04-09-2020, 11:49 AM
"When was it?" The words made his ears prick sharply. A growl touched his muzzle, and he fell silent, letting him talk. Talk over himself, make himself the fool. His eyes narrowed again, his claws shifting in the sand, leaving a longer drag mark then he cared for. His paw shifted over it, before his eyes refocused on Trygve. Really? That was his argument? That his family could restrict his choices, his identity?
There was a crude anger wrapped about his throat, almost silencing him. Almost. "A Roux can never be a Pittian." What bullshit was that? Brandy's head tilted, ignoring the sentence following that, and pressing his nose to Ry's with a gutteral growl. "The way you keep going back for her, Trygve, you act like you don't want to be one." He said sharply. "I don't know a Trygve Roux anymore." He decided. He then reared his head back, standing over top of him and glaring down, his nostrils flaring and the water on his paws starting to freeze over.
"I was trying to help you, but all I see in front of me is someone I'll never call brother again." He spat at Ry's paws, his tail lashing. There wasn't enough body to Brandy to embody what he felt. Betrayal at it's finest- anger in it's deepest twist. Each fiber of his body screamed at him to fight, but Brandy knew better then to hurt him. Ry's flames didn't scare him. They wouldn't ever scare him.
"try"
"SPEECH"
There was a crude anger wrapped about his throat, almost silencing him. Almost. "A Roux can never be a Pittian." What bullshit was that? Brandy's head tilted, ignoring the sentence following that, and pressing his nose to Ry's with a gutteral growl. "The way you keep going back for her, Trygve, you act like you don't want to be one." He said sharply. "I don't know a Trygve Roux anymore." He decided. He then reared his head back, standing over top of him and glaring down, his nostrils flaring and the water on his paws starting to freeze over.
"I was trying to help you, but all I see in front of me is someone I'll never call brother again." He spat at Ry's paws, his tail lashing. There wasn't enough body to Brandy to embody what he felt. Betrayal at it's finest- anger in it's deepest twist. Each fiber of his body screamed at him to fight, but Brandy knew better then to hurt him. Ry's flames didn't scare him. They wouldn't ever scare him.
"try"
"SPEECH"
TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN