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<center><div style="background: url('http://oi57.tinypic.com/qoc1hu.jpg') no-repeat bottom; width: 650px;"><div style="padding-right: 25px; padding-left: 25px; padding-bottom: 410px; padding-top: 25px; font-family: georgia; text-align:justify; font-size:12px; color: #372e57"> There was a moment when she would contemplate, would let her thoughts wander, and think of the threads upon which she could walk. The memory of the man hued from the sea rose in her thoughts, commanding in a way of surprise and intrigue. To bring about the possibility of stability where she had none, and the options of power, was a tempting offer. Andrastë and Abbadon had been on the run from their old pack for so long, the disciples of his teaching a cruel reality to the truth; that they would never truly find solace in the ranks. If they were to survive, if both were to survive, they would need to leave, and find their own way. And yet, no matter how strong they were, the world housed endless dangers, things that would wish to rob them of the very thing they sought. He may have seemed trustworthy, but there a harsh persona over her mind, a distance that placed itself between strangers. She did not know him, so it made her cautious. Yet, it made her curious, keen on the possibilities, and the image blessed upon her. To see a kingdom rise, and either set deep foundations, or crumble into the sea. It was these very questions that drove her from the swamps, leaving her now restless brother, to gaze upon this new world with scrutiny. Time to fall out of the shadows.
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She'd flown a great distance in those fleeting hours, high above the forests deep, her wings dampened as she past through the white cotton of the clouds above. From here, she would glide along the pull of the great current, the sea of the heavens, and allow it to take her where she may. She could see the clear glistening seas of the south, the golden forests of the north, and the rolling green of west. This place held a bounty of different worlds, all meshed together, heralded by the slopes of an immense peak. She could is it, spearing the clouds above, lost to her vision in this cast of light and wind. It was a commanding force, a great steep that drew the high wildling. She felt most at home on these slopes, high above, the expanse of surrounding lands stretched out before her. Andrastë liked to think ahead, and one such advantage to her people was the fact little could sneak up on them in their dwellings among the cliffs. Tucking in her left wing, she'd fall in a steep decline towards the cliffs edge, curious to gaze upon the spire of this new land. Perhaps, it would be a place of sanctuary, once her brother was capable of travel.

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<center><div style="background: url('http://i.imgur.com/nd51mH7.png') no-repeat bottom; width: 650px;"><div style="padding-right: 25px; padding-left: 25px; padding-bottom: 410px; padding-top: 25px; font-family: georgia; text-align:justify; font-size:12px; color: #f1d8c5">He'd taken leave from the realm of shadow and barbed pillars, desiring so to experience the world as it truly was, and not as he imagined it to be. The world of Vindico was an immense realm, a hidden cradle amidst the veil, lost from those beyond. Long had his hunger set him astray, so easily content with the shifting world, set in the boarders that rarely changed, and few still attempted to make it. It was not to say he had grown restless in his quiet retrieve, more, he wished to expand on his knowledge, to know that which others did not. It was because of this that once more he took track beyond familiar paths, into the stretching foothills of the peak, grazing along the boarder of neighbouring kingdom. He had heard little of those in rank since that day in which he prowled, and for that he was unsure as to whether he should be pleased or disappointed. Pleased in the way that this king was shaping up to be less than his previous notion had hinted, and disappointed in the fact that he had not heard of their well being. Rarely did he care for another, and it may not have been actual concern, and more intrigue of those he knew that stood within ranks.
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Whatever they held within those boarders, he would not intrude, not out of fear, but more so because he desired to keep away from a sinking ship if the waves swept out to drown. The pillars of their wood seemed desolate and still, hardly the place of a thriving pack. The scent faint yet present. Huffing, he would take no heed of such things, instead, turning to make his way up the slopes, the ashen pale stones reflecting the crimson flare of his bodice faintly. He remembered these steps, mere feet from his route the last time he had taken up the knoll. The belly of the mountain was far steeper, and yet, he found the stair upon which he had taken his previous climb, and with it, Andurïls treck was far swifter than the last time
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<center><div style="background: url('http://oi57.tinypic.com/qoc1hu.jpg') no-repeat bottom; width: 650px;"><div style="padding-right: 25px; padding-left: 25px; padding-bottom: 420px; padding-top: 25px; font-family: georgia; text-align:justify; font-size:12px; color: #372e57"> Along the great cliff she would glide, a shadow beneath her, copying each movement, pale plume dancing along the stones where the suns light past through her flesh. The air was just as frigid among these heights as it was within the cradle of clouds, the air rushing past her as she floated along. The due was drying, evaporating under the unrelenting heat above, casting her bodice in a radiant shimmer of light, water beneath the touch of rays. There was a sheer drop along the side of this mountain here, the face carved deep, leaving a straight away down to the shores below, a plummet no man could survive without anything to catch them. Speckling along, little hovels of the great birds roosted, their feathers lining nests within the belly of stone, the parents absent as they sought to provide for their young. She could hear the faint cries of the infants, locked away from the world, secure in all that could harm them in these fleeting moments of naivety. One day, they would take the fall, and instinct would command who lived, and who perished.
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Flexing her shoulders, she beat a faint tandem before her wings settled, stretching out to keep her body aloft. Her front legs coiled close, pressing into her breast, away from the open air, just as her hind toes curled in. Whereas the woman was one to sprawl along the warmth of the earth, Andrastë was one that kept her body taunt, giving her little drift against the head winds. It made even her most easy of cruises swift, and she’d have circled the mountains entirety before she spotted him. A crimson beast, setting forth to claim the heights. Cocking her head, she’d angle herself down once more, a sudden, stomach dropping plunge a hundred feet before she’d swoop back out, levelling as she neared the thing that drew her eye. A greedy beast, she noted his divine colour, the bright scale upon his legs that reflected the light from a distance. Just above him, a ledge gave way to a mouth of a cavern, and it would be that in which she’d settle, dropping the dozen feet suddenly, her wings fluttering behind her as a leathery cloak. Her paws hit the earth, her hind legs stretching out to catch her weight, even as she beat the heated kites, their veins hot with the blood in which fuelled them. Glancing down, she’d smirk, checking the mans ascent, her talons lovingly curling around the lip of the edge. <font style="color:#8b72a6;"><b>”You seem to be lost flightless one."</b></font>
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<center><div style="background: url('http://i.imgur.com/nd51mH7.png') no-repeat bottom; width: 650px;"><div style="padding-right: 25px; padding-left: 25px; padding-bottom: 410px; padding-top: 25px; font-family: georgia; text-align:justify; font-size:12px; color: #f1d8c5">Far above the earth below, he could see the expanse of the forests, the flat lands surrounding the mountains, and just a glimpse of the sea as he climbed ever higher, above the canopies of the wood. His thighs and shoulders burned, carrying his weight up the steep incline, and yet, Andurïl was in total peace. Here, in a place where the howling winds consumed all, he could pretend little existed outside this moment, lost in thought he was. Each step took him over the dusty terrain, his great lungs furnaces feeling the motions of his body. A massive beast, each decision was made in the deepest sense of energy consumption and waste, each destination a vital analysis to measure and gain, giving wing to the need of flesh. He’d grown hungry in the moments of one moment to the next, his habit of drifting from the waking world leaving him often without the reminder of food and necessity. Perhaps it was why he had left Silvis for a time, to seek places untouched by mortal hands. The creatures of the forest had always been cautious, such was the world they lived in. To see a creation such as he, prowling within and above the earth, it brought their instincts brewing forth, making it difficult to capture the fleeing morsels. Even still was the annoyance that he relied on rabbits, lizards and birds to give him strength. Deer were rare in the forest, and a rouges path was littered with danger, making such attempts a desire met with extreme caution. Even still, it was a insult to a man brought up on the hunt of master prey, the great antlers of elk and moose a common prize to his hoard.
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Humming, he’d pause in his steps, gazing up just in time to capture a glimpse of unnatural in his vision of monochrome hues. The colour of the sky just before the falling of dusk. He could feel the wind churning and it brought a halt to his steps, throat craning back to eye the edge above, aware of the ripples in the earth that announced anothers presence. When she appeared, his silver orbs would grace feathers and ivory staves, brilliant jewels piercing his hide with sharp daggers. She’d speak, and he’d look at her, only to move forward, risking collision if she did not retreat from the ledge. His curving talons would hook deep, pulling his immense frame up, the great sprawl of his tail spanning out, catching his weight from plummeting over the edge. Stepping forward, he’d seek her out, and capture the vision of a winged creation, a thing both grotesque and marvelling. Long stretches of bare flesh pulled thin along the sides of her body, folded and crinkled, fingers dragging through the earth at their heels. A body bedecked in dark hues, she was an interesting creature for sure, her body less of a wolf, and more of lengthy serpent, her tail long and full, her limbs short and slender, making room for the strength in her shoulders and the feathers along her back to act as rudders. She was made for the sky, made to fly, with every facet of her body whispering so. He’d remember her words, and he’d cock his head, taking a moment to look upward, only to pause and take in the mouth of a cavern he’d yet to take stock. <font style="color:#d01d49;"><b>”It is hard to become lost… when the peak is that in which I seek winged one,"</b></font> he’d rumble, following her example, and finding no reason to seek her name, and put such title to face. She was hardly something he would forget anytime soon.
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<center><div style="background: url('http://oi57.tinypic.com/qoc1hu.jpg') no-repeat bottom; width: 650px;"><div style="padding-right: 25px; padding-left: 25px; padding-bottom: 420px; padding-top: 25px; font-family: georgia; text-align:justify; font-size:12px; color: #372e57"> Up close, he was a massive thing, a man more divine with the marks of the blessed. He was without wings, so she knew he was lesser in the eyes of her people, and yet, she could appreciate a different kind of strength when she saw it. He towered over her, much like another such feathered man she had met, his own colours contrasting against his own in memory. Where brillant azure once lay, vermilion commanded both bodice and stilts, his scales tokens of blood along the stretch of rough flesh. Light danced along his body, looping out from stem to stern, eyes of the clearest pools gazing back upon her. Quite the impressive beast, one who was aware of his own presence, and yet, made no move to put it to practice. Perhaps, a confident one, needing no such acts, and yet, she would think he was not the type to parade about. He was closed off, he was calculating, what in the way he spoke, and the way he moved. She’d grin, backing up as he came into existence, coming to settle upon the outcropping, her own figure falling back as she settled on the cool earth, her rump set lightly upon stone and dirt.
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<font style="color:#8b72a6;"><b>”Yes, I suppose that would be true,"</b></font> she’d purr, finding amusement in his short phrases, even as she swept her tail out from behind her, looping its length out around her heels, the plum resting along her thighs. He seemed lost in the examination of his place, and so, Andrastë took the moment to see him, truly see him, as only that of her race could. His scent was a deep musk a scent from lands far away, wild in their texture, a creature without settling or place. A loner. Intriguing, to find one such as he untethered, an asset surely. She gazed upon him, sweeping probing eyes along his flanks, setting out imperfection and finding none. He didn’t seem damaged. <font style="color:#8b72a6;"><b>”Why do you seek such great heights. Surely… there is little to find so high above the land?"</b></font>
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<center><div style="background: url('http://i.imgur.com/nd51mH7.png') no-repeat bottom; width: 650px;"><div style="padding-right: 25px; padding-left: 25px; padding-bottom: 410px; padding-top: 25px; font-family: georgia; text-align:justify; font-size:12px; color: #f1d8c5">He could feel her eyes upon him, the way a collector would gaze upon an interesting subject, an item one could not help but decide if it was worth acquiring. Familiar he was with such a gaze, as often he was the one placing it upon another. Andurïl would turn back to her slowly, spires upon his dial rising, taking in the faintest of sounds around them, the rustle of the wind, the sounds of the earth, the faintest whisper of breath as she inhaled, only to exhale moments later. She had settle a distance away from her, and yet, she felt so very close, so intent she was on his figure, blushing eyes set upon his own stature, paying no mind to his own attentions. In those moments, he’d wonder what she was thinking, even as he cycled around slowly, his train dragging behind him where its weight made it impossible to keep aloft for any amount of time. When she spoke, he’d pause in his subtle movements, listening to her words, tasting their hint of difference, their textures unique to some far off land. She was a foreigner, she hailed not from this isle, and yet, she seemed perfectly comfortable in this feat. He wondered she came from, taking a moment to once more gaze upon the settled weight of contraption along her side. She’d flown surely, for how else would one make a trip between neighbouring kingdoms, where no shores were visible from the sands of beach
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<font style="color:#d01d49;"><b>”There is always something to acquire by seeking out new places. You can see… so much more from up high."</b></font> He’d taper off, thinking back to that moment amongst the tree tops, the light scent of another winged woman at his side. He’d seen the great forests stretching out all around him, and for once, he knew what it was like to hold the world in his hand. It made him curious, as to what he might find at the peak of the islands greatest height, and for that, he decided to make the climb. Looking back to the caves, he’d gaze into the darkness, the depths hidden beneath the shade, even as he turned back to her. <font style="color:#d01d49;"><b>”Is this place yours?"</b></font>
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<center><div style="background: url('http://oi57.tinypic.com/qoc1hu.jpg') no-repeat bottom; width: 650px;"><div style="padding-right: 25px; padding-left: 25px; padding-bottom: 420px; padding-top: 25px; font-family: georgia; text-align:justify; font-size:12px; color: #372e57">The faintest of sounds drove past his lips, giving rise to a thoughtful gaze in her own, a calculating look that seemed to measure the worth of his words, only to sigh and find truth in them. He had a way of speaking to be sure. And yet… looking out over the ledge, she’d look upon the world as he saw it, fastened to the earth, forever doomed to be beyond that realm in the sky that offered so much. A pitiful life he must leave, to never ride the zyphers, to never feel the anger of the storm beneath his body, to rise above the clouds where all was soft and still.
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Yet, all the same, there was a calmness to him, a means upon which he held himself that reminded her of the blue one. Were they related? Looking back to him, she’d take in the bulk of his body, the similarities and differences. A possibility, and yet, the slight shifts in overall stature made her want to say no, at least, to full blooded bond. Perhaps of another parent? Whatever it was, he was the second of a strange lineage, one she found intriguing in their evolutionary differences. As if, of a different chain, the feathered men of this world had evolved into something unique to these lands. It made her curious of what they were capable of. For strength lay in that in which sets apart the masses. Humming, seeming to agree with him, though truly not caring in the slightest of a landlocked beasts wishes to touch the heavens, Andrastë brought herself forward, the smooth curves of her talons touching the earth with each paw brought forward. <font style="color:#8b72a6;"><b>”Perhaps I shall accompany you than. It would be useful to see… this land in its entirety."</b></font> Smiling, a sharp curve of her lips, she’d fall back, the soft rustle of her wings tucking close to her body, only to pause of his own probing question. Glancing back, she’d look into the shadows, only to chuckle. <font style="color:#8b72a6;"><b>”No. It was mere coincidence I came upon such a place"</b></font>
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<center><div style="background: url('http://i.imgur.com/nd51mH7.png') no-repeat bottom; width: 650px;"><div style="padding-right: 25px; padding-left: 25px; padding-bottom: 410px; padding-top: 25px; font-family: georgia; text-align:justify; font-size:12px; color: #f1d8c5">He watched this odd woman, her silhouette a strange mix of soft fringe, and harsh edged leather. A creature made in the heart of primordial chambers, where the lost worlds yet linger. He could see the remnants of such a time still clinging upon her body, the structures beneath her features clinging to the perfection of open air, and yet, did not mould to the needs of the deep woods. A child born where the planes were still ancient, where the open lands yet clung to the lands that once held creatures far larger than those that walked today. Gazing at her, he took in the way in which the suns flare cast mauve wings into the pitch of night, their iridescent canvas’ darkened by the light. Horns glowed with the touch of pearls, hidden gems long lost in the darkness, only now coming to light. She was intriguing. He’d never seen something quite like her. Yet, all the same, it was surprising when she decided to walk his steps. Rarely did others so easily infiltrate the presence of anothers solitude, a man having long grown accustomed to the shadow upon heel. Andurïl wasn’t certain whether he wanted her to follow him, but than, looking to her expression, he found he probably wouldn’t have much of a choice. Humming, he’d turn around slowly, his steps careful along the lid that would take him tumbling down towards the foot of the mountain. <font style="color:#d01d49;"><b>”I would not wish to intrude upon your own journey. I doubt you would need to climb to such peaks to see this land."</b></font>
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His gaze shifted to the wings at her sides, taking in their lengths, impressive as they were. She seemed far bigger than she really was with them, the fire that dominated her gaze making her even more so.
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<center><div style="background: url('http://oi57.tinypic.com/qoc1hu.jpg') no-repeat bottom; width: 650px;"><div style="padding-right: 25px; padding-left: 25px; padding-bottom: 410px; padding-top: 25px; font-family: georgia; text-align:justify; font-size:12px; color: #372e57">He would speak, in that odd quiet manner of his, bringing her eyes away from the darkness, towards his being cloaked in brilliant light. He was the most peculiar creature, born of feathers, yet, without wings upon his flank. Truly, he would have been a beautiful specimen had he come complete. A pity. Cocking her head, Andrastë stepped away from the cave, her smile amused as she drew close, caring not for the strangers opinion on companionship. Perhaps he was just the polite type, the ones who preferred to keep to themselves. It wasn't to far from belief, what with his location high above the forests edge, his steps silent and lonesome, yet, looking none the more put off by lacking company. Whatever the fact may be, this Anduríl had drawn her attention, one she would take great pleasure in unearthing the secrets, perhaps a toy to play with in the days to come as her brothers strength returned to him. Now that he was awake after all, he hardly needed his sister to sit around and defend him from things that went bump in the night. He was definitely grumpy enough.
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Chuckling, she came up to his side, her tail sweeping the edge of the cliff, looking him over with slow, gliding scrutiny. <font style="color:#8b72a6;"><b>”Don’t worry sir. I have nothing else to be doing. Besides, better to have another set of eyes when gazing upon the world the first time. You never know what you’ll see.”</font><b>That said, she’d turn around, stepping over the loose soil, skimming the line of the caverns ceiling, flailing out her wings to keep balance as the incline grew. It was still a ways to go until they made it near the roof of this island, an unusually tall peak this mountain was. From their current elevation, Andrastë could see the dappled patterns of the differing woods, the deep greens to pale yellows, the tawny sands of the beaches to the faint murky swamps to the east. She paid close attention to those dismal lands, knowing where her greatest strength yet lay. Sniffing, she’d throw a teasing glance behind her, catching the crimson shadow in her peripherals. <font style="color:#8b72a6;"><b>”Come along than Anduríl, before the sun sets to low to be of any use.”</font></b>
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