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                                             <font style=" font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: none; text-transform: none; text-shadow: 0px 0px 9px #000000;">             He loved heights...</font> He loved the chill of the air the higher he traveled up into the mountains, long limbs carrying the massive beast further and further up the mountains. Unlike this other siblings he didn't fly everywhere, he preferred to walk and put his limbs to use. Taloned limbs would grip the rock as haunches hurled his body from rock to rock. Massive wingspan would stretch slightly, he would use them as if he was walking a tight rope. Every so often he would flap once, creating enough of a down draft to throw himself even further. He had no real plan or reason for his trip, heading away from Noctis and his family for a time. Part of him wondered if he was searching for the red male, searching for the one that had shared the same legs as him. Though that seemed like a silly thing he had never met someone outside his family with bird legs before and he couldn't help the curiosity that ran rampant through him. Maybe he was just walking to clear his head, maybe he as walking to clear his mind, rid himself of this damn'd curiosity. It wasn't a feeling that he liked, it meant that he didn't know something, that there was something he didn't understand. He hated not knowing answers. 

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<p><center><font style=" font-family: georgia; font-size: 7px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; text-shadow: 0px 0px 20px #ffffff; letter-spacing: 7px; line-height: 8px;">All my friends always lie to me
<br>I know what they’re thinking</font></p></center>
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One voice alone
A haunting cry</DIV>
 
 
<font style=" font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: none; text-transform: none; text-shadow: 0px 0px 9px #000000;">This time, for sure.</font> Her last two attempts had been miserable failures, but she hoped that the third time would be the charm. The brown wolf stood on a high ledge that had taken her the better part of the morning to climb. Even, with the sun almost at apex height, Citlali shivered in the thin air. Her wings were spread wide, the sensitive webbing allowing her to feel the wind currents swirling about her. Below her, she knew, loomed a massive drop into a gully, through which a pitiful little snowmelt stream trickled. She took a deep breath and crouched, gathering her legs beneath her. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">“All right,”</font> she breathed to herself. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">“One…two…”</font> Summoning her courage, she pushed off, racing for the cliff’s edge. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">“Three!” </font>She kept her wings wide, flapping them madly. The cliff drew nearer, and Citlali’s heart thumped in her chest with equal amounts giddiness and fear.
 
Then, just as she was almost over the edge, she happened to look down, and the fear won over. She screeched to a halt, flailing limbs throwing up a few pebbles. She cowered there at the threshold, wings hugged tightly to her body, looking down at the gully below while visions of her broken, bloody corpse lying at the bottom flitted through her mind. This was utterly crazy. She had never flown in her entire life, and now she expected she could magically learn how if she just jumped off a mountain? Idiot.
 
With a dejected sigh, she flopped down, letting her forepaws dangle off the edge. She might as well chew off her wings and free herself of the extra weight. They would never be of any use. Come to think of it, Cruxer and Lucia might not have allowed her to fly even if she could. In her birth pack, Ellyrians with wings were clipped, or simply never learned to fly, lest they escape. She figured her two captors would feel the same way, seeing as neither of them had wings to chase her into the skies with.
 
As she moped, the wind shifted, bringing with it a new scent. Citlali lifted her head and sniffed the air, not recognizing the source. There was movement in the edge of her eye, and she looked down the mountainside, spying a brilliantly-blue form a short distance below her. Oh no. Heat rose in Citlali’s face. How much had he seen?
 
                                            <center><font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"May I speak?"</font></div>
 
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Let it carry me
Through darkest night</DIV>
 
 
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Slowly he would straighten and a moment later she poked her head over the ledge and looked down at him. He would stare up at her eerily for a moment before allowing his head to return to a more neutral position. Massive wingspan would spread as he flapped a few times and launched himself upwards. Talons would grip stone as he half flew up and half clawed himself up to her level. She was smaller then him, much smaller then himself at least… Her wings were a strange mixture of leathered and feathered… For a moment yellow eyes would study her eerily before he would snort slightly. <font style=" color: #adcf81; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #8ba767;">"I thought you were going to drop on me..."</font> He would say matter-o-factly as he watched her. He would give them some space, allowing her room away from him and allowing himself some distance just in case she was hostile for whatever reason. Tail quivered slightly as he allowed his wings to fold more into his sides then he would usually carry them to not make such an opposing figure. She was tiny, she seemed timid, he didn't want to frighten her off.



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<p><center><font style=" font-family: georgia; font-size: 7px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; text-shadow: 0px 0px 20px #ffffff; letter-spacing: 7px; line-height: 8px;">All my friends always lie to me
<br>I know what they’re thinking</font></p></center>
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One voice alone
A haunting cry</DIV>
 
 
<font style=" font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: none; text-transform: none; text-shadow: 0px 0px 9px #000000;">Citlali jolted as</font> she realized the other wolf was staring straight up at her. Great. Not only had she embarrassed herself, she had embarrassed herself with a witness. She shut her eyes, wishing she could just disappear. They flicked open again suddenly at the sound of wingbeats below her, accompanied by claws scraping on rock. She jumped to her feet and backpedaled, trying to get as far away as possible. He finally leaped into view, wings flared, and Citlali froze for a moments, eyes going slightly wide at the sight of him. He seemed to carry every possible shade of blue in his fur and plumage, and it almost looked like he was more bird than wolf. As she looked at his magnificent azure wings, she felt a twinge of envy. Obviously he could fly.
 
He alighted on slender, strange-looking paws and sized her up. As others often did, his gaze lingered on her wings. She still disliked being stared at, though she was a bit better at withstanding it nowadays. However, next to him, her wings seemed even more lowly than normal. Her good ear swiveled forward as he snorted, then spoke. She lowered her head apologetically. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">“Sorry. I didn’t realize you were down there.”</font> He didn’t seem angry, but she kept her posture submissive all the same, with her tail and ears kept down. She ruffled her wings, a bitter expression in her eyes.<font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;"> “I was trying to fly, but I couldn’t work up the courage to jump.”</font> She wasn’t sure what to expect as a response. Perhaps puzzlement, or derisive laughter. There was a sort of flatness to his tone, and his eyes betrayed no emotion at all. It was unsettling, though better than out-and-out anger.
 
Now that he was closer, she could scent him easier, and she realized with some puzzlement that he didn’t smell like any breed in particular. Had she really found another hybrid? The thought caused a momentary jolt of excitement, though she doubted he had lived with the same stigmas as she had. His posture was proud and steadfast, as if he was used to giving orders rather than receiving them.
 
 
                                            <center><font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"May I speak?"</font></div>
 
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Let it carry me
Through darkest night</DIV>
 
 
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She would apologize, telling him that she hadn't realized that he had been standing below her when she had chickened out of jumping off the cliff. Maybe she was trying to practice gliding? He still sucked at that but it was easier to learn on the warm air currents by the sea then here... Didn't she know that? And then she said it, she couldn't fly. Or, he was left to infer that from her words. For a moment he would frown, head tipping as he studied her before he would look towards the cliffs. <font style=" color: #adcf81; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #8ba767;">"Intus is a better place to learn..."</font> He would state idly as he moved back to look at the drop she had been about to fling herself off of. <font style=" color: #adcf81; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #8ba767;">"The warm air currents give you more lift and its nicer to fall into water then onto jagged rocks when you fail..."</font> He would state, speaking from experience. Well... He had never flung himself off a mountain, that just seemed ridiculous. Eyes would turn slowly back to her as if waiting for her to agree or say something else though he had really only stated some facts but in his mind he was helping her out. 



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<p><center><font style=" font-family: georgia; font-size: 7px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; text-shadow: 0px 0px 20px #ffffff; letter-spacing: 7px; line-height: 8px;">All my friends always lie to me
<br>I know what they’re thinking</font></p></center>
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One voice alone
A haunting cry</DIV>
 
 
<font style=" font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: none; text-transform: none; text-shadow: 0px 0px 9px #000000;">He sidled away,</font> puzzling her. She wasn't exactly an imposing figure, but he seemed wary all the same. She shifted awkwardly, squirming under his yellow gaze. Perhaps he was repulsed, as wolves sometimes were by her. Since he seemed to be a hybrid as well, perhaps it was her odd wings he was put off by. That had to be it. He also seemed confused by her words, and the stab of jealousy returned. Obviously he had learned to fly as soon as he could walk. He would have built up the muscles for it, been able to flap and bank and dive like it was second nature. She almost expected him to laugh at her, mocking her flightlessness. Instead, he suggested a different place to practice, using a name she didn't recognize. So far, she had not traveled to the southern coastline, but she did have agree that a sea cliff would be a better practice range than mountain crags.

But...<font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"I didn't want to go to far from my pack's territory." </font>she said. The word pack felt hollow in her mouth. She was grateful for Morgana's allowing her in, but she had tried to keep her distance from the pack. She would likely be leaving them once Lucia and Cruxer knew everything they wanted to know, and Citlali figured it would be easier if she wasn't close to anybody. Nobody would get curious and look for her, and find out the truth. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"I belong to Amaris Semine. We live east of here, in Erro. I'm still trying to find my feet there, so I tried not to wander too far. Cornu River's very broad and fast-running now that the snows have melted, and it's hard to get over if you can't...well..."</font> She raised her wings, then let them drop. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"You know."</font> Another reason she needed to learn to fly.

She cocked her head at him, wondering if he had a territory of his own.<font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;"> "Do you have a pack?"</font> she asked. It was partially out of curiosity, and partially out of a resigned desire to find out where she would likely be sent to next. She almost thought she could smell Asuryan on him, but couldn't be sure. When she had met the white wolf, it had been raining, diluting any scents in the air and mixing them with the smells of mud and foliage. Realizing she had kind of forgotten basic courtesy, she added, <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"My name is Citlali, by the way."</font> A brief dip of her head accompanied these words. 
 
 
                                            <center><font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"May I speak?"</font></div>
 
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                                             <font style=" font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: none; text-transform: none; text-shadow: 0px 0px 9px #000000;">            It was a never ending cycle of nerves.</font> She would shrink away from him as he tried to put some distance in between them and for a moment they were just left standing in a puddle of awkward. But surprisingly his suggestion would work to break the ice if only by a little bit, he got her to agree with him at least which was always a start in his mind. She would say that she didn't want to go too far from her packs territory and he would nod slowly. He knew that feeling though he was bound close through family ties not loyalty to his pack, that had disappeared along with their alpha. He stuck around clinging to the hope that he might one day return and pick up the reins but that was not the case. She would tell him about her pack, her wording would make him frown slightly. She <i>belonged</i> to Amaris. At her mention of the river he would cast his gaze towards it, even from here he could see it as a thin line snaking through the earth. He had never considered the problems that came with not being able to use your wings, it was a trait he took advantage of regularly. <font style=" color: #adcf81; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #8ba767;">"Ah..."</font> He would say softly as if resigning himself to the fact that she was right in this case. 

She would ask him of his pack and he would nod slowly, motion his head back down the mountain towards the more flat area of Tantus at the bottom of the mountain. <font style=" color: #adcf81; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #8ba767;">"My pack resides there, Noctis Pack... Our alpha is absent at the moment though. I am... Looking for somewhere new to live..."</font> He would say softly, eyes still fixated on his home. He hated the flat grounds of the plains, there were too many predators here. Up in the mountains there were few predators that could do him much harm. She would introduce herself a moment later and he would turn his gaze back towards her, the softest of smile twitching his lips upwards. <font style=" color: #adcf81; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #8ba767;">"A pleasure, I am Indian Madar. You may call me Indy if you like."</font> He would offer before stepping back away form the ledge. <font style=" color: #adcf81; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #8ba767;">"Are you a slave to Amaris?"</font> He would ask abruptly, those yellow eyes once again fixating on her.



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<p><center><font style=" font-family: georgia; font-size: 7px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; text-shadow: 0px 0px 20px #ffffff; letter-spacing: 7px; line-height: 8px;">All my friends always lie to me
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A haunting cry</DIV>
 
 
<font style=" font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: none; text-transform: none; text-shadow: 0px 0px 9px #000000;">She followed his</font> gesture, looking down the mountain. Just barely visible, obscured by blue atmosphere, were the foothills. They were mostly meadow, sparsely covered by trees. How coincidental that their packs were almost neighbors, separated by this mountain range. It looked nice down there, likely better than Erro's dark woodlands. She didn't recognize the pack name, but his news of a disappeared alpha worried her, if it was indeed Asuryan. Hopefully he was still alive. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"If you're looking for a new home, I'm sure Morgana would allow you to join Amaris Semine."</font> He was similar to her, as they both had a very stoic demeanor. She let one ear drop in a sort of lopsided fashion. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"Erro is pretty thick forests, though. I'd imagine it would be hard to take off in there."</font>

He had an equally noble name to match his noble appearance. She offered a small yet hopeful smile back, both out of relief that she could make an expression other than fearful awkwardness, and at his nickname. It seemed a little informal, and Citlali was used to referring to others by their titles, be it "sir" or "ma'am", rather than their names, but if he had already offered a nickname, perhaps it would be okay for her to assume a little familiarity. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"In that case, just 'Cit' will work for me, then."</font> she said, her smile increasing somewhat. It wasn't often she was able to peacefully interact with others, especially as equals.

The smile was replaced by surprise (and perhaps a hint of panic) as he asked if she was a slave in Amaris. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"No, of course not!"</font> she said, shaking her head vehemently. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"Morgana forbids such things."</font> It was only half the truth, but technically she wasn't lying. She was a slave, yes, just not to Amaris Semine. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"I'm a healer. Well, a healer-in-training, anyway. My mother taught me a bit about herbs and first aid and whatnot, and I figured I could bring that skill with me when I joined a new pack."</font> She was no master, but she valued any skills she could come across. Unfortunately, while she did take some pride in it, she also knew that being an accomplished healer or tracker or whatever else made her more valuable. If she really had been accosted by a pack, rather than just two wolves, she would have been less likely to simply be killed.

<font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"What rank do you carry?"</font> she asked curiously. She would have pegged him as a warrior or overseer of some sort, rather than just rank-and-file like her. 
 
 
                                            <center><font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"May I speak?"</font></div>
 
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She would follow his gaze down the mountain towards where he said his home was, he hadn't realized that her pack had settled so close by... She would say that Morgana would probably offer home shelter and the smallest of smiles lifted the corners of his lips as he continued to look downhill. He doubted his sibling would have any interest in moving to another pack. She would say the forest was Erro, it was a name he had not yet heard and he would silently store it away in his mind. He was still getting to know this particular island and all its names. <b>"My sisters have the desire for me to lead a pack of our own... A family pack of sorts... Though I am not much the leader type."</b> He would muse, a soft chuckle rolling off his tongue, a sound that surprised even him. Where had that come from?

At his offering of a nickname she would give forth her own, Cit. It was simple and eloquent, much like her and he could appreciate that. He would look back to her and smile softly, nodding in agreement. <b>"Cit it is then..."</b> He would murmur though the moment was lost, if there even had been a moment, when he asked if she was a slave. Surprise evident on her features as he asked if she was a slave within her pack. She would explain quickly that she was not and that Morgana forbade such things. That she was a healer in training within the pack. He would blink slowly as he studied her through her little speech before nodding slowly. <b>"You spoke of belonging to the pack. I just assumed."</b> Dear Indy... When you assume, you make an ass out of you and me. His fathers words would echo in his mind and slowly he would close his eyes in an attempt to force those words out.

Slavery had always been an one the fence conversation for Indian. His father had been all for it in all forms, Indian's own mother had been a slave until his father had fooled her into loving him... At least that was how Indian saw it. Most of the women that norther his fathers children were that way... <b>"I believe in slavery as a punishment. I don't believe in killing so the only other option is slavery... For the wicked ones of the world. Murderers, rapists... I would rather have them held under a watchful eye then out where they could hurt someone..."</b> He had watched his father slaughter before... He knew that his bloodline had the capability to be wicked but he didn't want that in his life...

She would ask what rank he carried and he would blink, looking back to her as if snapped out of a trance, having to think on it a moment. <b>"I was not yet awarded anything past a commoner. I do what is necessary for my pack. If my king wishes me to fight I shall, if the pack needs to eat o can hunt and if someone is wounded I know enough to stop the bleeding."</b> He would answer slowly, not really sure what else to say. Asuryan had left before ranks had properly been given out, his sisters were rankless as well. Some part of Indian doubted that he would be back to give them a true purpose within this pack.
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<font style=" font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: none; text-transform: none; text-shadow: 0px 0px 9px #000000;">Citlali had had</font> no siblings, though her childhood friends had filled in that niche to some degree. She had echoed his laugh inadvertently, surprising herself. That wasn't a sound she made very often. Still, she supposed she could stand to laugh more often, though there wasn't really anything much to laugh about these days. She was surprised to hear that he didn't consider himself ruler material. Perhaps it was just his impressive plumage, but he had a poise about him that incurred respect without seeming arrogant, like any alpha would have.

Heat rose in her face as he explained the reasoning for his assumption. She mentally backpedaled, trying to come up with a good explanation for her phrasing. Nothing was forthcoming, and she could only hope he'd drop the question quickly, which he seemed to do. She almost sighed in relief as he mused on his own views on slavery, allowing her to avoid what would have likely been a very awkward conversation. He had a poor opinion of slavery and killing himself, winning him yet more respect in her mind. An even-tempered wolf with strong morals? She was again surprised that he had joined someone else's pack instead of forming his own, he was certainly capable of doing so.<font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;"> "It's a good philosophy,"</font> she said, smiling. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"I wish more wolves thought that way." </font>Then again, he had mentioned murderers. What would he have thought if he had known there was blood on her paws as well. Sometimes, in the dead of night, when the woods fell silent, she remembered the horrible gurgling sounds of her master's son as his life drained away through the puncture her antlers had inflicted on his jugular. It had been a "lucky" hit, a one-in-a-million chance--but it had happened all the same. A wolf was dead because of her. A horrible wolf, but a wolf all the same. She didn't want Indian to know that, didn't want to lose his awkward-yet-friendly gaze or his egalitarian friendship.

If she had been surprised to hear that he was a follower, rather than a leader, she was even more surprised to hear that he hadn't held any special rank.<font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;"> "A jack-of-all-trades, then," </font>she chuckled. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"My mother often said that a wolf didn't need a fancy title to be important, that it really just got in the way."</font> She cocked her head, giving him another slight grin. <font style=" color: #a1cbde; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff;">"Still, that isn't always true. I'm sure you could achieve any rank you put your mind to."</font> Citlali herself wasn't a rank-climber by any definition. She was happy following others, pulling her weight and letting others make the big decisions. She did wonder in the back of her mind if, should she ever be free of Cruxer and Lucia, she could potentially seek to better herself, but she wasn't hopeful. She just didn't have it in her.


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Let it carry me
Through darkest night</DIV>


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