crossing lines

Pressed against the tree with labored breathing Plague couldn't help but to notice the stranger's approach. An inky male with green eyes and a hefty scar upon his face. The Prince offered a small squint as he figured the Armada Wolf wasn't just going to turn the other way. In the back of Plague's mind he wished desperately for the male to just ignore him. Not only did he not want someone to see his negative emotions he also just did not want to partake in any sort of small talk. The young Abraxas-Klein boy usually held himself straight and tall with a cool demeanor. He was the young face of his mother's Empire and wanted to ensure the picture was always up to standard. While some of his other siblings got into trouble he worked hard to be a proper example of their bloodline. Yet, in these moments the boy looked as if he was ready to burst.

'Hello, young Klein.' Plague raised his head as his breathing seemed to calm a bit. He stood tall with just a few inches on the stranger. But, he still has his youthful lankiness with a slim and athletic figure. 'You don’t seem like the kind that wishes to stand still.' It was true. When Plague stood still his thoughts got the better of him, it was usually better to just keep going forward. "What is it to you?" There was something within the boy that was revealing itself. The desire to delve into a fight at a moments notice. If he won or lost it didn't matter. It was the act of feeling that pleasurable adrenaline fill his body.

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