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Royal families are rife with fratricide, whether ‘tis solely the lust for power or the facing of brothers against each other to that end would surely depend on the situation and the richness of what was at stake. Kings and fathers can be such cruel judges. I once thought that I was the favored of two sons, when such matters were of import to me, and between myself and him it was always there, silent save for an occasional sneer or provoking accent or slip of the tongue, and for such we would not speak to one another for years. It would seem as though family blood is easier spilled.
the ties of brotherhood often bestowing forgiveness automatically two wolves forever locked at the throat of the other are so often aloof to the environment surrounding bound in a bond of hate bound in a bond of love
Perhaps to call him as such is to err, as wolves are beasts of nobility. Scavengers feed from carcasses stiff with rot yet hold themselves in high esteem. Tycho reeks of pride, and his nose bloodied from so many falls, the stale bits of grey flesh stuck to his mouth, a mottled mane of foolish immaturity lends to his lack of vision. yet this fork-tongued beast has again recruited your services to his end again he has caught a live prey to pride himself upon and again it is you Do you not know that his simple calligraphy is written red with the blood he has spilt, even now, with the blood of all humanity?
a beggar blind well knows the stench of vermin as to smell a rat Creatures of sloth make easy meals for predators of all sorts. Be not a victim to him, be not a victim of time. The second son of Strauss is numerous and spread well through time and travel. trust none of these original or copy aged or fresh they have nothing for you save loss and decay
There was a third, you know. Motherless, she was caretaker to us all, so innocent yet learned, her aims she never once put above our own. Scolded, teased, and demeaned; there were moments in which incisors, flashing pink and white with anger were directed towards her, sounding a vicious growl, yet she bore this as only a sister could, as a surrogate parent, disarming us with a sweet smile or understanding nod. Though in bouts of pride I had crowned myself Strauss' ultimate achievement, I know now that my intellect was very much rivaled by her compassion. strive to seek and stay with her serve her and she shall serve you I made the mistake of leaving her behind once. I would assume not make it again.
