#dio 01

Even being new, Seles knew something was amiss in the city. How could she not have noticed the threats scrawled in red on the city walls? The White Fang is rising, it read. Death to the humans. Right underneath, more obscene threats had been hurled, this time written by a human degrading the non-humans. The exchange disgusted her and Seles looked away.

“What’s going on here? Do you feel that way about humans?”

Maybe it was unwise to demand answers from a stranger on the road, particularly as a girl who looked human speaking to a non-human. But Seles wanted to hear what the elf would say, or who she thought was an elf judging from his pointed ears. Her mother had elven blood and her father human’s, so to her there were no sides.

@dioswelt

He couldn’t come to hate him, but he couldn’t come to like him either. He was his brother, and with the promise to his father’s dying breath he found it especially hard to harbor true hatred towards him. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to hold him responsible for his actions nor disapprove of them in any manner. No, he hated those actions that he took, but he still tried his hardest to see some form of good in him. It was difficult, very difficult.

In fact at times he was pretty sure he was making it so difficult on purpose. Though that was also highly unlikely.

Regardless, he did his best to try and find where Dio lived within the city. For once, their meeting would be purposeful, not by chance. It was pretty hard to figure out, honestly. It took a while to pin him down and even then he wasn’t sure if he had the right place. Normally, all the residents were in apartments or districts, right?

So why was he stationed in front of a house?

It seemed like he still didn’t know many things about this city. Staring at the door in front of him, he had to go through everything in his head once again before knocking. He didn’t want to fight. He was simply here to talk.