[center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2shpwOd9OOQ]Moments of Respite:[/url][/center]

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Onyx had been in the middle of taking in the attributes of his fellow comrades.  Ebullience painted an expression on his face, while his eyes were shining brightly with fascination.  It isn’t a wonder that he is usually mistaken to be younger than eighteen.  Only once in a blue moon is the assumption made that he is a young adult.  Although, this is usually in response to his crude humor and foul language, which only arise when he is having a heartly drink with friends.  The white-haired youth was only intrigued further when the man finally introduced himself, [color=#341bc2]”Terrence Wolfe?  Are you secretly related to wolves?  Wait, are you a werewolf?! Wow, the empire has truly outdone itself.”[/color] Reality and the concept of being sensible had a weak grasp on Onyx’s fleeting imagination.  It was amazing how many creative thoughts sprouted just from a last name.  It was a little unsettling, in all honesty.  No, it was extremely disconcerting.  [color=#341bc2]”Unless if your name is finished off with an ‘e’.  Then there’s nothing too intriguing though.  Although… I found out mine pokes fun at one of the commanding soldiers here.  I’m not sure if he knows it, but I surely do~.”[/color] The boy laughed mischieviously under his collar.  

[color=#341bc2]”Anyways, I digress.  Pleased to meet you, [i]Terrence Wolfe[/i].  I wonder what interesting titles other people around here live by?  I swear, if somebody’s named something as generic as [i]’Bob’[/i], I’m going to cry.  Trust me, I will.  I do not lie.  Much.”[/color] He finished off the last clauses briskly before glancing in the direction of a few soldiers bearing bread.  [color=#341bc2]”I only had a small portion, so they’ll probably give me a decent share… Just depends on how much you asked for.  Well, time to test my luck.  Onwards, to sustenance!”[/color] And so, Onyx led the strut for wheaty heaven.  After a few minutes of bartering, begging, and downright pleading, the boy procured himself two slices of bread from the soldiers brimming with irritation.  They quickly walked off, hoping to cease their acknowledgement of Onyx’s existence.  The boy hurried back to Terrence with a skip in his step and a tune being hummed, [color=#341bc2]”See?  I totally had the upper hand during that entire conversation!  That pleading was definitely flawlessly planned out, those cries were all but a figment of your imagination!”[/color] Onyx boasted with a puffed chest before tossing the other slice the man’s way, [color=#341bc2]”Anyways, I would say we should go strike up a conversation with some people…”[/color] His voice trailed off as he watched a soldier scale a hillside, but he decided to let it go, [color=#341bc2]”...but there’ll be a time for that later.  Just going to enjoy the bread, and take a breather.”[/color] He slumped onto his chosen bed sheet and began to sift through his bag.  For all he knew, this could be the last night he could attain a stable sense of security.  Might as well indulge in as much ambrosia as offered.

[@Bornlucky]