Neverwinter Forest throw my fist

His brother’s cheering drove the fire within his heart and drove each whip to the rawhide to be more powerful. To the common adult, this power would be the equivalent to the motion of casually nudging a branch out of the way. But, to Rannoch, it was the most ferocious he had ever been. Growls escaped from his grip as he showed the object who was the boss. His ego was at an all-time high as Cypress jumped into the fray and grabbed the other side of the chew toy. Though the time in which the object connected them was short, this time allowed the gears in Rannoch’s mind to shift slightly. Though he was still heated from the quarrel, a new edge of playfulness seeped into his psyche. As Cypress tumbled fell back, the silver prince paused for a moment to watch what had happened, worried from the moment that he landed onto the ground. Said concern was put to bed when the boy sprung back up and initiated a new game that just happened to be Rannoch’s favorite: chase.

When Cypress bowed, Rannoch quickly spun around and darted away. He knew that his best bet would be to reach his mom before Cypress could  get to him. But, it was only a matter of out-running his brother. All signs of aggression had turned playful as the game had melted away from the boy as he bounced away and giggles fell freely from his grip. Chase me, brother! Chase me!