Noctisardor Bypass is the rise of an eastern sun going to be good for everyone?

iliksis believed his call would go unanswered.  a palpable thrill fluttered in his chest like a beating moth trapped in hand as he saw the boy's sauntering figure approach -- while his sharp muzzle remained free of perceptible emotion, in the corners of his dull yellow eyes there sat a delighted and glittering malice.

he remained still as the boy spoke. he spoke of things iliksis cared little for, and he spoke far more than iliksis believed the situation warranted. when the threat of killing them (a threat the malevolent coywolf had yet to utter himself) broke over the pair he looked back at ithrik with a sneer -- as if to convey the hilarity of the idea that an adolescent would overpower them. before he had simply wished to dethrone the arrogant youth -- but something about being threatened in such a manner caused iliksis to abandon his previous plan of usurping for a far more violent and fascinating ending. iliksis did not know vaati's experience when it came to forcibly extinguishing life, but found the threat idle in its weight. it was not a threat he was intimidated by for he had demonstrated he was perfectly adept at killing. above all else iliksis found a comfort in it, a stylistic thrill that captivated him in calamitous ways he simply could not articulate. he was not a talker like vaati -- he prefered to exercise the sharper, keener weapons of his teeth.

he stepped forward confidently as ithrik's own words, darker and far more sweetly succint, broke the canopy.  brutal words, words of a true killer -- iliksis smiled to himself as he digested the gravitas of their utterance. he did not feel pity for the children, or for vaati - vaati had earned his contempt through threatening to kill him and for that iliksis would see the snow dashed in the vibrant crimson of the arrogant juvenile's blood. he began to prowl around vaati in a wide circle, his muzzle lowered and his gait not unlike the careful tread of a stalking cat. he walked in defensive posture with his throat protected and his soulless gaze on vaati. he uttered one single word. "fight."