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The tower was huge and dark, spiraling up out of the desert and beckoning to her like a beacon. 'Come to me' it called out across the sands. 'Find me and find your home. Find your purpose anew.' Home? Purpose? Words that had once meant so much and now meant so little to the former priestess of the Death Clan. Her hair was tattered around the edges, blood sliding in droplets down the arm that ended in a hand clutching her blade -- the only thing she trusted even now.

Hunters, small ones, had attacked out in the dunes. Silly children thinking that they could stand against her, their power weak compared even to her dwindling strength. Somehow she'd found her way to the edge of the cavernous space that housed the tower, standing in the shadow of its base and looking up. She wanted to spread her wings and lift herself aloft but dared not.

Not until she knew it was safe.

Something was calling her name and turning towards it all she saw was something armored barreling from the sky. Jumping back and readying her weapon Kithryn tried her best to emulate her younger sister with a snarl she'd once seen Nirva practicing in a mirror. "Stay back! I am not afraid to attack again!" Even though she looked as pale as death that was the point -- she embodied the tenets of her clan in every aspect of her being. Pale, perfect, a comfort and promise of more to come. Except now it was ragged around the edges, tattered beauty, ruined perfection.

She was, to say the least, not very intimidating.

Shock was immediate as the scythe was dropped to the sands, hands reaching out, one of them stained red with her blood. "Nirvy?" Without thinking of the blood the eldest of the sisters cupped her sister's face and looked into it. It was impossible to not recognize her strong little sister's face but there was something different there. Something that wasn't quite her sister but at the same time it was her. Nirva.

Dropping her hands, remembering where they were, Kithryn picked her petite way over to her scythe, gripping it tightly. "There were Hunters nearby. White-coated mongrels that thought they could take me because I was alone and weak." There was nothing kind and nothing entirely sane in her voice for a moment as she snarled. Taking her sister's hand in her own it was Kith taking comfort from sliding into that big sister role once more, protecting what she cared about.

"Are we safe here, Nirva? I...I've been wandering. But it called to me." Eyes looked up to the Tower.

For a moment the former priestess stood stiffly in her sister's embrace before returning it wholeheartedly. Wings and arms wrapped around her bigger, younger sister with care so as not to stab her with the still-prepared scythe. Confusion was in her voice as it was muffled by Nirva's armor. "Home? But it's a desert." That seemed to be the most objectionable thing about it from Kithryn's point of view. Never mind that it had been speaking into her mind. Or had that simply been a hallucination?

It wouldn't have been the first time.

The scythe vanished as Kith finally accepted her sister's words as true, hugging her with a tightness bordering on desperation. "I thought you were dead, Nirvy, I really did. I thought everyone was dead and I was all alone..." Teeth bit into her lower lip as she loosened the hug but kept an arm and a wing curved around her warrior sibling. Looking up at the tower she shook her head. "I guess I wasn't, was I?"

Shaking her head Kithryn turned her head away slightly. "No but it was a close thing. A very close thing. I'd been sent away only hours before the calamity struck and, to be honest, I'd had no idea where I was. I just...was." She shrugged somewhat. Eventually if either of the two cared to investigate it would be revealed that Kithryn had been in the far north of Siberia where snow covered the ground almost year-round and the temperatures could maintain a way of life she was familiar with. The mountain ranges had endless caves, endless ways to hunt and feed herself, and it had been viable, if lonely and uncomfortable.

"It called. I came." Delight at finding her sister turned into a frown. "You're not unhappy to find me are you Nirva? I would hate to think that I have come all this way, come back from the supposed clutches of Death himself, only to be unwelcome by my sister." Kithryn had been remote and a little cold as she'd grown older due to her desire to emulate Death as a priestess of its tenets, yet she had always saved warmth and affection for her family, as much as possible.

Despite being the shorter, smaller sister Kithryn was still the elder and had been trained in the care-taking of others. Stroking what dark hair she could reach as Nirva clutched at her the priestess tried to push back her natural awkwardness at frequent displays of physical affection. It had never been something she was particularly cavalier about and didn't quite understand why someone would want to indulge in such contact frequently. However she understood that, at this moment, Nirva was trying to reassure herself that Kithryn was alive and whole. Family.

The only family. "Only? So none of the rest..." Lips pressed tightly as, for one of the few times in her life, physical tears burned at the corners of her eyes. "Oh, Nirvy, I'm so sorry." Strokes against dark brown hair resumed as Kith thought about the loss of her family, of her whole way of life, and how adrift she now was.

Really, what had she been expecting? That eventually someone would find her after a few years and bring her home? That it had been a simple portal malfunction that had trapped her in the Siberian wastes? Gone. Everything was gone.

Reassuringly her voice touched Nirva's ears. "It's alright. I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay here with you." Wherever this place was.

There was more than a bit of longing in her eyes as Kithryn looked up at Olympus, her new home. "Any chance for a warm bath? I haven't had one in..." She shook her head. "Diving in freezing water takes the dirt off but it's not the best. I've never enjoyed the cold that much." Dying of exposure wasn't really something that could happen to them but, nonetheless, it was unpleasant to say the very least. "Perhaps a change of clothing?" Kithryn had at least been skilled enough to make ragged clothing out of things she killed but she was far from fashionable. Far from respectable even.

Smiling at her sister it was easy to agree to the shared space. "I've lived alone for some time now. It'll be nice to finally come home and be with family again." Looking up from where Nirva had dove out of the tower to swoop down to her, wings were fanning out towards flight. "Lets go."