Team Free Will

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With the air so light from altitude and clogged with water, it was hard even for a wolf to distinguish scents. Cross had no idea there was any other creature out there until, suddenly, a young feminine voice broke through the strange, unearthly silence. Cross looked ahead, squinting until his green eyes seemed to glow. There was someone else there. Her words were strange, he supposed he did look rather like a ghost what with his coloring. And besides, what sort of normal wolf hangs out in a place such as this. Hmmm... could say the same for her though. Was it really a wolf, or was this one of those mountain-spirits said to lure people away with sweet voices? Cross wasn't really one for fairytales. His childhood had ended long ago. Back when he'd watched Ithurial have her eyes ripped out and heard the murderous rogue known as Sixx scream for mercy before he was slammed down onto a bristling shard of pine wood. Gods how those scenes still poisoned his dreams. Even his waking hours sometimes. They'd shocked him into a prolonged silence that he was only now beginning to creep out of. Around his family and pack there was no pressure to speak, but around strangers, well, things were usually different.

Cross had raised his head, tail twitching at the end of it's length as he took in the form of a grey-black girl with interest. She almost looked like she could've been one of his family with that coat of hers. Face, still rather impassive, he cocked his head slightly. "I'm no one you know," he said quietly, voice a little rough from lack of use, but still obviously too young for so large a frame. "Why? Do you see ghosts too?" The tones were subdued, grave even. He didn't exactly mean ghosts in the literal sense - he wasn't insane, he didn't see figures rising up form the solid earth. But he was haunted all the same.




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