Mount Apikuni it's yours to find

The day had bought the youngster to break from the territory and heading down the mountain side. Leo could barely hear his surroundings over the voiced that layer in his head. They had become louder. Stronger. Manipulative. Dangerous. They told him to tear off the layer of innocence. Told him to become more stronger and more confident. He hadn't s clue were this anger and bloodlust had come from. Little did he know his frame of mind was an exact replica of his father's. These voices wanted blood and they were barely containable.

When he saw a stranger before him, he feared for his self control. Vulnerable, they said, tear him away. He growled, half disagreeing with these voices, half agreeing. These voices were a part of him and him alone. It was hard not to comply.

Leo approached the stranger slowly, his steps cautious and unsure. "Hello," he said blankly.