Shadow of Someone You Use to Know

[Lysander]

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ooc-ness             Lysander hadn’t meant to listen in on his brothers, it had all just happened. First he had scented Leland, or so he thought, and trailing the scent he found that indeed his foolish brother had returned. His mind raced back to their last meeting, the blow Leland had dealt Lysander and Lysander smirked, choosing to forget it and forge ahead, hoping to catch up with the male. And he had, or almost, but Leroy had come upon him first, and like the snake that he was Lysander had held back, lingering out of eye sight and making no noise, listening to their voices murmur on the winds. It wasn’t until he heard his own name mentioned by Leroy that he slid forward, bursting into view from the underbrush and trees he had been backed up into.       “Ohoho, a secret meeting without me. What kind of brothers are you?” It was then he got his first real view of Leland and he could tell something had gone horribly wrong. The male was thin and dirty, his paws looked torn to shreds and his coat was in the worst shape Ly had ever seen. Yet he said nothing but lifted his eyes at one brother, than the next, as if to ask what was happening. When he spoke again it was directed to Leroy, for the sorry state of Leland was almost too much for him to stare at. A dog should take better care of himself… The thought lingered on his mind but never crossed his lips, instead his words were warm and casual, as if nothing was amiss. “What’s going on then?”

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