Blackfeather Woods Lenny's Arrival

No matter his size, the boy's anger was beyond his years; inherited by the fire that inhibited his very mother. It was not the only thing he had received by her; the ability to tell when he was being screwed with. Stepping back, the boy's eyes narrowed against the stranger's act of frailty, full knowing he did not possess the ability to take down the man; his goal had been to chase him away. Did the stranger not see him worthy, but a joke? Did the stranger even know who he was messing with? Bit by bit, the boy's eyes hardened as his anger grew, and it was prominent on his facial features.

However, his younger brother's amused expression did not go unnoticed.

Abandoning the stranger but keeping his advice; the boy changed targets unto his sibling. Atshen was the eldest, and Abraxas would soon learn it if he ever wanted to live an untormented life. Throwing himself, teeth and claw, at his brother's side where the man suggested it hurt, the boy attempted to barrel him over. Anything to teach him exactly who was superior in their childhood, and who was to be respected as Mother was, for Atshen was the chosen one while Abraxas was nothing. Nothing. The thought was as real as the sun and the moon, his earliest account of sheer hate.