10-10-2020, 12:41 PM
THE GOLD IS SLEEPING IN THE RIVER
"Threatened you? You're the creepy ass motherfucker who was lurking around in the dark while I was having a moment. Did I hurt your feelings? Ha, fucking bitch." Trygve would immediately speak with a snarl, he took a step forward despite his current injuries, he wasn't a coward and would disregard his injuries completely if it meant that he could set Stryker aflame with his fire. "Friends, huh? I wouldn't ever dream of it especially with such a creep like you." The draconic boy continued with a lash of his mottled tail as he raised an eyebrow at the bigger feline noticing how the other was trying to turn things on him. Make him look like the culprit. Not too stupid, that's a first thought the boy as his tongue swiped across his lips remembering how Caesar had underestimated him and well, the stupid son of a bitch had gotten a broken leg and missing tail because of it. "Now, instead of running your mouth... What about you either tail it back home or I'll make sure this time, you'll be the one dragging their own sorry ass back to the shithole you came from." His muzzle wrinkled as he took a few more steps and the flames that churned from within now danced around his jaws.
He was not impressed by the fact that Vale had taken one of Stryker's horns and was more unimpressed as the stupid shapeshifter lost an eye because of his recklessness. "That ain't a pound of flesh, dipshit. Good job on losing an eye though, I'll give you props for that." He turned his gaze back to Stryker watching him through narrowed pupils "As far as I know, your opinion or input doesn't really matter here. Several have spoken and you have overstayed your visit so fuckin scram." The mottled boy would've continued or made an attack towards Stryker if it hadn't been for a certain someone who had jumped onto his back causing the draconic boy to twitch his tufted ears. Ah, it was Atticus. "Really?" He mumbled in a barely audible voice only to spare Sweeney an apologetic look though it shifted to a scowl when the other boy began to claw at his ears. "Alright, you wanna act like tough shit? I'll show you." Growled Trygve through gritted teeth feeling blood beginning to slither down the side of his face.
With Atticus still locked onto his back with his claws, Trygve immediately rose to his hind legs trying his best to ignore the pain that pulsated at the sudden movement. If Atticus didn't want to fight fair, that was fine, Ry had been taught how to fight dirty by Michael. And frankly, Trygve didn't feel like fucking around anymore, his patience already running thin. Without a word or letting Atticus realize what he was about to do, Ry lifted himself slightly into the air with a flap of his powerful wings and with back facing the ground did he let himself fall aiming to crush Atticus under his weight and possibly knock him out. If he succeeded, he would roll off the other with a huff before shaking himself from the sand that he had collected from that impact. He spat out a bit of blood and tucked his wings neatly against his sides ignoring the pain that was going throughout his entire body "Now, I'm really pissed off. This is your last fucking warning." A few embers from his flames dropped onto his legs, burning away at some fur and revealing obsidian hued scales.
"Leave."
He was not impressed by the fact that Vale had taken one of Stryker's horns and was more unimpressed as the stupid shapeshifter lost an eye because of his recklessness. "That ain't a pound of flesh, dipshit. Good job on losing an eye though, I'll give you props for that." He turned his gaze back to Stryker watching him through narrowed pupils "As far as I know, your opinion or input doesn't really matter here. Several have spoken and you have overstayed your visit so fuckin scram." The mottled boy would've continued or made an attack towards Stryker if it hadn't been for a certain someone who had jumped onto his back causing the draconic boy to twitch his tufted ears. Ah, it was Atticus. "Really?" He mumbled in a barely audible voice only to spare Sweeney an apologetic look though it shifted to a scowl when the other boy began to claw at his ears. "Alright, you wanna act like tough shit? I'll show you." Growled Trygve through gritted teeth feeling blood beginning to slither down the side of his face.
With Atticus still locked onto his back with his claws, Trygve immediately rose to his hind legs trying his best to ignore the pain that pulsated at the sudden movement. If Atticus didn't want to fight fair, that was fine, Ry had been taught how to fight dirty by Michael. And frankly, Trygve didn't feel like fucking around anymore, his patience already running thin. Without a word or letting Atticus realize what he was about to do, Ry lifted himself slightly into the air with a flap of his powerful wings and with back facing the ground did he let himself fall aiming to crush Atticus under his weight and possibly knock him out. If he succeeded, he would roll off the other with a huff before shaking himself from the sand that he had collected from that impact. He spat out a bit of blood and tucked his wings neatly against his sides ignoring the pain that was going throughout his entire body "Now, I'm really pissed off. This is your last fucking warning." A few embers from his flames dropped onto his legs, burning away at some fur and revealing obsidian hued scales.
"Leave."
BUT THE FLOWER'S IN MY HAND
WITH A PALER LEAF AND BROKEN PETAL, I'LL PAINT THE KING AND QUEEN
WITH A PALER LEAF AND BROKEN PETAL, I'LL PAINT THE KING AND QUEEN
— Reggan