The world's a gun
07-22-2016, 12:25 AM
The time for brooding over what was lost was over. He hadn't been in a fight since the war, since everything fell apart, so it was time to return to his roots and put his print on the earth again. He wasn't going to let his father die in vain, and the time for revenge would soon come down on the enemy and all those associated with the enemy like lightning. As the male paced the battlefield in search of a fight, he would pause in his stride as the call of one seeking a fight reached his ears.
Moving towards the caller, he couldn't help but feel like it was familiar to him. But why? Sharp gaze would soon find out. The alabaster male would stop several feet away to find the timber form of someone he did indeed recognize, and for a moment he was taken by surprise. That is, until the scent of the man hit him like a wall. A greedy smirk split inked lips, his own posture steady and unmoving but his features sharp and eyes cold. "So, decided to side with the enemy eh, Xephyris?" He scoffed, hackles bristling as he wrinkled his nose at the stench of the cripples son.
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