Duck Lake as I love the name of honor more than I fear death

True. I suppose Scip could just wander around more then gang up with his brothers. :P

"If he's the same guy you knew, I'm surprised no one's dealt with him long before now," growled the agouti male, his turquoise eyes narrowed. Now the half-breed's temper was slowly rising. Sure, he might be a bit prying at the beginning but he didn't mean to and this, this stupid piece of dipshit, this stulte kept on growling and spitting words of hatred and stupidity towards his brother. His brother who had done nothing but protect him from their father's wrath, who suffered lethal injuries for him but did not blame him for anything, instead continued to help and take the blame. He was the best brother anyone could ask for and this barbarian here, who knew absolutely nothing about him, knew nothing about how he had suffered, was insulting him. The barbarian probably had a good childhood, raised by loving wolves, never purposely tore apart by his own father. Never watched a brother almost dying by the paws of their own blood as his own mother watched coldly on.

No, though they were both younger than this male, they had encountered a lot more in their lives than he ever had. The genius or madman glint in his eye, the trait of the Angelus Mortis line, seem to brighten and glow just a bit more than usual as he lifted his head to gaze at the barbarian, "You will be surprised." he whispered softly, a new quiet strength emitting off him.