The sun was fading fast, but Haydn had no intentions of easing up on the late afternoon 'work' that had to be done. The ground was blotchy and rigid but he dared not to care when crossing into 'enemy' territory. They stood beyond him, fearful and wary of what they saw was more then just a man in a uniform, but a beast.

Though Haydn didn't mind this either. The more they feared them, the happier this made his father, and the happier it would make his 'country'. Recalling this, he stopped amongst them and thrust his right arm out towards the banner alongside the building that loomed behind those who stared. He had no shame for what he was proud of, and even found pleasure in seeing them cringe and salute him in return.

For once, the beast had control.

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Another photo of this time just from my World war II photoshoot involving Haydn and Rune. I did a bit of shooping this once, since I don't have a real arm band and the colors are kinda bland. The next picture I upload will be of the brothers together, and then I'll post the rest up on photobucket for those who are curious.

Haydn is (c) to me