hoarding for heathens - bowls

[redvox.]

REDVOX "VINNY" ABRAMO - cis male - goat-bat hybrid - harbinger

Despite being able to practically feel the enraged fire that flared up inside of Aslisk as he picked up one of the bowls, Vox ignored it to the best of his ability, just inspecting the item before putting it carefully back down upon the pile. If he was honest with himself, he knew that what he had just done was meant to be a power move, to show Aslisk that she had no absolute say here. Hell, he didn't even have absolute say here, since he bowed to the whims of the majority of the Halls. Still, he had more authority than she did, and he wasn't about to let himself be pushed around over some fucking bowls, even if the threat of her actually attacking him loomed between the two of them. If she did, she would no doubt face the consequences, being punished and even possibly exiled for daring to raise her claws at another member of the Halls. Still, he wouldn't say that, at least not yet, because he didn't want to resort to petty threats. After all, most leaders operated on a system of mutual respect and a dedication to their members. Like it or not, Aslisk was a member of the Halls, and Vinny felt no desire to threaten her at the moment. He still couldn't help the harsh little laugh that left him when she spoke about her wife and kids, the hybrid mumbling softly as he shook his head from side to side, "It's pretty rich'a you t'say that your children wouldn't like others touching their stuff, considering you stole all'a these bowls for y'own purposes." She was snarling at him, yes, but his tone was still relaxed and joking, confident that he could at least pin her down if she did try to attack him – sure, she had size on him, but she also had more vulnerable places to scratch, or bite. When Aslisk mentioned wanting her family to be at home, Vox shrugged his shoulders, saying as he glanced around the walls of the fortress, "I guess that's understandable. After all, home is th'place that y'always feel most safe at." Currently he felt most safe within the territory that the Halls had claimed for themselves, but he could understand Aslisk's perspective in this case.

A scowl graced itself on the harbinger's face when Aslisk mentioned she would hurt anyone going in to get the bowls, and the hybrid felt his large ears pin down to his skull, a sharp his leaving his mouth, "'Ey. If somebody comes 'n' bothers you, feel free ta tell them off, but no just fuckin' attacking other members, alright? I thought we went over this. This ain't some fuckin' warground, and attackin' others unprovoked will result in consequences. And no, if doesn't count as bein' fuckin' provoked if they ask for their bowls back." He let out a snort as if to reinforce his point, his claws scraping slightly against the paneled ground as he shifted, a sort of restless angry energy settling over him. Ever since he had left the Pitt, he was growing more and more tired of dealing with violence for no good reason over and over again, and Aslisk was one of the main contributors to that frustration. When she quoted the human saying at him, the leader just snapped softly, "'Eah, I've heard that one. Have y'heard the one that goes 'don't bite th'hand that feeds ya'? Cause it sure doesn't seem like it." He wasn't implying that he was the only one doing any work within the Halls – that was far from true – but he was the leader, and he had been the one to lead them all there. If there was anyone appropriate for the hand that feeds, it was him.

The harbinger couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes when Aslisk snapped back about communities, his words coming out shortly after hers, "I didn't have a fuckin' luxurious birthplace, Aslisk. I just had a goddamn normal one." He then said, stretching out before standing up to his full height, his sharp curled horns seeming to faintly glint in the light of the room, "And a family is a community, dumbass. Just cause a family's smaller doesn't mean that it ain't a community. Both a family 'n' a town can be a community. It's not mutually exclusive." He doubted Aslisk was even really listening to his words anymore, but he was getting real tired of her just mouthing off and calling him names like her nonsense swears, and he was honestly proud of himself that he hadn't flung himself into Aslisk and tried to kill her yet. He doubted he would be successful even if he did, but an angry mind was one that wasn't really thinking straight.