Ankyra Sound the horseman

So quick to fire, Kierkegaard could never remember being so hotheaded in his own youth. There was something about the sudden ire that flashed across the young man's face that brought a sick joy in the older wolf. He knew better than to encourage such behavior, but he wanted to know just how long the temper would last on young Arrille. Of course, as soon as he had made the remark, the younger boy was quick to retort. He swept aside each of Kierkegaard's warnings before fixing him with a passionate stare and rising to his feet. The ghost wanted to know if he would make a move. More than this, the ashen brute flicked his tongue across his muzzle and canted his head to the right in a curious gesture. “And what are you going to do if you don't?” he asked. “What will you do when the world tells you to fuck off?”