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The hybrid's feet scrambled for a hold on the mountain as he slid, hands flailing out to the sides in hope of holding on to some small vestige of balance, while the rocks tumbled below him. The face here was simply a slope down to the next plateau, but his intentions had not been to even go down that way. There was a short gap between where he had been and where he'd been intending to go, and Andre had originally thought that getting a good leap would land him on the next cliff over. He had severely misjudged the gap and had landed on the decline, thankfully still on his feet. He'd stood still for about ten seconds, relaxed, and the minute he moved one foot an inch, the world had gone downward.
The bottoms of his feet burned somewhat from sliding on the sandy stone, but the minute he was close to the plateau, he turned his body full down the mountain and jumped, landing on one knee and likely bruising it severely while his other foot came down and caught him. He winced somewhat at the dull ache, licking his lips at the masochistic pleasure that flooded him for a moment beginning from that banged knee, as his head lifted to observe the clouds that blotted out the sun above.
Beyond there, where the ash still gently coated the mountain from the wildfire north-east of there, spread the New Lands. Andrezej Lykoi could care less for them, but his attempt to clear the mountain and go back for his coveted blade had definitely proved quite impossible. That, in itself, was irritating, to say the least.
Grumbling to himself, he turned in search of a way back down the mountain face, back down to the sand where he had taken up residence in the Waste, there so he could watch the progress of Inferni from a distance.
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A cool breeze drifted past him as he scouted the foothills for small mammals he could snatch up for his lunch before continuing on his way to scout the rest of the area and survey more of the mountainside. A familiar scent flooded his nostrils as another gust reached him, but it was one that no longer merged with the equally familiar scent of Inferni. Curious, he looked up to the mountain's face to see an older, larger Andrezej. Jesile was still unaware of the (dangerous) tendencies of the hybrid, and in gazing up at him, there was no wary, pent-up potential hostilities. He did not flick his ears back in caution, and his hairs did not bristle at the thought of him, but nor did he smile. It had been a long time since he had smiled at the sight of anyone, he realized. Not since Faolin, or maybe Empusa.
Averting his gaze in order to focus on where his feet should go, he leapt gracefully onto a nearby ledge, and carefully overstepped a rather large crevice in the rock. He abandoned his search for a snack and decided to continue picking his way along the lower regions, remaining attentive to the location of the hybrid. Spying a rather large out-cropping some distance up the mountain, he scaled his way toward it with agility and precision. The champagne-eyed coyote sat, then, and craned his neck to the position of Andrezej.
What happened to Inferni then, eh? he called, not quite interested in the clan itself at the moment, but curious instead as to why Andrezej was not a member any longer.
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[html]His eyes dropped upon the seated figure of Jesile and, for a moment, he was almost compelled to shove the other youth off his little perch. He grabbed the urge on cusp of its manifestation and tossed it to the ground, reminding himself that it was important that he remain in contact with at least one person who could learn more about the clan and its upkeep. He, of course, couldn't do it himself anymore. Having been banished, he was almost completely at a loss for updates, and they were required if he was to take down Gabriel.
The clan doesn't want one like me, he assured the other, his voice surprisingly level despite the gnawing desire to harm that sat in his gut. He sat down cross-legged across from Jesile, cold eyes fixed upon the former Inferni member, with his tail draped almost elegantly down behind him. And you haven't gone to meet them in the Waste. What gives?
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