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He remembered his last venture up these peaks, towards the top, the dome of the sky, where the sacred place lived beyond the clouds. He wondered how others reached it, now that ownership had been placed around its floor, treading carefully least one upset the guardians, whether they chose to accept such a title or not. But that, what mortal had the right to possess the divine obelisk, to take from another the right to pray at the foot of the alter. Andurïl had never believed in the gods, had chosen to vanish them from his thoughts, until such a time came where it might one day prove a falsity. Yet, he knew its importance in the lives of others; had seen his mother, father, obsess over the possibility that there was more. Shaking his head, a tense scowl painted his lips, drawing his brows together as he stepped carefully over the stones, drawing closer to the tunnels.
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He remembered them too, the place where he had first met that strange purple woman, the one who asked to many questions and gave to few answers of her own. She had questioned his belief of the gods, and it had been she, that commanded his first and only pilgrimage. Sighing, he slipped into the darkness crimson prowler with steps silent and ghostly. He had grown used to the clicks, the inaudible things that gave him sight in the silence, the world without sun and moon and stars. He never once struck a wall, never once stumbled or placed his paws into open air or under earth. Yet, he stopped all the same, claiming the narrow hall way, his crown lifting until his snout passed over the ceiling. Remembering a time where he had lived in a place such as this, the hidden realm of Quernus, far beyond the reach of those who did not understand the want of the Vardas' blood.

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<font style="color:#995500;"><b>"Caracara"</b></font><font style="color:#990011;"><b>"Andurïl"</b></font>
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It didn't take long to find him. <font style="color:#995500;"><b>"You're trespassing."</b></font> She would murmur, words a soft whisper that echoed loudly into the darkness. He was close, about several feet in front of her. She blocked his way as eyes stared unseeing into the darkness. Nostrils quivered, inhaling his scent that mingled with that of the caves. Light eyes narrowed, ears turning back against her skull. Why was he here? She had already made an offer and he had refused, he had no right to waltz across her borders without permission.


<font style="color:#995500;"><b>"Caracara"</b></font><font style="color:#990011;"><b>"Andurïl"</b></font>

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<center><link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Cantata+One' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><div style="background: #dadce1 url('http://orig01.deviantart.net/f1cf/f/2015/179/8/5/rare_imaging_couples_by_argenticide-d8z5pkd.png') no-repeat bottom; width: 500px;"><div style="padding-right: 25px; padding-left: 25px; padding-top: 45px; padding-bottom: 700px; font-family: 'Cantata One', 'Georgia' serif; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; color: #223144"><font style="font-size:50pt; line-height:10px;">I</font>t wasn't her sweet scent that invaded his senses first, nor was it the sounds of her steps grinding into the frail earth. It was a caress of invisible ripples over his body that triggered blind eyes to turn, his ears shifting forward, cupping the intangible, and reading the depictions along his spine. His own sonar sounded quite similar, acting out in a similar way, rocking off the ways, echoing down only to return, whispering of distant halls and open chambers. It was only after, that he smelt her, the fragrance and faintest of brush of feather along the walls. His own crackling croons shuttered out, tracing over her form, revealing the negative image of the queen of this rock, her form taking up the entry, turned towards him. She'd speak, and he would hum, the ruffle of his tail along the floor. It was oddly intimate, to be so senseless, useless as the silver orbs were. He found his own radar falling silent after only a moment, relying on the fading image and the sounds of the ominous deep to guide him. <font style="color:#990011;"><b>"Yes... I suppose I am."</b></font>
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<font style="color:#990011;"><b>"Do you know how these tunnels were formed?"</b></font> he questioned, turning to make the final turn that would take them both into a nearby cavern, its walls spreading out, just as black, just and silent. His earlier pings showed no life was present, and Andurïl found himself caring not for the presence of her pack in the moment. <font style="color:#990011;"><b>"Great rivers once flowed under the earth, tearing through the most rigid of elements... all in an efforts to return to the sea."</b></font> He padded softly over the ground, clearing the entry of the chamber before turning, to face her. <font style="color:#990011;"><b>"After a millennia, all that is left of such devotion is a shell of their voyage."</b></font>
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<font style="color:#995500;"><b>"Caracara"</b></font><font style="color:#990011;"><b>"Andurïl"</b></font>
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The darkness was not helping his cause. She did not like being blind, even if she knew it was just them within the cavern. Ears fell back against her skull, wings flared defensively. Muscles flexed with tension. She didn't like not being able to see or knowing why he was here. Feathers continued to puff along her back, giving her a slightly larger appearance. Her unseeing eyes searched the direction in which his voice came from, though she couldn't quite pinpoint exactly where to look. Eyes strained, trying to make things out in the darkness but to no avail.


<font style="color:#995500;"><b>"Caracara"</b></font><font style="color:#990011;"><b>"Andurïl"</b></font>

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<center><link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Cantata+One' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><div style="background: #dadce1 url('http://orig01.deviantart.net/f1cf/f/2015/179/8/5/rare_imaging_couples_by_argenticide-d8z5pkd.png') no-repeat bottom; width: 500px;"><div style="padding-right: 25px; padding-left: 25px; padding-top: 45px; padding-bottom: 700px; font-family: 'Cantata One', 'Georgia' serif; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; color: #223144"><font style="font-size:50pt; line-height:10px;">S</font>he came. And while it was not enough, never enough, it was exactly what was needed in this moment. Her sweet breathe was tangible in the air, the ruffles of her feathers as she drew through corridor, only to swell, her form taking on equal stature to her commanding persona. It was hard to miss her, even in a place completely absent of light. Had there been light, a single essence of the sun or moon, she would have seen a smile peel back over his lips; small, yet soft. Caracara needed, cared little for his words, his strange account to something that was nothing to the lives of those left. They stood in the footprints of history, but it held no true purpose to them, had nothing to offer. But to Andurïl, it offered a view into the complex psyche of his own mind, the abstract workings riled and confused. Clarity was a difficult task for one left in the dark for so long. But he'd like to think he had finally come to understand what it all meant.
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He said nothing at first, when her irritation ran through, thrumming down the silver cord, striking true to the image she concocted, even in shadow. A radiant thing to glimpse when the night was at its darkest. But, he didn't remain still for long, striding forward, his steps silent over the damp stone. He didn't rely on his sonar to find his way back to her, falling upon scent, on touch, his nose reaching forward to touch her wing, a soft caress down the frail stems gifting her the dance of flight. If she'd let him, Andurïl's touch would continue, down through the down  below, past the course feathers that bore to weight. <font style="color:#990011;"><b>"I find myself thinking a lot about these rivers. Of the great force that stood against them, the time and effort, the countless twists in their paths. All to reach what they desired most."</b></font> Whispering, softly ,reverently. <font style="color:#990011;"><b>'I hurt you once."</b></font>
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<font style="color:#995500;"><b>"Caracara"</b></font><font style="color:#990011;"><b>"Andurïl"</b></font>
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She would still, breath held silently in her lungs. <font style="color:#995500;"><b>"Your point?"</b></font> She would murmur, gaze dropping to the unseen floor. Her heart beat steadily against her chest as butterflies bloomed nervously in her belly. Feathers stilled, her entire body seeming to standby and wait for his next words. Ears strained to the catch the soft breath of his lungs. Her pulse pounded in her ears, booming deafeningly and seemed to drown out the silence.


<font style="color:#995500;"><b>"Caracara"</b></font><font style="color:#990011;"><b>"Andurïl"</b></font>

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<center><link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Cantata+One' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><div style="background: #dadce1 url('http://orig01.deviantart.net/f1cf/f/2015/179/8/5/rare_imaging_couples_by_argenticide-d8z5pkd.png') no-repeat bottom; width: 500px;"><div style="padding-right: 25px; padding-left: 25px; padding-top: 45px; padding-bottom: 700px; font-family: 'Cantata One', 'Georgia' serif; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; color: #223144"><font style="font-size:50pt; line-height:10px;">T</font>he feeling of closeness ran jolting shivers up his spine, lingering in the pounding heart in his breast, eyes bright in the darkness. It was a relief, knowing that she still let him near, after his childless nature rebelled against the world she offered him weeks ago. A fleeting conversation, little more than a few sentences, given the stubborn nature of each had left a bitter flavour upon his tongue, a pitted awareness that he had let her down. Had hurt her in some unfathomable way. The guilt had brewed, and for a time, it was only her reaction that had truly meant anything to him at all. The look, however hidden, of disappointment, hurt, had unsettled him, shaken the foundations to their very core, until many a night, it was all he would think about. A brooding abyss that refused to leave his thoughts in oblivion, tangible and real.
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It only occurred to him after their meeting amidst the flames that tarnished golden forests, that Andurïl had felt the pang that came from abandonment, from a deep seated anxiety that surfaced whenever she left his sight. It was one thing, to watch her fly upon invisible threads, silver and airy, so very cold, yet so liberating in the freedom it offered. It was quite another to watch her move off towards the mountains, the sides smoky with the ash and soot dominating their once blue sky. He missed her... He missed the moments they had, the easy feeling of closeness that came each time she barrelled into his life. He missed having her around, the warmth of her feathers pressed close to his. The way she could talk to him, sought him out at times to share in more vulnerable emotions. He'd come to expect it. And finding the ominous valley placed between them, made it all the more commanding.
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<font style="color:#990011;"><b>"It is my greatest shame,"</b></font> he whispered, his breathe intermingled with her own, his crown tilted back, to press his brow against hers. <font style="color:#990011;"><b>"Knowing that I caused you any sort of pain. For you see... I find myself thinking of ways to make you happy... when you are near. As well as when you are far away, beyond my reach, a mountain set between us. I know it is my own doing, and this I think, hurts me most of all."</b></font> Sighing, tilting his head, an expression of incertitude painted over the neutral poise of his face, Andurïl murmured, a wordless trill, his thoughts falling into a choatic mess at his feet. <font style="color:#990011;"><b>"I desire... to right these wrongs... if it is not to late."</b></font>
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<font style="color:#990011;"><b>""</b></font>
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<font style="color:#995500;"><b>"Caracara"</b></font><font style="color:#990011;"><b>"Andurïl"</b></font>
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<font style="color:#995500;"><b>"Caracara"</b></font><font style="color:#990011;"><b>"Andurïl"</b></font>

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