There was a scent upon his border of which he did not know, but Arvid was not the first upon it, no. His sister had beaten him to the punch, of course. She always was the first to these things, even in his youth and childhood, so this would not come as a surprise to him. She minded the border religiously, as did he - they both had nothing else to live for, it would seem.
It was not a color he had ever enjoyed.
She does not own the privilege to allow trespassers the right, and why should she allow someone such as yourself to pass, when you couldn’t even use your nose to respect our borders?would come Arvid’s booming snarl, as he came to his sister’s side, citrus eyes lingering over her to ensure her safety a moment before turning his full attention back to the woman of reds.
It was not a color he had ever enjoyed.
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