In the shadow of darkness, Columbine felt solace; he was entirely alone in the silence of night, and he was most content that way.
It hadn't been long since his argument with Jacinto over his poor choice of mate, but Columbine did not regret how he spoke to his younger brother. In the warped mind of the oldest brother, he was entirely right and the younger one was bringing nothing but shame to their family. Certainly, the mate he'd selected was pretty - beautiful, even, in some contexts. The dusky man could see the sexual appeal of her, and while he initially figured Jacinto was with her for his own carnal pleasure, Columbine was revolted to learn that his younger brother actually liked the common whore. Moreover, he was nothing but sassy when the elder man confronted him. Naturally, Columbine was exceptionally irritated and short tempered (even moreso than usual), and so he had taken to skulking around the borders. Inferni's borders were relatively dull, and the dark man didn't have to deal with anyone. He liked it that way.
Unfortunately, the peace Columbine was enjoying was interrupted by a sharp bark and Helotes' inevitably annoying scent. Rolling his crimson eyes before turning to his younger brother, the dark male plastered a sneer on his face and raised his brows slightly at Helotes' irritated appearance. Yes, brother? the man asked, approaching the slightly smaller man. May I help you?
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