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the fresh additions to rivenwood's ranks encompassed the long withdrawal of the young man. as the ides of the months passed; he had the opportunity to ruminate over his first year, mostly cringing with regrets. he was solus on the packland without much other option, as he always had a puerile excuse to encourage himself not to approach.
this afternoon, he would continue to add to the prey reserves as he continued to do, as he had only done with consistent vigor.
astraeus whipped around at the honey smooth wisp of a voice. a newcomer; he presumed, as he was like no one he’d ever met before. pen to paper, he quickly thought of what to say to keep the conversation afloat: “no.” a new husky note unexpectedly greeted him, similar to striking a silver sponge down a washboard's abs. a yawning pause. “where are you from?”
the coast, the wildman answers. he had yet been to the oceans near here, interest smiling in the lines of his profile. it been had a long time since he talked plainly with someone other than mahler.
“astraeus. you can consider me mahler’s son.” ( no matter how much he questioned it at times ). “i’ve always been of the mountains.”