Silverlight Terrace this is how we dance

Minty was probably loved and was stimulated as a child - pff, how overrated. All of it was unnecessary, so much was clear to the young boy - I mean, look at how HE had turned out? All he needed was Abaddon to feed him now and again and to behave... a little, and that's when the world made sense. There was no point to it all, not really - let the universe go red for all he cared! As long as he had a tummy full of real food, not other wolves, and some entertainment, all was swell.

His eyes traveled slowly to the silver girl when she exclaimed his name sounded like a superhero's. Now it was his time to look confused. Did it really? well, even if it did, he was no hero. He scoffed. Sure, if you say so. Almight wasn't the name of a hero! It was his name and he was but a simple cool guy. If Minty was in trouble, guess who would be the first one to turn tail and get out of there? That's right, it would probably be Almight, the coward - the bastard!

It was then that attention shifted to the newcomer - Mira, as she was introduced. The boy was amused by her spice, showing it with a gangster smirk. Mira - More like Mi-rawr, am I right? The boy chuckled at his own wordplay, looking to Minty for approval - some acknowledgment that he was indeed funny. No matter her reaction, the boy would loosen his shoulders briefly before saying; Listen toots, I'm just hanging here. This ya packland? didn't think so. I'm stayin', wanna talk with my friend here after all. Oh yeah, he was definitely just using Minty calling him a friend to his advantage, but the comment had caught him off-guard before. He didn't think he'd ever had a friend before.