lionheart

[Apollo Haddix]

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we prey as wolves among the sheep
and slit the necks of soldiers while they sleep

He turned his gaze upwards, not looking for anything in particular but rather searching his memories. He had been born here alongside his brother prematurely and it was truly a miracle either had survived. Without the help of his grandmother and everyone else in Twilight Vale, surely Apollo and his coy-blooded brother would have been lost. Not that he really remembered any of this, though he did stop to think about it at times. It was one of the things that pushed Apollo to be stronger. He didn’t want to be like the lost puppy that had grown up under a lack of watchful eyes. He would amount to more.



His chin dipped violently, and his fingers subconsciously moved to the blade at this thigh. He hadn’t even heard as the clan member had risen closer; too lost in his own thoughts. His greeting, however, but him slightly at ease. He dropped his hand away from the weapon and lifted it in greeting. "Hey there," he offered as he studied the curious collection of dreadlocks.

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