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"Teddy. We don't have a lot in common physically; he's a little taller and he's way more muscular than I am, and his shoulders are broader. He's a little hardier than I am in that way. He has brown eyes instead of green. The only thing we really share is the hair: jet black and kinda messy, though his is shorter than mine. He's a sweet guy, unlike me." He smiled slightly, looking down at Renegade's mane. "He wouldn't hurt a fly unless it was picking on me... He's kind of a pushover that way."

"My oldest brother is Taka. He has long brown hair and gentle green eyes. Karasu has hair and eyes like mine. He is kinda rude without meaning to be... but I still love them both. I haven't seen them since I was very little." Isamu frowned and stared blanklybat the sky.

"You ever think about finding them?" he asked gently, looking over at Isamu.

"Im a hunter... but I make sure to use as much as I can from each animal. I also only sell what I hunt to people I trust... and to people who need it. Usually I charge much less than any market would..."

"I do but... I wouldn't even know where to start. They left on a trip one day and never came back. I try not to think about why... I know they wouldn't just abandon me..."

"Where were they going? That's normally a good place to start."

"I use every part of the animal that I hunt, but unfortunately I sometimes have to leave some remains to other predators. I would sell them, but I don't think people would like to see me in a village or city at all." Raylmar then chuckled at the thought.

"They were going on a trip to sell some animal skins I believe. I have no idea where they were headed. I was left at the house... with... my parents.." Isamu had hated his parents. They were cruel and terrible people.

"I enjoy hunting... and I would like to think that I am pretty acceptional at it... most hawkling are." She jumped over a fallen tree trunk and continued walking along next to Pharoah.

"Maybe go to the place where they were supposed to head off and ask around? Although I really shouldn't be telling you anything. I'm a tracker but I haven't exactly found my own brother yet..."

"I learned how to hunt at a young age and enjoyed it, so I've been doing it for hundreds of years." Raylmar said, smiling slightly.

"Thats the problem... I donn't know where they headed off to. I was very young when they left and so I don't really remember all that much."

"In hawkling tadition, being a great hunter is a power status. The better the hunter, the more powerful the hawkling. To show hunting skills we wear feathers in our hair."

"Yeah, I dunno," he said, rubbing his chin. "I'd have to think about this a while to come up with an idea."

"Well that's interesting, mind if you tell me more about hawklings?" He asked her.

"Well, female hawkling are the ones hat wear feathers in their hair. They are feathers from their mate's kills. The more exotic the feathers are the better hunter and tracker their mate is. Also, vulture and eagle feathers are of high status because of how difficult and dangerous obtaining them can be."

"I have given up for now... if I was meant to see them again some day then it will happen on it's own... I think."

"Why are they so difficult?" He asked, then looked at her feathers.

"Well... have you ever seen the size of their tallons? They are massive!" She fiddled with the beautiful feathers that decorated her hair.

"I dunno. I've always felt the need to take control of my life... I may just be distancing myself from him but I can at least say I tried my hardest."