We've never really spoken but

*Vereux* · 05-29-2015, 09:12 AM

This place nearly looked like the scrap pile that he picked up his necklace in. The item he no longer had, and was replaced by a scar that stretched across his neck. The male was filled with memories he could have left behind in many moments. His tail waved behind him as he shuffled through various scraps of the strange metal material in the sands and grass. His single emerald eye would look across the land to the borders of another pack. If he remembered correctly, it was one of his relatives that ran it.

The only family member he had spoken to in such a long time was Athena, and they were on thin ice at the moment. He would tilt his head to the side, what did most of his family think of him. After their father had left them all in Vereux's head he didn't know whether to hate his father or love his father. He obviously felt betrayed by his mother but, the armada blood that ran through his veins just kept calling to him in certain moments. It made the male sigh.

?I speak?

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