'Elendil, awaken, it is time to wake up my dear, you have much to do.'

A strange voice was speaking to him, but he did not know who it was, and then it was followed by the sound of glass shattering, and the sensation of falling. It was somewhat like flying if only for a few moments followed by the pain of falling on the ground.

The young cub opened his eyes and saw the world for the first time. Looking around he saw the world wreathed in mist and shadow, and where most would have been afraid, for often mist and shadow hides things that are not always kind to strangers, it filled him with a sense of comfort.

The misty tendrils reached out to him and whispered against his fur, and the feeling would become a life long comfort to him. He looked around and saw the roots of an immortal tree, slashing the ground with its gnarled growths. A strong and mighty sentinel in the middle of a world of shade and mist.

He could not hear anyone or see anyone close by and looked behind him to see a stump of shattered crystal. That was strange, until he felt the crystal fragments clinging to his fur, and he realized that he had been in that crystal, but had been awakened, or simply hatched. It was a strange thought but seemed to be the natural thing in this world.

He shook his fur and realized he was hungry, and from there instinct took over until he had somehow managed to catch himself a rabbit and falling upon it, devoured it in a few bites before looking around the world. He felt a pull in his chest and decided that he would explore this new world and see what it had to offer, the thought excited him as his paws took him forward into his new life.

It had not been long since his creation, his little wanderings on tender robin foot carry him not far from where he had first appeared upon the word so dutifully. He would stumble over some things. Ungraceful in his plight to journey far and wide in search of something of meaning. The little robin, despite his blessings was perhaps miserable (perhaps he simply could not see the meaning in life as others did) For somewhere majestic and graceful of whom used their glory and stature to shape the world around them, Most unlike himself the little wendigo of whom stayed latched to the shadows as if they were a breathing part of his form. There where no stars as far as he was concerned. No stars. Alas loneliness hit him like a brick and as he made his way upon these aimless travels he found his feet become increasingly harder to make move. Oh Atticus, the unfortunate little denizen of whom had all the time in the known universe to sit and mill upon his woes. He stopped upon seeing the other. His expression neutral, unfeeling. Cold. For the first time Atticus felt cold. Discovering himself and seeing he was not entirely the best of persons was a blow to his confidence and where as he would expect to feel curiosity or even fear upon meeting a canine, the bird merely felt nothing, nothing but the pressing emptiness and the steady tick of time. The bird would say nothing of course. Atticus was not one for words, he would remain silent. Empty. Lifeless. Fluffing his feathers he felt the drawl of his beak through rich down before once again locking his burgundy eyes upon that of his discoveries. "…..............." although no words would come forth his thoughts said a single thing 'How curious.'

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The wolf cub was not unaware of the robin with blood red eyes, and when the wolf cub looked upon the bird, he felt an ache in his chest. Why did the winged creature have such a look of loneliness in his eyes? He did not look much older than himself, yet there was sadness in his eyes.

The wolf cub suddenly wanted to take the sadness away from this bird, for it was such a deep sadness, he felt sad himself, "My feathered friend, please tell me, why is there such a look of profound sadness in your eyes? I would be honored to hear your tale, for stories are a great love of mine," he called to the bird.

Perhaps the melancholy bird could use a friend, a comrade perhaps.

Atticus was not expecting a response from the other, he was perhaps almost a little startled by it, if someone like him could be startled by words. "…...." he remained silent whilst his mind played a game of words, of what he would say the robin was not certain. However as the bird relaxed to the situation he deemed the youth before him as much of a threat as air. He would at least humor his comrade in existence. "…....what is there to say?" He would utter. His tone unwelcoming. Almost ironic for such a little bird. "…...there is nothing to say." As if to answer his own question Atticus would hiss his response. However he did not run at the other, nor chase him away. Despite his tone it was clear the agitated looking robin yearned for the company of the other. Stretching his wings in a swift motion, he let them rest loosely upon his sides. There was no need for an escape when the confrontation came from those of whom lived no longer than oneself. Perhaps Atti felt almost bad he chose not to engage in the motions youth would engage upon, and instead creep to dark words from a dark little light that rested inside the little bird with the vermillion eyes.

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The wolf smiled at the bird, "Well, I am new to this world, and could use a friend to travel this world with. If it is alright with you that is," the young pup rumbled.

Truth was, he was lonely too, this world seemed really big, and though he felt the wanderlust start to take hold of him, he also felt the longing of wanting companions. A pack he could call home, and where he or they went, the rest would follow. That type of life was one that he thought was worth living.

Atticus took a step back upon the mans words 'he Is surely upfront...' and despite his youth the robin found himself reluctant to share a passing friendship with the companion he did not know. This bird was a cautious and callous creature, far too intelligent for the likes of blind walking and other assorted problematic conclusions. Alas the skinwalker would tilt his head and now fix such eyes of red upon the other. "…....." Silence, silence and then; "….everything is finite." his words would sound hollow as he tossed them from his throat, rough, gutteral, bitter. Atticus did not know weather to mind his attitude or merely run along with it. "…....if we were to form companionship it too would be finite." he added, perhaps the most he had spoken since the beginning of the conversation. Perhaps he would negotiate with the other. Atticus did not want friends, but he did need protection. Little birds don't last long to the claws of savage beasts, despite the brutal bloodsports that robins seem intent on engaging in.

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The young wolf's face took on a pensive look, "Aye, that be true. Everything does come to end, but why not make it an adventure to that end?"

Truth be told, the young wolf could already feel the wanderlust start to take him again, and the pull was strong and he yearned to start moving, yet there was something about the little bird that drew him. "I will be honest with ye, ye look like you could use some protection. The world won't be kind to someone of your size, and I yearn for companions, perhaps we could help one another."

"We could work together, I can't fly but you can, and I'm going to grow given time, we could aid one another in our travels, what do you say?"

"…...........very well." The silence was thick in his tone as he spoke so empty. The other made too much sense to Atti for him to deny the males request. He was just a bird however with a wolf at his feet he would much less be a bird and much more be the skinwalker he so wished to be. Atticus, the wendigo, the fallen, the frostmourne. Ah the young bird reveled in the titles of his future glory. "…......I am Atticus." The robin would utter mournfully. "…..and you shall be loyal to me lest I destroy you man. For think not that I am afraid of those of whom tread far greater than i." The little robin would growl. A sign of warning. However his downy feathers were fluffed in his agitation and tiny wings would brace his sides in a sybol of his disgruntled nature. He looked far more an angry dandelion than that of any great threat and despite the words and the dominance the little thing so required he was oh so grateful to feel perhaps a little less alone than he was deemed was true.

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The black wolf cub, mercifully, had a knack for hiding his emotions, so that when in all of his bravado, demanded his loyalty, rather than looking the fearsome warrior, the tiny bird looked like puff ball.

The wolf dipped his head, "Loyalty is something that must be earned, it is not something given lightly. I give you my loyalty in exchange for yours. My friendship for yours, my companionship for yours. A fair and equal trade I should think," he rumbled.

"I am called Aragorn," he rumbled, the name coming unbidden to his mind, almost as if that had been his name for eons rather than the few days the young cub had walked the world.

"…....I cannot give you anything of mine." The bird would utter. "….....I'm not one for fair play." With that the cold hearted little robin would turn his gaze away from the wolf, the contract had been broken in the birds eyes and it was all or nothing. Atticus was the very apitome of 'a bad time' and as the little bird agreed not with the motions betrayed before him he knew that to have himself available as a travel partner the other would truly have to give so that he could take. His gaze was dull, dreary, fixed upon the background in an intense haze. He took a few steps forth on wry legs. Upon the others name he would stop, he truly did not care for the other at this point but the cruel bird would turn around regardless "…...your name is silence to my auds." Robins didn't make friends, they much rather made enemies and despite the others mercy, Atti felt nothing but the pressing cold of the breeze and the uncomfortable feeling of being watched. 'you will never befriend me' The birds thoughts would utter and like a fallen leaf from the trees of autumn he would watch, a dull glare upon his face.

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