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Crux was no tour guide; He wasn't especially interested in giving Illyria some grand review of Alliria, as if she were some starry-eyed tourist from the armpit of The Black Bay. He was ready to tell her as much too, that ever-present snarl smeared across his face curling as he turned his head to...

She died, without another word. There was some part of Crux, some sliver of humanity deep within him that felt a shred of remorse at her last experience being his incessant questioning. That he'd not even agreed to find her missing brat before death stole her away. It manifested itself as no...

Crux briefly raised his brows at Illyria took initiative. She'd been content to be an aide until now, likely in no small part due to how out of her element she was. Crux knew there was a more commanding side to her though, one borne of the Wolf she'd spent so long in the shape of. It was...

Under any other circumstance Crux would have balked at the idea of using Ria as some glorified bloodhound. It mattered not if such tasks suited her talents, when he'd grown to see her as so much more than a tool, or the wolf she'd been when first they'd met. To Crux, she was equal, the first...

The wise thing to do would have been to find an opening; To sneak inside without being detected and track who or whatever had concealed themselves within this shoddy excuse of a hideaway to question them, interrogate them if neccesarry. It was a shame then, that Crux had no intent of being wise...

Honestly, Crux wasn't completely sure what he'd hoped her to find, either. Illyria had superior senses, though, and he was counting on that to at least point him in a general direction. Perhaps he was winging it, but it simply wasn't in his nature to admit when he wasn't in complete control of a...

Crux could tell well how uncomfortable Illyria was without need for words; The tight grip of her fingers as they locked snugly with his own was a silent admission of her fear. While he'd never admit it, even Crux felt his pulse quicken, being so hot on the trail of something that had, through...

No sooner had Crux's feet hit the ground had Illyria pressed herself into his side, latching onto him as he circled the wagon towards the alleyway that the cat had darted into, between an old stonework building and what looked to be an abandoned shack, complete with frayed wooden boards...

He'd never seen somebody marvel at a place considered by many to be the armpit of the city; Illyria gazed in awe and wonder of the slums as if they were the glimmering gilded streets of Dornoch's innermost gardens. Crux supposed it made sense, though. Before now, that settlement by the portal...

"Overwhelming... Yeah, I suppose it is." Crux grumbled, recalling the first time he'd gotten lost between the layered walls of the city. "There's people who've lived here for years who still get lost. I was one of them, for a long while." As they neared the massive city, one could begin to...

The feeling of sharp talons digging against his skin through his clothing was a far more startling sensation to Crux than the portal opening and wrapping itself around them. Reality seemed to peel away around them, layer by layer like tearing parchment. Gusts of cold wind beat against the sides...

Proximity had never been something that Crux regarded with anything but annoyance. People being too close to him, touching him, forcing him to acknowledge their presence... It was all bothersome, until Illyria slid herself close, ran her hand over his lap and pressed her leg to lean against his...

If he didn't know that Illyria had lived like a wolf for so long he might have taken her nod to his scent to be an insult. It still wasn't exactly what he'd call a compliment, but rather an admission of vulnerability, of feeling at ease in his presence. Only a few days ago, both of them had been...

It was an unexpectedly uneasy sensation, being out in the open again after spending the night in the far more preferable setting of Illyria's bed. Only after opening himself emotionally to another did he realize how much effort he'd been putting into cutting off the world around him. When they'd...

It seemed a silly and pointless sentiment, pondering over the possibility of growing oranges and making juice out of them. Were it any other person speaking the words Crux would have thought them a simpleton. It wasn't lost on him, though, the weight behind Illyria's thoughts. It was a...