RISING FROM THE ASHES // o, discovering power

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A familiar voice reached his ears. His friend. Dante- Dante was his friend, right? He didn't seem to notice, gaze fixated into the red waters of their Nile, a curious tilt to his head. Didn't respond for a moment, then began. "I do suppose that is... dope." Spun to face his friend, responding to the smile with a small, cautious one of his own. "And it does seem like I have. Now the question is, what do I do with it?" Confused turned his grin back at his friend, brows furrowing in thought. He didn't want his children to see him like this. But he wanted his father to. As if hearing his thoughts the smoke moved wildly, lashing about and snapping at anything and everything.
He called it back, they stayed and lingered around his paws, defining his muscles, highlighting the length of his tail. Optics flashed red as they returned the stare into the river.

#psychosocial.