Kilkenny, Ireland - 1658
"Wolf, wolf, kill the wolf
Hunt them far and yonder
Wolf, wolf, kill the wolf
Till all the wolves are done for"An arrow shot across the room and landed on a poster of a wolf, the sharp tip penetrating the paper and approximately on the beast's nose. There standing proudly above a table was a young adolescent boy with a slender build and fair skin. He appears to posses some sort of oddity: because his left eye's iris was a light turquoise, while his right was a dark gray.
Even the hair tucked underneath his hood was unusual, evenly split between two colors: snowy white on his right side and crimson red on his left. But what makes this boy stand out from a large crowd was the large burn scar on the left side of his face, which reaches from his hairline to halfway down his cheek. He wore a simple dark blue tunic lined with gold over a white long-sleeved shirt paired with white pants, a pair of dark leather bracers in both his forearms and dark boots on his feet.
And to top off his professional look, he wore a dark cloak held together by a silver brooch with the hood up. And within his hands, he held a crossbow, the apparent contraption he used to shoot the arrow from earlier.
"See that, Tenya?" Jumping off the table he stood on and landing safely on the floor, he proudly exclaimed "Right on the nose!"
The boy's mismatched eyes then landed on what seems to be a peregrine falcon, resting atop one of the many many arrows that stuck to the pillar and the wall. In response to the boy's words, the bird of prey simply chirped before flapping it's bluish-gray wings and flew off towards the boy. Raising his right arm, the falcon was allowed to neatly perch itself atop the boy's sleeve.
It was as if he understood the bird's chirping language when the boy retorted, resting his crossbow above his other shoulder "What are you saying? I was aiming for the nose!"
His feathered companion then chirped once more.
"I'm glad you agree!"
Suddenly, a door swung open.
"Shoto!"
Hearing the sound of a man's voice echo throughout the house startled both the boy and the bird, causing him to quickly hide the crossbow behind his back. Just like that, the once bright expression on his face suddenly disappeared into a nervous one.
Clearing his throat, said boy said "Yes, Father!"
There standing within the open door that led out to the brightly shining outside world was a tall sturdily-built man with a very muscular physique. His short crimson hair spiked up around his head and a small amount of stubbles shows around his jaw. He too has sharp turquoise eyes, the same kind of blue as the younger boy's left iris.
And atop his head sat what looks to be a buckled hat. The same as his so-called son, he as well wore a red long-sleeved shirt beneath a dark waistcoat, dark boots and a dark cloak above his shoulder. But unlike his son, he has dark leather gloves instead of bracers.
Besides all that, just like his son, the man as well has a nasty scar that greatly damaged the left side of his face. However, his was larger and jagged, reaching from his hairline all the way down to his chin.
"Busy with your chores, I assume?" The boy's father asked with his brow quirked, lightly touching the arrow's sharp tip that penetrated through the door.
"Yes, Father!" Immediately replied Shoto, crossbow no longer in his hands and was replaced by a small broom as he began sweeping it across the floor.
As for Tenya, the bird was left resting atop the backrest of one of the chairs.
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