Noctisardor Bypass Will you chase the burning sun in to the sea.

Anselm coiled under Glaukos like a viper, waiting -- every muscle readied in the predatory providence of his kind. As soon as Glaukos released him, he'd make his move.

He never expected the push. The man's gravid force shoved him aside and he nearly toppled back over. It was enough that the moment was lost, and his opportunity withered away along with it.

Anselm had no intention of forgiveness as he put distance between himself and the beast. He shook out his bladed ruff, splay legged and reeling with choking fury. Go  -- He drew his gaze to Glaukos slowly, citrine eyes hard with hate. and I cannot stress this enough -- damn, was Glaukos tall as shit: fuck yourself. Fuck all of you.

It was stupid to open his mouth. It was even more stupid to stay within strike range. Anselm had already lost his pride in this exchange, what was one hit more? He tensed and then darted into a lope away, prepared to be chased if it came to it.