Ruins dotted the desert for miles around. Legend had it that once there hadn't been a desert here and the city was so vast with Shifters it spread for miles. But that was a long time ago. Now little remained of the once great cities that hadn't been swallowed by the desert.

    For a long time Oasis was a source of tranquility. The Sphinx tribe had defended their homeland from invaders who wished to take their wealth and city. However in recent years there grew discord. Not just in Oasis, but in other lands. Shifters were mysteriously falling dead. It started slowly. One or two shifters might fall asleep and never wake. In a few days they would just die.

    At first the tribes tried to quarantine those they believed were infected. However it was soon apparent the sleeping plague wasn't spread by any means the shamen of the tribes could discern. It wasn't physical contact. It wasn't in the water. It was spread through the air. Anyone could get infected at anytime. Then it got worse. More and more shifters were falling asleep and dying.

    The Tribes decided to call a truce while the plague infected across borders and tribes. Since they couldn't stop it separately, perhaps together they could find a way. A meeting was issued by the Sphinx council of five. Shifters from every tribe made the long journey to Oasis. Today, the fifth day of the twelfth moon marked the first meeting.

    Only one shifter in Oasis wasn't allowed to be in witness. Ivan Farace. The crippled cat. The asthma to all shifter. The only shifter who could not change into his true form. He was an exile in all but name. He was told to not be in the city when the leaders and shamen from the other tribes arrive. Ivan, being smart and not stupid, complied. But he wasn't happy about it.

    Ivan made himself scarce when the other Tribes began gathering. However Ivan was still a cat, and he was curious. Everyone lived in fear of the plague, including him. No one wanted to die. He wanted to know what was being done at the meeting. When everyone gathered together at the center of Oasis in the great bowl he tried to get in close, but was rebuffed.

    Ivan tried a few more times over the course of the week, but to no avail. He became disheartened when whispers started that to rise. They said the council and the other tribes had not found a cure yet. Shifters were beginning to get restless.
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    Leaders as well as a few other spare shifters were beginning to gather in the town hall. Personally, Lykos had thought the idea of such a thing was ridiculous, which was the cause of a recent fight among the wolf pack leaders and the reason why one was currently missing. Very early on, the wolves had made it very clear not to hold anything that Lykos does or says against the wolves, or even against Lykos' pack. Lykos was a lone wolf in almost every sense of the word except for one very distinct difference. He was the alpha of a pack. They still had called him a lone wolf because everything he did was for himself, and he only took care of his pack because they were most often his means of getting what he wanted. No wolf could respect a lone wolf, but a pack alpha would almost instantly get respect from the other wolves, even the other alphas. As long as no alpha challenged another, they could live in relative peace.

    Of course, Lykos was the one that would always challenge the other packs. He had recently been gathering land for his pack to grow when he plague hit. Several members of his pack simply fell asleep and never woke. That was a time of great grieving for his pack, and even for Lykos. As the plague killed off more members, Clementius, Lykos' most trusted adviser and often called the Beta of their pack, had insisted that he join with the other packs in search for a cure. Rumors had spread to their pack that the other packs were joining together in search for a cure, and it was widely known that his pack had thought that they should join too. No one dared voice their opinion to Lykos except Clementius. That was probably a good thing too, because Clementius was the only one who could handle their alpha's temper.

    That was when the sickness caught someone very dear to Lykos, his sister. His sweet and beloved little sister that wouldn't hurt anyone. The one he had been so protective over and would do anything for. Everyone knew that he would have done anything for his sister, so it was obvious that he was heart broken once she died. She was the only one that he truly cared for. That night had been a long sad night for Lykos' pack. The next seven nights had been spent with the members lying awake hearing the cries of a lonely wolf, and it caused many of then to cry knowing that it was their alpha, the cold and distant wolf who rarely showed emotion, could create such a sad song. Regardless of his sounds at night, any who saw him during the day would say that there was a change in their alpha. Not many saw him because he would remain curled in his bed mourning his sister, but he would come out if it was required to take care of his pack. After the week of mourning, he had finally decided to get together with the other packs in search for a cure. It was more for revenge against the plague that killed his sister, and his pack knew it.

    Of course, working together with the other members had not been an easy path for Lykos. A day that involved less that five fights between Lykos and the other alphas was considered a good day, but the other alphas knew better than to get rid of him. Lykos was smart, and they had to admit that he often knew what he was talking about. There wasn't much that Lykos could do or say in these matters, though. The problem was resolved when an agreement had been come upon saying that no one was to be near Lykos except Clementius and the others from his pack. After all, Clementius was probably the only one that could stop Lykos and the only one he wouldn't fight. Even Lykos dind't know why that was, but he had always blamed his instincts in that matter.

    It had quickly become apparent that even the wolves working together couldn't find a cure, so one of the alphas had proposed they joined the other clans. The series of fights that followed that were the bloodiest yet, and it was probably the first were their lives were on the line. Needless to say, it had only gotten worse when Lykos heard that they would be meeting in the land of the Sphynix. Lykos hated the cats and he believed that anyone that secretive could not be trusted. That was around the time when the alphas decided to gang up on Lykos in order to get their point across, and Clementius refused to help Lykos in the matter because Lykos had been asking for it with the insults he threw around at the meetings.

    That matter settled itself quickly and led them to where Lykos is today. Only the pack alphas had come to discuss the plague, because to allow much more than the wolf pack alphas would result in a large majority of the shifters in the meetings being wolves. It was mostly the result of most wolf packs being relatively small, and the lone wolves were forbidden to come as well. The only wolf that arrived that wasn't an alpha was Lykos' beta. If Lykos dared to try to attack the other clan members at these meetings, he was quickly put down by the other alphas. They refused to let Lykos' action cause a war in this time of need. After the first meeting, it had been made clear that the only one around Lykos would be Clementius. That was the easiest way to prevent fights, though they still happened occasionally.

    That brings them to where they are today. It was their second meeting and the leaders of each tribe were coming together to come up with a possible solution. A few common shifter had also come to watch the ordeal, but they had no say in this matter. In fact, anyone that would dare try to put their opinion out there that wasn't a leader was escorted from the room. Of course, the other leaders would probably be more than willing to listen to their pleas, but Lykos didn't think that anyone who wasn't a leader had much of a say. It was a common thought process among the wolves because the alpha always had the final word and should never be questioned. It just so happened that Lykos was a little more strict in that thought process and some of the alphas were more lenient in thinking that the others might actually have something good to say. That was why Lyoks hated the location of inside a building in the middle of town. In Lykos' opinion, few others would care to follow if they met far away form a town, but he had learned long ago that arguing with a majority was not a good idea.

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    Ivan fell to the ground hard. Small particles of sand abraded his hands and arms, the areas that took the brunt of his fall. The sand under him gave under his force and saved him from getting anything other than a few scratches. His black hair fell into his green eyes, blocking his view partially. He still managed to see someone lash out at him with their foot. Ivan twisted on the ground and rolled out of the way onto his back.

    Ivan's left hand flicked to his waist and pulled out a long knife. He hissed as he rolled again to his side and onto his feet. The right side of his face was covered with sand. His right hand and arm were bloodied, but he still gamely pulled out his second knife. There were two Sphinx shifters still in their non-shifted forms and two who were Sphinxes. Ivan shifted his weight backwards as one of the cats moved closer, ready to roll backwards with the attack. But it was stalled by one of the guards.

    "Farace." The guard said looking at Ivan. "I thought I told you that you were not welcome here."

    Ivan bared his teeth. "Vessey, I have as much of a right as anyone else." Just because he couldn't become a cat didn't mean he wasn't one. It wasn't right. But no one in the tribe cared, or even considered him part of the tribe. Even after all these years it still hurt. Even his older brother Vessey denied him. They once used to be inseparable. Now they were strangers.

    Vessey dropped his hand and one of the cats attacked. Ivan flipped the blades, rolled backwards, tossing the cat off and stabbing it's leg. The tried to dodge the second cat. However it still landed on his back, forcing him to the ground and all the air out of his lungs. He couldn't help the groan that escaped him. The heavy cat on his back pressed it's teeth to Ivan's unprotected spine. Ivan stilled. The large cat's breath was hot against his neck.

    Was this it? Were they finally going to kill him and be rid of him? Sure they might get a reprimand for it, since he was still technically tribe and tribal law forbade it, but... His heartbeat slowed down as a calm came over him. Surely it couldn't be worse than this living Hell?

    Then the cat on his back stepped off. Ivan gasped in his first breath and a lung full of sand. He coughed desperately as he pushed himself to his feet. "This is your last warning. Next time I'll kill you myself. Go." Vessey said as he turned around, dismissing Ivan. Ivan didn't hesitate. He left. He ran. He was a coward. Even after all these years he just couldn't give up, no matter how much he wanted to. What was he still living for anyways? Hope that one day they'd accept him? He hadn't had hope for that in a long time. Today was just a reminder of why that hope should never come back.

    Ivan ran until his legs began to burn from the strain. Ran until the heat was making him pant. Ran until he was dangerously close to dehydration. Then he stopped. His legs bent and his knees hit the ground. He dropped his knifes in order to grab at the sand. It stung his already abused and cut hands, but he didn't care. His body hurt, but that didn't matter. He dropped his head and tried to control his ragged breathing. He didn't care about any of those things. He didn't care that Vessey, his brother, had openly and with witnesses, declared his intent to kill him. No, he didn't care. The fact that he was wasting precious tears wasn't because he cared. It wasn't.
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    Taking his usual seat, Clementius sat by Lykos' side. The organization of the meeting was something that Lykos had a hard time understanding. It would always start with the leader of each group giving out stats of how many of their people had been lost. The healers and Shamen would write down the statistics eagerly. It was as if they believed that they could learn more of this sickness based on the statistics of who died. Was there more men than women? About 60% of the deaths were women as far as Lykos thought. it was slightly, and it certainly wasn't enough to say that the sickness was choosy of gender. Then they would try to guess the general age range. Most normal sicknesses took the elderly and children the most. That's what made this one so frightening. It would take those in their prime years just as often one close to death or one recently being born. There was nothing there to find a clue on. Then they'd go to percentage of each species. Because of their location, Sphinx and wolves rarely got sicknesses. The extreme temperatures will kill it off. That was not the case here. If anything, those that lived in extreme conditions got sick more often than the others, even if that was only slightly. Apparently, the healers thought that it was an important discovery.

    That caused Lykos to let out a snort. If it was so important, then why were they no closer to finding the truth? It's obviously that climate has no real factor in this. The shamen thought along the same lines. Apparently, this had something to do with the gods. As one of the shamen were talking, Lykos faded in and out of paying attention. There was nothing to do with the gods on this in his mind, so he didn't feel the need to pay attention to this lecture. That was, until one of them caught his attention.

    The old shamen's voice droned on and on until he heard something that really pissed him off, "... and I believe that this is a sign punishing the tribes that cannot unite. Any other tribe is simply in the way of the sickness spreading to those that deserve it. Packs like the wolves who, in their beastly nature, divide and fight their own kind-" The shaman was cut off by Lykos.

    "WHAT DID YOU SAY!" Lykos lunged at the shaman of the Raven clan. He morphed into his wolf form in mid-air. By the time he landed, he was where the other once was. Apparently, the shaman had moved out of his way.

    "You see! This is exactly what I'm talking about! You wolves will oppose anything that goes against you, and the gods are punishing you for it!" A growl escaped Lykos' throat as he lunged again at the shaman. However, his attack was cut off by another alpha who now had Lykos' throat in his jaws. Lykos whimpered in what most wolves would call a pathetic manner as the other wolf's grip tightened. It was the alpha known as Jacob Black. A wolf who had a solid black coat, and who's human form was intimidating to say the least. They had been butting heads ever since the packs joined. Another alpha stood in front of him in his human form shaking his head.

    "You see, Lykos. This is why I didn't want you coming. Your nature to act out every impulse is making all of us wolves look bad." The grey haired alpha spoke. Glancing up at the other the best he could without tearing up his neck, Lykos growled, only to end it with another whimper as Jacob gripped his neck tighter. The alphas did not seem to be happy with him.

    Another wolf, a blonde one, walked up to the shaman. "I thought we made it clear that you would not hold Lykos' actions against all of us wolves. The only reason why he's here is because he's smart and may be of some help. I ask that you do not continue to provoke him and in return all of us. He may be hot headed, but all of us are quite offended by your words." The shaman nodded eagerly, and Jacob threw Lykos to the other end of the room before shifting back and heading towards his seat.

    Once his sliding halted, Lykos shifted back as well and went towards his seat. When he passed Jacob, he muttered, "Mangy mutt." Immediately after those words escaped his lips, Jacob was back into full wolf form and lunging at him. A brown and blonde wolf stepped between them and growled at Jacob. Almost immediately, Jacob backed down. It was obvious that Clementius, the brown wolf, would side with Lykos. However, he had made it apparent long ago that he wouldn't intercept Lykos' fights unless it was important. The fact that Alvis had stepped in meant that the other wolves would stop Jacob if need be. They all knew that Lykos was in the wrong, but this was not time to be fighting among each other. There was no way they could solve this if they did that. Shifting out of wolf form once again, Jacob took his seat. The other two shifted back and stood on each side of Lykos as they headed back to their seats. They were acting like his jailers and in many ways they probably were. It was an action that Lykos had learned meant that if he stepped out of line against they would stop him and they would fight him until he submitted. It was a sure enough way to prevent it from happening again, because Lykos didn't want to submit, but such situations were a submit or die situation among wolves.

    When they took their seats, Alvis spoke up. "We get it. As a raven shifter, you don't agree with the way us wolves live our lives, but can you please keep personal opinions out of this? We are trying to solve the problem to the plague, not get into a war. While the other alphas stopped Lykos, I assure you that it is not because they agree with you. We are all just as offended as Lykos was, but we can see that the childish acts will not get us any closer to finding a cure."

    "You wolf shifters are so stupid. Getting upset over every thing. I quite agree with the raven. Why are there more deaths from the sickness of you wolves, who quarrel almost every day, then any other species? I mean, certainly us other shifters argue every once in a while, but you can't deny the facts. The more violent a clan is, the more deaths they've had. Perhaps the gods are protesting you wolves' barbaric methods." It was a sphynix who just walked in. Lykos hated sphynix because they were cats, and apparently the feeling was mutual because many of the sphynix hated the wolves just because they were dogs.

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    (2/5) Next time: The temple

    Ivan picked himself off the ground once the heat became unbearable. He replaced his long knives after cleaning them. He swept back his black hair out of his eyes. He squinted upwards and judged the time a little past noon. The meeting had been going on for a while now. Of course, if it was anything like previous meetings, nothing was getting done. He wasted the first half of his day trying to get in. He wasn't about to waste the second half.

    Ivan looked around. No one was out in the desert at this time of day. He was the only one stupid enough to go out here. He half smiled to himself. It was a common belief there was no water anywhere but in Oasis. Ivan had found pools in quite a few of the abandoned ruins. Of course, since it was forbidden to go into the ruins, the belief did hold true for the tribe.

    There were ruins scattered everywhere in the world. Ivan only had access to those which were closest to Oasis. He never went more than a two day's walk away. Since that would dump his out of tribal lands. He wasn't willing to test whether or not he'd be safe off the Sphinx lands.

    The ruins outside of the city were similar to the city of Oasis. The only difference is that the buildings had not been kept up. Some were broken beyond their level of repair. The walls were seemless like those in Oasis and the buildings the color of sand. Ivan had drawn a map of the ruins, where some buildings might have been buried by the sand. This he kept in the ruins themself; along with some of his excavation gear. In a few of the ruins he had discovered sub floors. They had been blocked after a while, and he couldn't open them by himself. However this lead him to the belief that all the buildings were connected under the sand.

    Ivan didn't know the purpose of the blocked tunnels, but he happily mapped out where he thought they were. One day he planned to go down there and see for himself. He also ranked the buildings in order of importance. As far as he could tell, Oasis was where the ancient Shifters used to live. They also had more buildings that extended into the desert. It told Ivan that one day the desert would swallow Oasis whole, but not in quite a few lifetimes.

    There had also been a large brick road, made out of the same material the houses had been made out of. Ivan had discovered parts of it after a windstorm had made a valley in the sand. (Of course, since the sands moved he only had a few minutes to do an investigation. He keeps an eye out now for more roads.) He mapped out the theoretical route and had discovered an area he now called the temple complex. It was a series of seven short, stout buildings, more wide than tall.

    The temple complex was a day's walk from Oasis. It was rather out of the way and you'd miss it unless you were looking for it. The buildings were always covered with sand and half buried. Ivan himself had missed them the first few times he had been in the area until he knew something had to be there. When he had uncovered the first building he had been ecstatic. These were the first ruins he had discovered that were less than two stories tall. It made him wonder if there were other buildings he had missed since he didn't spot them. Hence the areas on his maps he marked that might have buildings lost to the sands.

    The buildings in the complex were situated around a perfect square. The building in the middle had almost been completely covered, but after a while Ivan had managed to find a door. He called the building in the middle, the temple. He hadn't explored far, since it was like a labyrinth in there, but he had plans to do it soon. He had finished mapping out the other buildings and taking notes of their structure, relics left behind, and carvings on the wall.

    Ivan ducked into one of the ruins he used as a base. It was dark and cool. He took a deep breath and headed to the far wall. The sound of water his his ears first. He bent over a small basin in the wall and looked into the clear water. He wiped his hands on his pants before reaching in and cupping some water to drink. He drank slowly, until he was feeling better. Then he cleaned the cuts on his hands and arms. He also checked his back for wounds. He had a few gouges from the claws of the sphinx who jumped on him. But nothing major. He cleaned them all and bandaged the worst of the wounds.
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    A tense silent filled the room, and, had Lykos been paying attention, it was obvious that all eyes were on Lykos. Everyone wanted to know what the most violent of the wolf shifters would do as the obvious insult. In fact, Lykos wasn't the only one who's muscles were twitching to jump the sphinx shifter and kill him right were he stood. It probably wasn't the insult that got Lykos though. What got him was the fact that the sphinx shifter hadn't even tried to hide the fact that he was insulting the most violent of the shifters, they do admit to that, as if he could handle what they were to bring out. The cockiness of the statement combined with the tone of his voice had Lykos seeing red before he could even jump to attack. However, Lykos felt a hand on his shoulder holding him back. Without looking, Lykos already knew who it was. His babysitter, in other words Clementius, was making it clear that he would stop Lykos before he could do anything. He rolled his eyes, it's not like Lykos needed the brown wolf to warn him. Every time Lykos got into a fight Clementius stayed out of it. Hell, the only times when Clementius chose a side was when lives were on the line, as they were today.

    It didn't matter, because Jacob took care of it for him. The blond wolf from earlier now had Jacob's throat in his jaws, and another wolf, probably Jacob's mate, was attacking the blonde wolf trying to get Jacob free. This had been the happenings of every meeting thus far, but Jacob had a feeling that it was worse today because of the sphinx's new found hatred of the wolves. Where it was a simple rivalry before, the sphinx now had a reason to hate the wolves, thanks to Lykos. This constant fighting between the wolves were grating down everybody's nerves. That is why Lykos did was he did next.

    Instead of joining the fight, Lykos calmly shifted into wolf form and trotted his way to the quarreling wolves. His growls couldn't be interpreted by the other shifters, but everyone could read Lykos' body language. In short, Lykos was telling them to stop being a disgrace and let the meeting continue. It wasn't taken very well by the fighting wolves, because they immediately stopped attacking each other and went for Lykos. Since Lykos knew who the real threat was, he went straight for Jacob's throat, but missed when Jacob jumped out of the way. The other two didn't bother to get involved. Jacob was stronger than Lykos by far, so they weren't needed. The black wolf went for Lykos' belly, and Lykos stepped out of the way before going for Jacob's throat once more. Just when Lykos almost had him, he felt another wolf attack him and pin him down. It was Clementius, who was growling at Lykos as well as the other wolves involved, then the sphinx who had intentionally provoked them hoping for a fight. As Lykos had said earlier, this was no time to be fighting. They had far more important things to do.

    Stepping off Lykos, Clementius let Lykos go with one last warning growl to ensure Lykos didn't attempt to finish what he started. They had gone too far off track by now, and Clementius wanted to get everyone back on track so that they could solve this sickness. Murmurs went through the crowd about how the wolves were the reason why no progress had been made, and some even said that they could have a cure by now if Lykos weren't here. Lykos morphed back out of his wolf form and went back to his seat once more muttering something about flee infested cats and them not showing respected. This got a disapproving look from a majority of the onlookers, which Lykos ignored and sat back down in his seat. "To continue our count, five of my pack have died from this sickness and three more have recently fallen ill. Healers say those three won't last until next full moon. That means that infected wolves are dying off faster than they had been when the sickness started. When the first of our members fell ill, they were able to last at least three moon cycles, five if they were especially strong and healthy."

    Murmurs and nods of agreement filled the crowd. It would seem that not only e wolves were having this problem. The meeting continued on with doing a count of how many of each species had died, how many were ill, and, since Lykos brought it up, how long they were expected to last. The brighter ones did some calculations to compare how long it took the sickness to kill each species now to how long they lived when it first hit. Some species had remained the same, and others seemed to be lasting longer, but a majority of the species were having results similar to the ones Lykos mentioned. Of course, Lykos had stopped listening to them long ago in favor of listening to the crowd. He had learned long ago that the most valuable information came from the people. Information that people were unwilling to share, especially the leaders, were shared when they thought no one was listening. Apparently they never dealt with people like Lykos. This was exactly why he didn't let the people speak. If their say wasn't important to the meetings, then what they truly felt would come out when the others were talking.

    Somewhere along the way people began calling this the sleeping sickness. It was an odd but fitting name in Lykos' opinion. In a way, it shed much light on what the sickness actually was. When one fell ill, they looked so at peace. Their permanent sleep made them look perfectly healthy until someone realized that their friend or family member had been asleep for over 24 hours and still weren't stirring. No one had actually pinpointed what about the sickness actually killed people. The healers proposed that it was the same virus that put its victims to sleep. Apparently too much of a substance could make it a poison and prove deadly. Others were proposing that too much sleep is what killed them. That just sounded too weird for Lykos. He thought that it was the lack of food and water. With someone who couldn't wake, there was no way to get them to eat or drink. When he said this, everyone laughed at Lykos, but he shrugged it off and told his healers to start finding a way to get nutrients into the victims' blood. With the results he was getting, it was apparent that his original idea was not working out.

    That was going through his head when Lykos heard the most interesting thing. He was about to say exactly what he thought of it when Clementius, obviously knowing what Lykos was up to, gave Lykos a disapproving shake of his head. If Lykos were to say it now, it would result in a full out war in the meeting room. Even the other alphas would agree that it was something that you just didn't bring up, but Lykos had questions about it. It was just such an interesting piece of information that could just lead to a solution to all of their problems. All Lykos needed was the right timing and a lead in to the subject matter.

    Realizing quickly that the subject wouldn't lean to where he needed it without him, Lykos spoke up, "Could the sleeping sickness effect different people differently? I understand that each species is effected differently, as you've pointed out earlier the wolves have had many more deaths than the ravens. However, let's compare something else. Could, let's say, a brown wolf be more prone to this disease than a black wolf. For that matter, could any difference in any species be a contributing factor? Male to female? Difference in hair color? Skin Tone? Etc?"

    This time the murmurs throughout the crowd were that in approval. Clementius just continued to shake his head before looking back at those talking. Some were saying that this reminded them of why they allowed Lykos here after all he's done. There were many good points not noticed, but Lykos seems to notice them. Not only that, but Lykos was also the only one to have the guts to point it out. Just from the reactions they got when someone pointed out that wolves were the most effected, people began to fear the thought of pointing out the small differences that needed to be noted. It was important to know that there might be some trait that could make someone more prone to this. It was things like that which allowed people to sleep at night and helped the healers and shamen narrow down their search to finding a cure. Any small clue was useful.

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    In which our intrepid explorer does what he does best

    Ivan finished bandaging himself up quickly. It was something he had to do for himself ever since he was a little kit. It wasn't even something that bothered him anymore. So it was no bother, not even when he had to bandage a wound on his back. Once he was finished, he shrugged his shirt back on and forgot all about the scratches.

    Ivan dropped himself on the part of the floor that he considered his work station. It was a small semicircle of papers and artifacts. He sat down cross legged and looked at one of the sketches. It was of the entire area of the ruins, as much as he could tell, that used to be Oasis, but now Oasis was much smaller. His eyes flitted over the sketch in the gloom. If he hadn't been blessed with his cat like senses, he wouldn't have been able to see at all. As it was, his eyes were fully dilated.

    Ivan's dilated eyes moved to the small section he called the temple complex. He rested his chin in his hand. His free hand gently traced the charcoal lines. He pulled back before he smudged them. He sighed and looked outside and judged the altitude of the sun. He would have enough time to head out to the temple before it got dark, but just by a little. He grabbed his archeology pack and headed out into the oppressive heat.

    Most shifters were inside at this time of day, which was the hottest part. However if one moved from ruin to ruin, it was possible to avoid heat stroke or sunstroke. Ivan was used to this method of travel. You just had to make sure you drank lots of water. He would be able to move faster once the sun was setting. He would need to break into a jog in order to make sure he was at the temple complex before the light failed completely.

    Ivan did this, just as he had planned. His feet slipped a little on the sand as he neared the temple in the middle of the complex. His eyes picked out the entrance. It was covered with sand. The sands around here seemed to keep the entrance covered. He slid down a sand hill to the covered door. His hands pulled the sand away with ease. Soon there was enough of an opening Ivan could slither through, push the door open and climb into the temple. The sand hissed as it fell through the open door.

    Like the first time he had ventured into the temple, the building was dark. The inside seemed to eat light. It was eerie and exciting all at the same time. Ivan believed it was the floor which produced this phenomenon since the floors were made of an entirely different substance than the rest of the buildings. Ivan had tried to take a sample once, but it was as unbreakable as the other material. He'd given up after brusing his hands with the effort.

    Ivan flicked a torch into life. The fire licked the oiled cloth around the stick. Ivan lifted the torch and watched the shadows dance. Then he went to work. He dropped his bag of tools and extracted his instruments for measuring. He sketched a scale representation of the first room. Once he was finished he moved onto the door on the right. The first room had two doors, one to the right which Ivan went through, and one to the left. Each room had many doors, which is the reason why Ivan had to abandon his first cursory search. It was too easy to get lost. It was also the reason why Ivan was just focusing on getting the building mapped and not drawing the pictures and words on the walls. Even though they were truly fascinating.

    Ivan paused in his initial walk through of the second room. This room was oddly shaped. He sketched it down and noted how the walls were completely parallel to each other like all the other walls he had come across. He moved into the next room on the right. He was just going to keep making rights until he either ran into a room he had already been through, or ran out of rooms. Whichever came first. Ivan had finished sketching the third room when he entered the fourth and realized it was a dead end. He nodded his head happily, progress. Then a carving caught his eye. He brought the torch closer to it. His fingers traced the outline of a dragon.

    His mouth dried and his heart picked up it's pace. Dragons were myth. Old stories said there were dragons, but no one had seen one in living memory. Myth had it that dragons had lived at the time of the first shifters. There wasn't an agreement on what happened to the dragons however. Some myths said that they were killed. Others said they left the world of their own volition. No one was really sure they existed at all.

    This right here, was the first sign that dragons had ever existed. Ivan nearly dropped his torch in his excitement. He was the first to find evidence of dragons. They were carved in the wall of the temple. He had to sketch this! He spent a long time on the sketch of the walls, making sure every detail was perfect. The dragon he fussed over the most, it's unique proportions. It's wings that seemed to flutter on the wall. Once he was done he touched the carving again and sighed. He could have sat there looking at it all year.

    Finally he pulled himself away. He was eager to see what else this temple had to offer. So Ivan set back out to map the other rooms. It was slow work, but enjoyable. He was finally able to forget what had happened that afternoon with his brother. Exploring was one of the few reasons why he got up in the morning some days. He sketched room after room after room. When he realized he had mapped everything on the right hand door just off the entrance, including one of the rooms off the left door, he retraced his steps.

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