01-04-2008, 06:57 AM
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On the contrary, it was an extremely difficult question for Arkham. He could not understand why his brother had turned out so different from Rachias and himself (even though he did consider he and his sister to be fairly different). Why had Andre fallen into such a horrfiic way of a personality for seemingly no reason at all? Where had his hatred of wolves come from when the grey pup was sure that nothing ill had ever befallen him because of them? Gabriel had admitted to him that he held a grudge against the other speices, but at least their half-brother had some sort of a reason and a past. As far as Arkham could see, Andre had nothing but his words. Where had all of it come from? People would say their family was mad, but he couldn't see or understand that. So why? What the hell was his problem? And he deeper question still was why couldn't he do anything to fix it?
He felt no pride or pleasure from landing the strike on his brother, just a stern sense of duty. Someone needed to cut Andre off before he got too far; someone needed to let him know that he wasn't allowed to be like this. Someone.
He felt no pride or pleasure from landing the strike on his brother, just a stern sense of duty. Someone needed to cut Andre off before he got too far; someone needed to let him know that he wasn't allowed to be like this. Someone.
The first what?he snapped back, running towards the other to meet his charge. The first death? Was Andre already so ready to go so far? His shoulder ached when he ran, but how could he back down now? If this was serious, then there would be no getting up afterwards. And oh, did it seem serious! as they prepared to collid, Arkham ducked his head down, suddenly rather wary of his own throat and prepared to bite into the other's forearm.