AND HE SANG ABOUT WHAT I'D BECOME ; private

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Ilijas watched the bluebird flutter away, idly wondering what it was like to be a bird and have the ability to take off into the sky at any whim. He decided, after some brief consideration, that that was far from the lifestyle he desired and returned his attention to Beatrice, caught off guard by her suddenly offensive stance. What succeeded in shocking him even more was his body's natural reaction to such, his claws escaping their sheathes and his lips pulling back to reveal his own teeth bared and ready. How.. how perplexing. He was mild-mannered at most and hadn't really entertained the idea of engaging in fights. This was new to him. New and alarming.

He willed himself to calm as the female his opposite did the same, though there was no hiding the distress that embraced his gray features. [b][color=gray]"My apologies," He began, his voice distant, [color=gray]"I don't know what came over me." Perhaps the old him, the him that was currently hidden under the fog of amnesia, had made a startling reappearance for a mere second. Or perhaps he was just weary and more on guard than he thought he was. Whatever the reason, he apologized and could move forward from his embarrassing blunder.

[color=gray]"I'll confess that it's mildly disturbing that they're already talking about me but if you're sure that it's all good things..." He rumbled, halfway to himself, [color=gray]"And the clans? I'm not sure that I know what those are nor do I know exactly where I came from. I suppose I'm looking for my family." He was a man of truth and refused to lie unless doing so was direly needed. [color=gray]"What all have they been saying about me?"