Despite the fact that some thought of Baltair as the more sociable twin, there could be no mistaking the dark past which haunted his heart. His scars had not come from nothing -- his tale was a tangled web of heartbreak and clashing skulls, just the same as his brother. The difference came in how they chose to cover up the scars that littered their hearts.
Will had chosen the path of anger. He kept to himself, confiding only in his twin. Balt, on the other hand, had chosen to hide his pain with sarcasm and good-naturedness. Though he grinned that charming grin of his, he could never forget the hurt of his past. Each scar felt alive and red-hot, as if the teeth had punctured his skin only yesterday. He would never forget, nor would he forgive. Under the snarky exterior, there lay a rageful beast with an infinite memory. Those who wronged him or his brother would find eternal damnation.
Baltair moved silently beside his brother through the densely wooded forest, his golden eyes flicking eagerly across the tangled mess of foliage stretched out before them. Balt liked the darkness of the forest, though he loathed the claustrophobia he felt when moving between such closely grown trees. He was a massive beast, and small spaces did not sit particularly well with him..
But he went wherever his brother went. There was never a question of that.
They had been following the scent of a lone female for some time. They had successfully crossed over the treacherous terrain without alerting the female to their presence for the entire time, their large paws muffling the sound of their steps behind her. And suddenly, snap.
Baltair froze, his hackles raised. Bloody brilliant, his thoughts echoed the spoken sentiment of his twin, and he tried to suppress the grin that bloomed over his face.
"Ah, shite."
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