Bearclaw Valley I’ll confront and fight for the souls in this street, whoa

wanna fade soon?

Raziel watched, concealing his amusement, as the child stopped trying to injure him and took a few steps back, staring angrily at him with those queer eyes. He almost felt bad for the child since Xan obviously thought he looked very threatening when in reality, he was looking cute and adorable and didn't frighten him in the slightest. But those feelings were extinguished quickly when he remembered that the boy was an arrogant pompous jerk that needed to be taught a firm and sharp lesson. Xan would learn to respect him by the end of this fight — if what they were doing could even be called a fight — whether he liked it or not.

A smirk graced Raziel's hardened features as the boy determinedly took a running start and launched himself onto the silver male. It didn't really help Xan for whether or not he had took a running start, the result would have been the same. He wouldn't be able to make it high onto the Roman's body if the keeper of secrets didn't allow him to, but Raz decided not to shake the boy off too roughly yet, wanting to know what kind of mischief or clever strategy (for a boy) Alexander's queer might had formulated.

It was unusual for a boy this age to demonstrate so much pride, and it would most likely be his fatal flaw when he grew up. Pride was the most terrible flaw out of them all, and if the boy didn't stop being so arrogant, he would die early in his adulthood, Raziel was sure of that. A warm chuckle rumbled from the Roman's chest as Xan started to attempt to climb up him, digging his blunt claws into the northerner's thick silver fur. He shook his head, not sure whether to feel amused or exasperated at the situation. 

Raziel allowed the boy to make a bit more progress before he twisted his head around and attempted to grab the boy's scruff. If he managed to do so, he would lift Alexander off him and place him on the ground, then he would growl the most guttural, fierce and terror-inspiring growl he could and hope that the youngster would learn his lesson, or Raziel would have to resort to more extreme measures that he hoped he would not have to use.