There is nothing except the beat of his heart in his ears like a war drum, and it calls to the rage that has always filled his veins -- his teeth are bared in a snarl as their bodies meet, reaching and trying to tear at any flesh he can grasp between them. When he hits the sand, it’s with a heavy thump that only reinforces his wild anger, and he stares up at her with his own eyes burning. When she steals the knife, he bares his throat in a dare -- do it, do it, do it the blood in his veins sing, and he wonders if she will truly do it -- he has seen her in action before, knows that she is a soldier without mercy, and there is an emptiness in her eyes that calls to his own voided soul. He almost wishes that she would, that she could end this existence where he walks on the edge of a knife in his own mind, where his body is the only thing left of a young bastard prince who had once hoped for a better life than this. When she returns the knife, something inside of him cracks further, a crystal shattered against unyielding rocks. He doesn’t hear the rest of her words, not through the rush of blood and rage, and he leaps to his feet with far more agility than a man his age should possess. It only takes one stride to reach her as he spits out “coward,” between clenched teeth -- he never asked for her pity, for her mercy, and it lodges beneath his skin like a burr. His hooves strike out as he leans his weight on his hind legs, aiming for any part of her that he can reach -- he wants a fight now, here in this courtyard, before it feels like his skin might split apart beneath the vulture’s cold gaze. |
@Teiran fuckin hell, mattie
