Come on and say it.

[Arkham Lykoi]

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The differences in littermates were always peculiar, especially if they had all been raised the same as his own litter had. If the hatred that seemed to blossom in Andre had come from the blood, then where was it in himself or his sister? If the innocent optimism that seemed to be ever-present in Rachias came from some influence, then there was it in either of her brothers? Hadn't they all been placed under the same circumstances? It wasn't even a question of nature versus nurture; they had no real pre-ordained nature anymore as they had evolved beyond that, if it could even be called evolution. Perhaps the sustained thoughts that made up a consciousness were really just factors of devolution; after all, it certainly wasn't helping them to survive.



Faolin's voice and expression seemed to contradict the idea that anything was wrong and he found himself smiling a little as a result, though it was a very shy one. D'no, he answered of her reflected question, I jes' followed you. Why couldn't you sleep? Nightmares had yet to really enter Arkham's sleep and he had no real experiences with them; likewise, he had yet to really have a matter so pressing to his young mind that he lay awake fretting over it. His missing sisters offered some concern, perhaps, but he had mostly convinced himself that Eris had gone with Kaena and that Rachias had gone to find their father and that they were both just fine. No reason to worry.



Sure, the pup agreed to the venture, What sorta things can we find fer decoration?

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