October 31, 2016, 10:05 PM
The pain of sharp teeth was not what caused him to scream.
It was the fact his little brother was the one that had dared to cause it.
Abandoning is position at his mother's tail, the boy quickly whipped around to glare at the other, a face full of seething and pure resentment. Of all his siblings, he hated Abraxas the most. The younger did everything, so perfect, mother's favorite. Was he not the eldest? Was it not Atshen's duty to be the bossy just as mother was? He had come into the world first, and therefore, this world was his to inherit, not the skinny little loser that was Abraxas. "NO!" The child commanded, right after pulling free of the other's teeth and flinging his body weight on the other's head; anything that would shield the view of his annoying, idiotic, stupid little brother's face. Truly, as he carried on his action, it was the rage that consumed him and eventually, it was no longer a joke. Unconsciously, the boy sought to silence the other in the best way possible; permanently. Paws clambered to push his smaller sibling's head into the ground, yellow eyes lit with the hereditary rage of his mother. Atshen would not be ridiculed, he would not be humiliated. He was the firstborn, and this was his town.
It was the fact his little brother was the one that had dared to cause it.
Abandoning is position at his mother's tail, the boy quickly whipped around to glare at the other, a face full of seething and pure resentment. Of all his siblings, he hated Abraxas the most. The younger did everything, so perfect, mother's favorite. Was he not the eldest? Was it not Atshen's duty to be the bossy just as mother was? He had come into the world first, and therefore, this world was his to inherit, not the skinny little loser that was Abraxas. "NO!" The child commanded, right after pulling free of the other's teeth and flinging his body weight on the other's head; anything that would shield the view of his annoying, idiotic, stupid little brother's face. Truly, as he carried on his action, it was the rage that consumed him and eventually, it was no longer a joke. Unconsciously, the boy sought to silence the other in the best way possible; permanently. Paws clambered to push his smaller sibling's head into the ground, yellow eyes lit with the hereditary rage of his mother. Atshen would not be ridiculed, he would not be humiliated. He was the firstborn, and this was his town.
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bite - by Atshen’s Ghost - October 03, 2016, 10:33 PM
RE: bite - by Atshen’s Ghost - October 31, 2016, 10:05 PM