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[size=medium]"sell your soul not your whole self"[/size]

[size=small]Like Mordecai, the unsuspecting Ciervo didn't fail to notice the air of resemblance they shared with one another, though also like Mordecai, he made nothing of it. To his knowledge, his genealogical tree had been consumed in the same inferno his parents died in;only his three siblings, the biological ones remained of the ashen branches -- not even his foster family, despite how dearly he held them to his heart, were not part of it.
They were part of a whole diffrent tree.
A tree he had only emotional ties to.

And of course being a man that allowed reason to reign over passional, or carnal desires, it was with little regret (but much gratefulness) that he had left them behind. Again, Ciervo listened to reason, his eyes proceeding to make the routinary inspection he gave each and every stranger that crossed his path, and his mind beginning to formulate the theories of what would make the man tick in accordance to what his senses told him.

"I do not come to run" he began, his lips twitching slightly in self amusement as he went on, "I come for you" he barked, his eyes feigning recognizement of the face he would (hopefully) one day know as his uncle's.
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