Horrible Kids
Enigma stood still as stone, did not draw any closer… though there was a look in his gaze holding a wild look. Ganta narrowed his silvery-white eyes, body tensing as he put up his guard. He was no fool, and wouldn’t ignore signs that his brother might do something. In a lot of ways Enigma reminded Ganta of their father… of Sin. The younger wolf didn’t flinch, nor did he back down, however, as he continued to gaze at his older sibling. Enigma and his littermates had never viewed him, Shiro, or Obscoro as siblings when they were young.
“I suggest you watch the attitude, ‘nigma.” The words rolled off his tongue easily, a cold, calm tone as he noticed his brother’s tail begin lashing back and forth. “I’ve been on my own, probably the same as you.” At least in regards to their family. Ganta flicked both ears back, his eyes narrowing slightly. If Enigma wouldn’t respond kindly then why should he? He’d been foolish to think his brother might care in the first place… |
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