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No heat from the sun, and no cold from the night. Strange weather. Perfect weather. If it wasn't for that horrible, vile stench. How he hated water. And the rain, for taking away the dust and ashes in the air, muting him. Setting in the silence. For the nameless cub, nothing was worse than the silence, a permanent, low sound similar to metal grating against metal following him like a cloud, particularly noticeable now as he awaited the rainfall in seething rage, mentally cursing at the skies. Even worse, he'd been caught outside the ashen haven of his pride den, cutting off his rampaging short. He'd just have to fry that meerkat colony some other day, they wouldn't be going anywhere. For now, the faceless cub just waited underneath a tree, waited for the moment the rain began falling unpaciently, so it could fall, stop, and thus his fun could go on.

The noise subsided into just a small, barely audible murmur as the rain began pounding the lands, the announcement of a new beginning for so many things. To him, it was but a hindrance and annoyance. His sound made sight became fuzzyer, splitting into every single drop bending every ingle blade of leaf, fogging the details of everything outside the lessened range of his noise cloud. Rain. Insult to injury in one inconvenient package. Maybe it would pass-

His faceless head instantly turned at the sound of Devin's voice. When did someone get here? Focusing on his blurred sight, the shade of another cub became evident amidst the foggy background, surprising him further and quelling any bloodlust that would have risen the instant he'd get wind of it. There was no heartbeat. The feeling her blood gave off would have been enough to draw him into massacre like a moth to fire, but... there was no heartbeat. That cub was dead, like him. So there were others?

The feeble noise began reorganizing itself, forming into a whispering voice, even though still very much allike metal grinding, ear wrecking. "It's not mine."

"Perfect weapons have no name." It was the exact same answer he'd gotten from his mother when questioning her about why his sister had a name and he, well didn't. Faceless, Claw, Spooky, No Name. All the same, no value behind them, nothing that was his. No feelings. Just the certainty that war, violence and bloodshed made up his path. For he was a weapon. And that was what weapons did.

That made his ears perk particularly and turn his faceless features to her, puzzling him for a brief moment. She didn't see him as a weapon? Or a freak for that matter? Well, that was new. The surprise soon faded though, as another thought crossed his mind. He hadn't done it to her. Then again, what was the point of attacking something that was already dead? Still, point was this other cub hadn't witnessed him doing what he did best. And what he thought himself capable of, only. If she did, odds were she'd change her mind quickly.

"If you want. It's your call." Just another nickname. Though it did sound pleasing to the ear. But for how long would it be used? How long'd she stick around to use it? Not much, he figured. No, no use into attaching himself to it... even if it was... tempting...

With his clawed paw, Andras pointed over yonder, where the rain still deluged much to his displeasure. Keeping him from his mission, his purpose. If he couldn't do it, what else was there for him? Nothing. It didn't even cross his mind that there could be something else in his un-life other than the purpose his mother had given him. Nothing else had ever been shown, he wasn't even allowed a normal cub's life, unlike the others of the same age as him. All the playing he knew was murder and torture. "A meerkat colony."

"It's not for fun." It was stronger than him to end that temporary condition that is know as 'life', granted. As far as fun was concerned, it did get his blood running but, in a way, it felt like it wasn't him, like it was something else pulling the strings and driving him to do it.

"When I'm not in a mission to kill, I train to refine my skills at it. I don't have dead times..." he paused, facing the rain. "... usually. And it's all I can do."

Well that was something new... No one'd told him something like that, that he could have it. Fun. Whatever it was. Hadn't really thought about it. As Andras mulled it over, all that could be heard was the heavy rain and his feeble cloud of screechy noise. Should he really do it? This was all extremely confusing. Here was a cub that had been raised to kill since birth, suddenly given an opportunity to do something else by another strange cub that, like him, had no heartbeat, no real life. One that he had absolutely no idea if he'd even see again, saying it was okay to do something else. Dead like him. Mmmh. Maybe she did have a clue about what she was saying...

"... How do I have fun?"