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My Side of the Story- [Collision]



Collision

Loner

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Male
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04-17-2013, 03:42 PM

Ages and ages had passed since the man that had arrived upon the Valhallan borders was actually within' the lands. Within' Alacritia as a whole. When he had disappeared, yes, Collision was a man, however, he was no king, and he was no leader to anyone. Instead, he was merely the adoptive son of a Queen and her King. It put him in a wry spot, and regardless of the thought process he wanted to have, Chronos had not left during Collision's reign, and fact of the matter was, he was not going to be put to fault for something he had next to no control over.

Upon the loud call that resounded through the Valhallan atmosphere the lord would quickly prompt himself into action and swift paws would deliver him across the Earth. There was a grace and fluidity to his step that, even he himself, had thought was just something only certain wolves could have, and while that was true to a point, the regalia of it was a characteristic reflecting upon persona, not reflecting on anything less than the aforementioned. He could see the black man in the distance and with the attempt to attain clarity he would clear his throat and on swift legs he would deliver himself, and finally, he would halt before the lad.

Head would nod to him in greeting and nothing more than a deep chuff would rumble from his diaphragm. He had certainly come a long way, however, Chronos himself was as stoic as time had allowed. There was a wonder some sort of development, and though Collision did not know what to expect from the blue-eyed vagabond, he would be welcoming. So long as Chronos did not walk in expecting everything he had once had back. Collision was in power and there was a different order to things, a fresh start for members new and old. He would begin at the bottom of the totem pole and work himself up. Just as everyone else had. That was, if he had come to attempt re-acceptance.