Yeah I think we're ready to begin. One thing -- you guys don't have to follow the 'last name' rule. They can be adopted siblings since they lost their tribe or something. But if you want to that's fine :)
Who wants to start?
((I like the idea of blood-siblings if it is okay with y'all. Would you start Athena?))
(Blood siblings works fine for me. I'll start)
The fire had consumed an entire mountainside in only a few hours of daylight, crawling up the massive pines and coiling around the smaller ones like a smoldering python. The smoke could be seen for miles around turning the sky a sickly gray. Siva did not deny her appreciation of dark weather, but smoke did not quite clear the air like a long-awaited storm was able to do.
Reduced to a state of hoarse misery, she knelt beside the body of the man who had raised her from childhood. The ashes had seeped into her lungs, tanting her breath and scratching her throat as she wept. Eventually the fire had made its way down to the lake at the bottom of the valley, but not before it caused desperate sorrow for the land and its only inhabitants.
(I'm going with the notion that they were raised by the weird medicine man who is now dead. That all right?)
((Fine by me!))
Lyta looked wide-eyed at the damage left in the wake of the flames. How could something so beautiful be that distructive?? The same force that kept them warm when the weather turned foul had eaten its way through the one place Lyta had called home. As the smoke began to clear, Lyta saw her sister kneeling by the figure of a man. Lyta twisted her fingers over her heart, a sign to ward off Evil, and slowly stepped closer and closer to her sibiling. Please, in the name of the Wind and the Stars, please be alright...
Kotori stood protectively over Siva and looked over at Lyta. The smoke was buring his lungs and stung his eyes. Every breath was painful.
He felt conflicted. They were still in danger from the fire, but the man he loved and called father was dead at their feet. They wouldn't be able to do the proper burial rights before the fire reached them.
Kotori reached an arm around Lyta and placed a hand on Siva's shoulder and said in a deep broken voice, "We need to go."
"Then let us bury him elsewhere," Siva whispered darkly. I will not leave him here for the carrion birds and jackals to tear apart. He deserves more respect than the fate of a fallen exile."
She got to her feet, fully aware of the consequences of staying in one place. "You're right. We do need to move, far from here. We must go further into the mountains, where fewer are able to follow us." She fixed her gaze on her brother and sister, embers and worry staining their faces. "That fire was no accident. There was no storm to set it off nor dry weeds to keep it burning. We are not alone in this valley."
(I'm going to be gone for a couple days, probably without internet, so I'll catch up to you guys when I get back :D)
"Kotori's right. We need to move now. We can bring him with us, but we will need to move quickly before whatever else is here finds us." Lyta murmered, leaning into her brother. The hardest part would be moving the body in a way that didn't disturb his fading soul. If done incorrectly, they might accidently condemn the poor man to an etenity wandering lost throughout the Spirit, never finding Final Rest. The man who had raised them, had taught Lyta everything she knew; he deserved better then that. Lyta knelt down by the body and began folding his arms up gently, trying to disturb the body as little as possible.
"Let me, Lyta." Kotori knelt by them and gently wrapped his arms around him. He his throat was burning even more now, and he was sure it wasn't just from the smoke. "You two should fly and I'll follow you. Guide me where the fire is less dangerous and I'll carry him on foot."
Siva nodded gravely, her eyes glistening with tears that she had not shed in many moons. With one last grief-stricken glance at the old man's body draped across her brother's shoulders, she felt her body shrink and fold, melding into itself until it had taken the shape of a deep chocolate owl with a milky face shaped not unlike a broken heart. She had been waiting anxiously for a chance to stretch her wings, and while it had not come in a way that she expected or enjoyed, the relief in her muscles was evident as she launched herself from the ground and soared overhead.
Lyta nodded and closed her eyes. She felt her skin caving in onto itself as she become a brown and white owl with huge black eyes. She beat her wings several times, launching herself into the smokey air. She climbed higher and higher, following Siva to the patches of land not utterly devestated by the raging madness of the flames. Lyta felt hollow inside. The death of the man in Kotori's arms had left an aching chasm in her Soul. She gazed down at his form on her brothers shoulders, then let out a mournful call.