.:Questioned Thoughts:.
There was no sense in fighting against his future; it was already certain death but eventually we all die and return to our former state. Right? It suddenly occurred to the brute that he was bound for Hell, there would be no one to commemorate his passing, not that he cared. No one had cared for him since he was a young pup and he knew nothing different. There was no den to return to at night only the random place that allowed for cover and sometimes he went days without sleep. He figure was sleek very little scarring in his childhood, but of the scars he had they were prominent. A pink slash that ran from his scruff to his paw, a memory of the battle he chose to fight. No mercy was shown to either competitors but only one was due for success. It is obvious my reader that the lad came out on top, but not without a price. No battle is fought cleanly, there is always blood spilled from both.
Airon’s eye glimmered in the light of the dying sun; his grey eyes were now the colour of the sunset. Nothing phased the brujo, the faint steps of the Brute behind him only registered in his mind as a passerby. The steps stopped behind and slowly back away. Airon’s ears flicked backwards to catch more sound but it had ceased. He rose to his pillars and turned towards him, he scanned his body. It was obvious the lad had been in training or fighting; No emotion registered across Airon’s face as he looked back at the eyes of the male. They were a pale grey that looked empty, disinterested in his presence his words confirmed that, I will leave soon.. Airon moved towards the red stained figure, Are you in any condition to leave? I do not mean to pry into your life, but your condition seems unstable. You look underfed, starved, and dehydrated. Airon paused to listen for an answer, the red warrior was intellectual and somewhat of royalty as it seemed. It was rude of me not to introduce myself, I am Airon. May I ask of your title? The brujo needed to rest but Airon wouldn’t force anything upon the boy; His figure moved away to allow for space. He sat down and invited the stringent to sit as well.
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