Rune slowly brushed his ridiculously long, long, long pale blue hair, boredom yet again settling over him. He should have never taken that bet against his four older brother’s- Derfael, Zale, Aodhfionn, and Murchadh- if Rune had known that the loser had to stay and live in the abandoned Northern Willow Tower; he’d have stayed out of it. But Rune hadn’t, and now he was living in that Goddess damned Tower.
“Stupid older brother’s and their damned cheating ways,” he muttered to himself. A soft whine came from across the room, and Rune looked up from his brushing to see his Companion, an Erthe wolf he’d named Melantha. “What is it, girl?” he softly asked her, but there was only a gentle glide of her mind against his. Rolling his eyes at her, Rune went back to brushing his hair and plotting revenge on his older brother’s.
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