TOTALLY DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS MY TURN SORRY
In came more faces, most of which took their place somewhere in front of him. He preferred it, staying in the back; the coyote was internally fighting with himself, livid that his mother had been harmed by wolves while disgusted that he was feeling such emotions. War? Hate? This was exactly what Juniper Peace had been fighting against! Mother Earth didn't care for those who hated and killed carelessly; Razekiel made a mental note to himself not to fall into that same stereotype, all the while calming himself back into a more peaceful, though disturbed, state of mind.
Razekiel was surprised to see Silas, the Russian he'd met some time before the first time he'd wandered away from Inferni. Silas had seemed so peaceful, so easygoing; surely he couldn't have made his place here? Had he followed the coyote's directions when he'd pointed off into a random direction believing Inferni was that way? The hippie stared long and hard at his friend, clearly puzzled and frustrated in turn, before slowly turning his straw-colored eyes back to the group, jumping from his thoughts only when the Tourette's-inflicted stranger screamed obscenities mid-sentence. He didn't want to hear any of this, war plans and bloodthirsty plottings. Even Anselm had plenty to say on the matter, taking some sort of lead strategist role as he thought aloud traps and the like. Surely none of them expected Razekiel to take part in any of this hate and war. Kaena? Gabriel? They both looked equally focused and affixed on Anselm's dark mutterings.
Razekiel simply sighed, hung his head and stared at the ground. "Love and peace," he mumbled to himself.
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