Biography
I've known him since we were pups. We did everything together. Played, ate, slept. I didn't want to love him. I wanted to just be friends. But I guess the gods had other plans. Because once you've been saved from drowning in a river, it's hard not to love your savior. I still remember that day - the memories of that day are clear and pristine as dew.
I'd been walking by a river - the same river where Holiday was found years later - when I heard a low growl. Immediately, all I could think was bear. No. It was a wolf. A rogue, packless and vicious. Cannibalistic behaviors ran rampant with them. A shiver ran up my spine, and my thoughts went haywire. Any battle moves I'd learnt for rogues went flying out of my grasp.
It didn't take long. The brute pounced, held my head underwater. I panicked, using up my air faster and faster. Just as I began to lose consciousness, the pressure released and I was dragged out of the rushing current. He stood over me, like a guardian angel, the dead body of the rogue at his paws.
My savior, the love of my life. Lucius.
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