04-08-2020, 09:52 PM
".. prefer her over you any fucking day."
A snarl came from the kit as he stepped back forward. "She's a savage. She comes from them, bred like them, lives like them." He said, his lips drawn back. Justified, he was. Very, very justified. Of course, love was one thing he had hardly tested the waters in. He had his siblings, his three mothers- but even one of those relationships felt tainted, felt drawn out, felt like it was about to shatter. His perception of love, to say the least, was skewed. And maybe he was bitter about that. Maybe it hurt, deep down, that Ry was finding something so easily, so easily he forgot about what he had. "It is my own." A sharp snort came from his muzzle then, stepping closer once again.
"Your own fault? Oh no. There's no way it's just yours. The person that put this shit in my head? It's not shit, for one, it's real fucking facts you can't seem to see." He seethed, his fur standing on end and his eyes narrowing again, the water encircling his body, almost like armor at the moment, before settling back to his paws. The anger in his eyes matched that of his mom's- the demigod of rage was quite the title, after all, and it couldn't just sit in her heritage. It was passed on, and Brandy felt it in every limb of his body, from his muzzle to his tailtip- it was there. "I can't believe you'd be so stupid to go back for her. Something worthless like that? What more do you need here?" He pressed.
He was blind to his own actions, now. "My Momma was torn apart by them. She still bears the scars, and you trust them so fucking blindly." He shook his head. "I can't believe you anymore. Go live with those snakes."
"trygve"
"SPEECH"
A snarl came from the kit as he stepped back forward. "She's a savage. She comes from them, bred like them, lives like them." He said, his lips drawn back. Justified, he was. Very, very justified. Of course, love was one thing he had hardly tested the waters in. He had his siblings, his three mothers- but even one of those relationships felt tainted, felt drawn out, felt like it was about to shatter. His perception of love, to say the least, was skewed. And maybe he was bitter about that. Maybe it hurt, deep down, that Ry was finding something so easily, so easily he forgot about what he had. "It is my own." A sharp snort came from his muzzle then, stepping closer once again.
"Your own fault? Oh no. There's no way it's just yours. The person that put this shit in my head? It's not shit, for one, it's real fucking facts you can't seem to see." He seethed, his fur standing on end and his eyes narrowing again, the water encircling his body, almost like armor at the moment, before settling back to his paws. The anger in his eyes matched that of his mom's- the demigod of rage was quite the title, after all, and it couldn't just sit in her heritage. It was passed on, and Brandy felt it in every limb of his body, from his muzzle to his tailtip- it was there. "I can't believe you'd be so stupid to go back for her. Something worthless like that? What more do you need here?" He pressed.
He was blind to his own actions, now. "My Momma was torn apart by them. She still bears the scars, and you trust them so fucking blindly." He shook his head. "I can't believe you anymore. Go live with those snakes."
"trygve"
"SPEECH"
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