I'm Just Running From The Violence
Acere
Master Fighter (275)
Master Intellectual (245)
Knight
13+ Years
Male
131
Dragon Mod
The path ahead of him would always remain unknown. The brute had been left without a purpose, a former king torn from his throne and everyone he loved ripped away. Crimson gaze stared at the ground, each large paw leaving large indents as the heavy brute walked. He had no aim. No purpose, as young as he was, he felt....old and lost and tired. He missed his old brethren...Elias...Eliana...despite all that had happened between them, he wished to see them. Would they ever forgive him? Would they ever forgive each other? He growled at himself. How stupid could he be to think that? The things they were forced to do back then were unforgivable.
It was then he heard a howl loud and strong ring across the plains, and slowly Acere would raise his head in that direction. Whoever it was, wanted something. A fight, obviously. He thought about it, and almost debated just ignoring it and walking away. But the way that call was, he couldn't ignore it. What did he have left to lose?
The gargantuan male would soon come upon a rather large yearling. Crimson gaze looked him over, noting his stance, the way he held himself. Every little detail he could glean from the youth. He had seen that look before. The way he stood. The way his voice had sounded. For a long moment, he didn't think he'd ever see someone like that again. Was it just coincidence? Or were the fates toying with him? "What is it you seek?" He questioned. The youth could interpret it anyway he wanted, but Acere had to know.
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