Rising Sun Valley i know the sun is set to rise

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"Well also other reasons of course. I feel far more at home here, my old home wasn't.. it was nice. Meeting you is... It is refreshing," he smiled, Refreshing eh? Hmm. Like a really hot summer day and you're sweating, literally dripping and someone AKA me pushes you into the lake. That kind of refreshing? Or the kind where you're wounded and a rough tongue licks the cut clean? He had experienced both, the first one was a cool refreshing, the second one was a painful refreshing but it woke you up. He preferred the first one though, who didn't?

Azrael is true to his word, if he left, he would make sure little brother was safe, or take him with him. Or at least the Azrael I knew. Raz hoped his brother hadn't change, if he had, he hoped it was for the better, not for the worse. His name meant death's angel, it suited his brother more than he knew. Az was the most merciless out of all of them, harsh and never hesitated to deliver the final blow. Pretty weird though, his first name and last name both meant angel of death. His own name meant 'Keeper of Secrets' or 'Angel of Mysteries'. The names chosen for them were too true to their personalities, perhaps the gods aided his parents when they picked names out.

A short bark of laughter escaped him when she spoke once more. I missed training and my siblings but nothing else. Besides being on the run and being a loner helped train my fighting abilities, they leap out of nowhere, we fight, they die. Its kind of funny. Raziel tilted his head, grooming the top of Scar's head. Do you mind if I call you Scar?