[center][fancypost=background-color:transparent; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'georgia']Anubis was, quite comfortably, used to being being one half of an individual. The mortal world was something different, and it helped, immensely, to find someone willing to become a host, rather than trying to maintain a physical form here on his own. Not to mention there was the added benefit of having someone who understands the mortal world to act like a guide when things got confusing.
It was nice. He was used to it. So of course Zeref's sudden desire to depart caught the Egyptian completely off guard. The sable sat beside the salt lake, staring up at the clouds - a past time, it would seem, Lessa passed onto them - when Zeref suddenly brought the matter of their strange life onto the table. It was understandable. Zeref lost a lot of memories before their return to the clan of the moors. It had never occurred to Anubis it could be a reason to split up. The magician seemed just as content as himself with things as they were.
Would you be okay on your own? Anubis thought the two were well-linked, since they had been sharing mind and body for so long, but perhaps he had been wrong. What do you mean by that? I mean, if you were the only one inhabiting this body... Would you be okay? Or would you be... Sent back to wherever it is you come from? The Land of the Dead. The Hall of Judgement. I could maintain a physical form... For a while. I would, after some time, however, either need to return to the Duat, or find another host... Why?
Listen, I'm beginning... To kind of recall some things. Faces are a bit fuzzy, but I do remember... I died at some point. Here, I think, in WindClan, though not here-here, it seems they moved at some point. A true fact. Anubis knew Zeref had died. The mountainside was not always safe and sometimes, when you were unlikely, rain loosened the rocks enough to cause a landslide. I think I should go. I might find another body... Or stay dead... I don't know. But I want a chance to remember the rest, I don't think I can keep living like this. But you like it here, and you have someone to... To wait for. Lessa. I don't want to pull you from here.
I see. I believe I understand, Zeref. It... Was strange though, the idea of being separate. You may go where you choose. I... Will be fine here. And like that, Zeref took his leave. There was a brief moment of pain, like something - Zeref's soul - being pulled away sharply. Then it was gone, leaving him, still in the shape of a small sable, beside the water. He slowed his breathing softly, heart echoing like a drum in his ears.
Without much thought, he allowed his body to shift. A black jackal. While being in the form of a dragon was also comfortable, the familiarity of the animal he was so widely associated with was something of a soothing element. His entire aura would be different now, he knew. Before he had been an individual with two souls, their life forces intertwined and fused together. Now it was just him, and him alone. Neither him nor Zeref had made it common knowledge they were not one soul but two, but anyone with the Sight would have noticed their aura was not very typical, until now.
Do I go by my name or keep ours? Anubis supposed, staring into the clear depths of the water, that he ought to continue using their mortal name. It was fitting anyhow, being related to music as it was. No answering thought answered his musings and he frowned, already coming to the conclusion this was not going to be... No matter what he told Zeref, fine.
He felt alone.
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