"you were never meant to bare Fangs."

You are nothing but a defenseless child, something innocent and pure. To be protected and cared for is the basic necessary treatment for someone of your age and size.

Its one of the many reasons of war. Protecting the young and next generation.

So, when Ares saw you, a small child, wielding a weapon too large for your hands he frowned.

..who brought this child to war.

The deity would approach, and before he could take even another step. A spear held and pointed to his neck by the frightened and shaking child before him.

'stay back, I don't want to hurt you. But I've come prepared..'

Unable to identify friend from foe, they were tossed in just to be a weapon of mankind.

The greatest weapon is posing foolishness. What else is as foolish as a child in the battlefield?

"Fear not, little deer. I am friend, no foe of yours."

He spoke, as he crouched down before the child.

"You must be tired. Come, you can rest in my temple.."

He offered a hand... It was an intimidating sight. The deity of war and utter bloodshed..reaching so gently for a child dressed in armor and coated in blood.