Horrible Kids

*Enigma* · 02-20-2017, 06:00 PM

Engrossed in his thoughts, he almost missed the scent that wafted past his nose. Almost. There were many things in this world that the man did not forget, and scents were among those many things. His head swiveled to face in the direction he figured the scent was coming from, and no sooner did he see that foreign form approach. Of all the spawn his father had, this one was truly the most odd. He had no idea how such a thing had even come into existence, he was so different. So abnormal...unless his mother had some strange genes in her family, because his father's side had no such bizarre qualities like this that he could recall. Head lifted, ears lazily catching the single word that fell from the oddities lips. For a long while, Enigma simply stared without a word. He was as still as a statue, no movement save for the light touch of the breeze on his fur and the tiny bits of ash that stuck to him.

"Ganta." At last, he uttered his name. Still, he did not draw closer nor did he say anything else as he stared at him with a wild look in his eye. This creature bore no resemblance to him. Yet it still called him brother. What did that word even mean anymore? Forsaken had claimed the brother spot until he decided to keep disappearing. And Paradox as well. "Tell me...brother," He hissed, tail slowly beginning to lash. "How have you been?"

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