One Shot

He mulled over the many thoughts that crossed his mind. Of his brother. Of Tyranis. Of Ignis and Actaea. The pack he wanted to create. He didn't quite know which direction he wanted to lead the pack, but he supposed it depended on who he would be leading to begin with. He didn't have many solid ideas to it quite yet, but each day that passed. Each encounter he had. Every word, thought, and feeling that came, it slowly formed into something towards it. Focused in his aimless wanderings and the thoughts, he almost missed the sight of the the younger Male until his path was blocked. Raising his head to see his nephew greeting him, he was almost taken aback. He had never formally met Miach, but he could not miss the blood red gaze that mirrored his own. The stench of Elias' blood in his veins. He had wondered what became of those who once followed Ruina...did this boy still chase after his fathers teachings? "Miach. It's been a while. I wondered what had become of the rest of you," His demeanor was neutral. At least until he knew what side Miach stood on.

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