The sound had shaken her awake, the candle lit room filled with smoke and soot. Her emerald eyes blinked, trying to find meaning in the sudden explosion, trying to understand what happened. Slowly the female swung her legs over the edge of her bed, a dark grey tail hanging limp behind her while she approached the blackness. All the candles on her partner's side of the room were gone, whatever happened had either destroyed or knocked them out. Soon she halted, fear crossed her vulpine features. Her bare footpaw had touched something. Slowly she looked down, what she saw terrified her. A hand, a single hand blown violently off at the wrist. What she found beyond that simply shattered her, the broken remains of the elderly bear that had kept her company these past seven years. Dead... It took days to get the smell out of the building, weeks to clean all of the soot from every nook and cranny. It took nearly three months to find a suitable replacement. They would be sending them soon, the cleric was to prepare for the induction ceremony. The female sighed softly to herself, looking across the empty hall that they would share, one side dedicated to science, the other to medicine. One large oak door on the entrance, two smaller at the other end and another by a bed on the medical side. It would be home, the dull grey masonry. A large fabric tapestry at the far corner, hanging above the two beds that sat side by side. Upon it a simple cross with a circle behind it, the sign of the order. Turning from the scorched wood of her compatriot she dressed, pulling the dull white robe over her slender body. A large red cross emblazoned upon it's back, the mark of the cleric of medicine. Her compatriot would wear a grey cross. She took care to pull her dark brown hair back, rolling it up in a half messy bun and securing it with a slender rose. It was a luxury that the woman would take when she could. She could wear nothing else to show her beauty to even show her as a woman, her robe so loose that it was difficult to tell if one didn't notice the feminine features of her face. Her hands quickly picked up a small set of tools, a metal rod with the mark of the order on it, the mark being the same as the pink scar upon her neck near her collar bone. A set of bandages for patching the initiate up. Lastly a small covered jar containing ointment. She would do the ceremony of inditing the new cleric. With careful steps she left the halls, crossing the massive campus that held each high vaulted near gothic cathedral esque hall. In silence others joined her on her way, be them the clerics or those who dedicated their lives to serve them. They were all headed to one place, the large circular building, reminiscent of an ancient theater. Entering she approached the middle, placing the bandaging material on a table and the end of the stick in a fire before turning to face the heavy oaken doors that would allow the new initiate in. Another brought a new set of robes, placing them next to the bandages. The rest of the clerics sat, watching the fox before the fire while she shifted, waiting for the doors to open and guards to bring them in.