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I HOLD SECRETS FLAME


Onus was used to violence. Used to having people come after him. It hadn't happened here, but in the city, it happened often. Petty criminals that thought they could take him. Thought they could remove the scourge of the underworld. Fools. Fools that had left with broken bones, missing something important, or not at all. Still, he understood one of the points of being in a pack or clan was protection. If one wasn't even safe from the other members then what was the point? "Hurm." Didn't make any sense to him. "Perhaps should. Unless becoming a victim part of your plan." He was sympathetic towards victims to an extent, but those that had the means to protect themselves and decided not to were moronic. It that case it might very well be their own damn fault.



The answer to his question made his lip twitch. What the fuck was wrong with these people. Someone attacked someone and then they retaliated and so on and so forth. Just one giant goddamn blood feud. Didn't they realize that was a good path to extinction? Hidden eyes stared directly at the youth. "What is wrong with you people? All aggressors yet all want to play the victim. None of you will survive long living like that." It was disgusting really.

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