Blackfeather Woods [m] The world laughed at any attempts we made to exist in it without pain

He felt nothing as he watched Alexander wobble back and forth. The moment that he saw the pain on Alexander's face, he could not help but grin. It was not even that he felt satisfied or pleased in any way — yet revenge was often ugly, but also necessary. He could not live safely in his own home without knowing Alexander would fear him too much to do what he had done again. He needed to be safe here, of all places — he would not murder Alexander, but this... It was something that needed doing. Revenge was a means to feel safe again, not something that gave him sastifaction. The only thing that made him grin was the fact that Alexander started to feel the pain upon his words — the tongue could be a powerful tool.

A snort escaped him when Alexander asked what he had done. He knew very well. Again he came forth, but he fell and Cicero stepped forward. "You will remember later, and you will remember this. Alexander will remember this night and he will he know not to mess with Cicero again." It was not just his attachment to Damien that was taken that day; it was his dignity, his safety, and with that, his sanity. So much had been taken from him. Cicero snapped his teeth at Alexander's face, aiming to connect them to his face, wherever he would hit with Alexander's drunken wobbles, aiming to draw blood, to possibly maim, to cause pain; to hurt.

feel free to assume whatever wounds and such~!