be too sweet and you'll be a goner }} sojourn's capture

[Alexandre]

— alexandre f.m.r

Canines connected with flesh and Alexandre successfully pulled back on her flesh, causing her crimson innards to stain his teeth. With a baring hiss, he was jerked forward. Teeth unhinged from her paw mid-way and he clattered to the floor with a sly smirk appearing across his maw, only to raise his head moments later. His orange gaze locked with her darkened, ghoulish glare. Panic struck. That was a mistake. Jagged claws flashed in his peripheral vision as they swiftly swept downwards into his back. He tensed as pain rushed through his body. Through gritted teeth, the boy savagely hissed and recoiled backwards.

As blood began to pool at his side, Sojourn's words echoed in his pointed ears. She grew close. She leaned in with her breath running down his neck. He stood still, unwillingly listening to her words. A compliment came first, one Alexandre wanted to taunt her with, but as Byriath lingered and the lion's proximity remained close, he remained unmoving. The only movement he made was a shiver that ran down his spine, hair standing on end and fear caressing his thoughts.

His tense nature broke as her wicked laughter rang in her ears, causing his head to whip around and attempt to lock eyes. Orange hues narrowed. Claws shot through the floor. A rumbling growl mustered in his throat as Sojourn taunt's connected with the truth, hitting a sensitive cord within. "You're wrong," he snapped. "You're all WRONG." The boy stepped away, looking between the two that surrounded him with a snarl.

Alexandre's gentle stature leaned forward cautiously to build momentum, only to step forward, wearily beginning to pace the small cavern in doubt. His mind skimmed through their words. Every phrase repetitively picked at his thoughts, clearly putting together the fate he disregarded for so long. She spoke of not hiding. Letting 'it' show. Being himself. Yet he pushed his instincts down, denying their worth, when all he wanted to be was normal. To be... him. For as much as Alexandre wanted to give in, to be truly be himself, he knew that it would be his undoing.

In a turn of events, he spontaneously whipped back around and sat down onto his haunches. Blood seeped down his side and flesh collided with a squish as he landed, muddling his silky white fur. For a moment, his fiery gaze looked down at his paws. His eyes traced the blood's edge as it moved outwards, only to look back up at Sojourn and Byriath with a disgruntled expression and a stern stare. "I'm fine," came his unwavering tone. "I'm not hungry and I'd rather starve."

But all he could think about was giving in.