08-18-2008, 09:46 PM
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A monster. When had Apollo heard that before? He tried to think back. Oh, that’s right. His own mind had been thinking that when the youth came across Samael in the city. Monster. "I don’t want you to be anything," Apollo told him, his tail curling around his haunches as he made to sit down. "Well, maybe I do want you to be something," Apollo decided. A friend. Was that the right term though? No. An accomplice.
He blinked his mismatched eyes, thinking once again to his brother. He wondered why he was so lively all of the time. They didn’t have much to be grateful for. They didn’t even have a normal family. His brother, in fact, stunk of something strange; Coyote, though Apollo didn’t realize it yet. Their own mother was a whore, and their father was too concerned with other things to pay them the attention they deserved. Or at least, that’s how Apollo saw it. "An outlaw." With me, he added in his head.