Agora Hills

Ludovic met Absinth's unyielding gaze with a steady intensity, his mismatched eyes reflecting both acknowledgment and determination. Her words about emotions and control… they spoke to the internal struggles he often faced. The hidden ones. He remained silent, his expression a mix of contemplation and resolve, as if he were etching her advice into the very core of his being.

His puppy frame remained poised and controlled, proving the very lessons she imparted. The fiery red and monochrome hues of his fur seemed to ripple subtly with his breath as he maintained his control over his temperament.

Her grin and snarl were met with a calm, almost serene focus, a declaration that he would be the eye of the storm, harnessing his emotions and strength with the precision and control she demanded. As the eldest, he had to.


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