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it's all good. 
Whatever grace and agility Fatin had blessed him with presented itself now as the two promenaders made their way through the streets of the abandoned city. Though his steps weren't as charming and effortless as the pixie's, he kept up well enough. The music he heard was far different than the tune she beat her feet to, but yet their contrasting steps blended and moved together as if the moment was staged. While her tune was of a more sophisticated design, his took him back to bonfires and moonlight, howling and singing tribal songs depicting the days when wolves only danced on four legs. Though it set his soul on fire, he never stopped letting the dark wolfess lead him to where-ever.
And then they broke away from the street and traversed, still dancing, down an alley. Her alluring command warranted a silent compliance from Endymion. Perhaps if it had been another night he would have taken a moment to consider what he was doing and where the stairs could possibly lead. It, however, wasn't. He waited, mouth curved in an admiring smile, until she was a few steps up the stairs before he followed after her. A rough, woodsy hum suddenly elicited itself from his throat, filling the quiet air with a melody that refused to be supressed.
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