Ravanna Thorne

Walls where some pues were still standing now covered in dust and decay. She had to find that window…

“It has to be here!”

She frowned looking around at the boarded up windows shaking her head venturing further into the church hoping for something that she didn’t quite know yet

“Move a giant window like that? Must’ve been difficult because of how delicate it would’ve been…”

She kept searching moving twords the >>>

She nodded taking a bite of the treat happily

“Mmm hey these are pretty good”

“Mama said never take treats from strangers…But my Mama also kicked me out at 16”

She started to grin reaching over the pan to grab one

Church gripping it tightly before it started to heat and turn red seemingly melting in her hand. She took a step back before kicking the door open swiftly

“Always sad to see the old gods fall…Once temples across the land not relics for the young”

Ravanna stared up at the dilapidated church trying to see where the window would’ve been.

“We all eventually mourn though…Even gods. Mourn what they did…could’ve done. Even gods mourn the mortals they once saw as ants…especially when they realize there alone”

She looked at the pad lock of the >>>

Thought bloodHavens disco bird was bad enough…Gotta admit though they…are mourning you Clark”

She looked up at him still fairly confused on what happened to him and why he was…hiding out in this kinda town. Not that it was a terrible place to hide

“….Ok sure let’s go with that?”

She gave a shrug before keeping along the path looking around the town trying to see if anyone memories would come up through seeing familiar buildings

“Metropolis has been quiet truthfully. Though that’s probably due to our dark night moonlighting. And here I >>>

They were still people that didn’t deserve to be science experiments…Shed heard of Kent too more secondary to her but still a decent reporter mainly following

“Wait my god you reported on yourself? That’s…Hilarious”

“Very Brave woman that Lane. Only Newpaper I still get physical copies of. From advocating for women’s reproductive rights to being an open Supporter of Meta Humans…Wait why aren’t you in metropolis then?”

Ravanna was a big fan of the reporter, while most demonized metas she talked about how >>>

“Mmm Clark Kent? Why do I know that name?”

She slowly followed him closely looking around to see if anyone had seen them too. Last thing she needed was someone following them right now or more specifically her

“Wait…I remember Lois Lane! Award winning journalist and your her secondary!”

“…I don’t really care much if I’m latest town whore Supes…I need to see that window”

She was more serious now focused on the stain glass rather than small town gossip. It fade with time as all things do

Her eyes seemed to light up at his realization suddenly stepping twords him quickly

“You must show me!”

Story in a way. After a steadying breath she looked up at him

“Apparently he designed and made a stained glass window for…something? My brothers weren’t sure but it’s probably one of the only surviving pieces he made…Do you know of anything like that? Woulda probably been put in 20 odd years ago?”

“Apparently my family lived here a couple times…Once long before I was born and for a few months when I was toddler…My father he ummm died right before I was born but apparently he was a glass blower”

She rubbed her arm never really liking to talk about these things…it was like telling a ghost >>>

“…by choice?”

Nothing was particularly wrong with the town. She herself spent a few years here as a toddler but had few memories of it…Cept for what her brothers told her. She slowly stood up dusting off her jeans

“Maybe you can help me then?”

“Super…Umm you never told me your real name…guess we didn’t get that far…I meant why are you back?”

What he described wasn’t new to her, she has experienced it herself a few times…it didn’t get easier each time but for him it was still so fresh…so raw in its form

“A small town in Kansas?”

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“Atlanteans have no query with Kitsunes as far as I know”

“It’s never fun…Sometimes you die peacefully at a good old age…sometimes you barely make it to puberty. Almost always at the hands of those that claim…Genetic cleansing?”

She shrugged more or less talking about her own trauma rather than his. She looked around making sure no one was around

“Why?”

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“The world is not kind to creatures like me…like us. Though I can’t die and come back?”

She started to raise a brow twords the man more or less demanding answers

The fox simply nodded calmed enough that her ears and tails disappeared

“When you live with constant panic attacks you learn tricks to quell them”

After a tilt of her head she seemed to calm down slowly kneeling untill she was seated more properly looking up at him

“Sit down and do what I do…it helps”

She attempted to demonstrate putting a hand over her stomach breathing in slowly before holding for. Few seconds slowly exhaling again

“Man of fucking steel….”

His own shadow seemed to be speaking to him for a moment before Ravanna came out slowly from it eyes glowing like amber. The girl growled lowly stepping forward twords him triple fox like tales moving behind her as her fox ear tilted back with her growl

After a few slow blinks she realized what was happening looking around at the townsfolk still staring

“Ummm holy fuck a duck!”

She managed to point in a random direction distracting people for a moment so she could make an escape trying to catch up to Clark as best she could with his headscart

“Holy fuck….Holy fuck….Holy fuck a duck!”

At first her words were whispers at but but as she got more shocked her words got louder untill a small crowd of people turned there attention twords the pair

“Holy mother godesss above…”

Her eyes widened twords him having seen the whole thing. It was him….he was here…heart still beating and not snorting high class cocaine off some broad in Miami…yes that really was a theory she had heard recently as to his where abouts

But masked? Probably from all the actual animal scents people in this town carried around them. Still she kept closer to the isle trying to catch a better look at this man…she knew him she just couldn’t place him