I'm Just Running From The Violence

The youth spoke. And Acere listened. His gaze was fixed heavily upon the youth, and at first, he seemed unsure. But that would quickly dissolve into something of determination. A sense washed over Acere, and he couldn't help but be reminded of his brother. He stood stock still, the breeze ruffling his coat, though no muscle moved. This boy felt way too familiar. Almost as if he already knew him, and yet...they had never met. Acere was two years this kids senior, but he couldn't help but feel reminded of...Elias...

The once king stepped took a step towards him, towering over the youth just like he towered over everyone else he once knew. His gaze sought and held the boys with a certain intensity. His words hadn't gone unheard, but the male needed to know just who this was. "You, who is your father?" His nostrils flared trying to find the underlying scent of his parents. But all he could really smell was the boys pack scent, and the scent of another that he could not quite figure out...perhaps he was mistaken. Or perhaps the scent was just too muddled with the others to find it.

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