[Just a small note, Ares’s reference isn’t accurate at the moment. He’s more muscular and has more scars (check the scar log). Thank you!]
It had been months since he stood here. Last time was as a broken boy. Now he stood here, almost a man. Ares’s scarred ear flicked madly. He was still getting used to it after a job gone wrong. He had grown strong. Scarred, but strong.
Why had he left where he was? He had jobs. Food. Several offers to come into the folds of a pack. But Ares denied it all, instead coming back to the place where he lost himself. Not to find himself, no. Because one day he woke up and realized he hated what he was doing. And what was the best place to do that? Where he had been the happiest.
Ares stood, stoically watching the waves. Until, the wind whipped salt into his face and he immediately started sputtering. Now he remembered why he didn’t like the beach. He sneezed, before he was moving. Off to do…something. Anything. The world was his oyster right now and he was going to take advantage of it.
Jan 10, 2018 07:43 AM
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