✞ - so being a loner was no longer a viable option. he was tired of watching the clans fight, spilling blood on each other, but at the same time, it invigorated him. he didn't want to wait in the shadows like he had been instructed to. there was no father to teach him any longer, nor a brother to take care of- he was in the hellraisers now. as light must exist if dark does, andras couldn't stand the imbalance. would he allow his brother to lay ruin to the groups he had envied as a child? what was all the training for? the lessons? the bruises? the lacerations? the scars?
it certainly wasn't to lie in waiting. with his grandmother's jagged sword and not much else, the twin-tailed dog approached the floating isles, having heard legends of them. narrowing his dull grey eyes, the dog would do what he hated- wait.
