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Loyalty. Devotion. These were things Larkspur understood. Yet he saw weakness, and weakness was something that drove Larkspur to doubt. He was a simple beast, one that understood the laws of the world in white and black. This was unsuitable here, and though he would not admit it, Larkspur did not belong. He was destined to live in a world outside of this place, a world in the mountains that was as simple and as mad as he himself was. This was why he had been chosen. He and Haku were kinfolk though the shadow that clung to them.
Larkspur saw the darkness as strength still, and could not stand to see a that his truth had been wrong. The growl was a warning, but to Larkspur, it was a challenge. Hair rose along his spine, making his body seem larger then it was, and his muzzle crinkled, revealing off-white fangs. This could not stand. Something in his mind flipped, a trigger was thrown, and it was no longer a stranger he was facing but one of the Kahlif, and they were many and without names. His family sought to destroy him, and he had been given a purpose to survive. Orange eyes turned hollow, focusing on the figure before him alone, and then he rushed forward. Jaws parted wide, and the D’Angelo snapped at Minos, seeking his face.
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