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He pushed her from thought: he had given enough generosity to his plum-minded kin. He’d left her in the commons, stood long enough to see her be swept into the company and possession of another. That was far more than his sire had ever blessed him with. Far more than Hectors’ favourite child truly deserved. While he found himself craving companionship, he knew their paths weren’t meant to continue along the same route. No, his bore him further from the traditional manner of survival—the unwanted bastard had long ago forewent wanting things like idyllic peace and the sanctity of things like frilly herds and wondrous lofty titles they oft carried. Following rumour and feral musk, he found the Lagoon: empty, forlorn, but there. His ears tilted towards its’ expanse seeking the outline or figures of others against the wane of winter. Nothing, nothing but soft echoes and fallen promise. A frown darkened the rebel’s expression, a bellow followed to summon any who’d be keen enough or there to greet the would-be recruit.

*crickets*

ARMANCE