Dawnlark Plains waiting for a rainy day

Eh, I think a couple bites won't do any harm c: Bad language ahead btw :o EDIT: Scratch that, wrapped up an ending with as little pp as I can

Goliath was done talking, this old fuck had definetly had his share, and now it was the fight or flight choice.

Yet the final words were what broke Goliath down into a barbaric, uncivilized frenzy. This old man had pulled his last straw by hinting at a talk with his leader, and Goliath's temper had finally broken. Perhaps it was also the product of some anger-inducing disorder, but right now it was not something that would descalate to a talk.

His head hot with anger, he gave a single final warning; a sharp, guttaral snarl, before throwing in a sharp bite, aiming to gash the old bloke's shoulder.

However, something, perhaps a the shards of a past trauma, stops him. His jaws closing inches away from the unflinching veteran's skull, and Goliath's anger can only be expressed through the terrible, unwanted trembling that shakes his colossal body. A sensation of pins and needles floods his legs and torso, ending with a dull numbness that simply has him still in place, foaming at his mouths, an expression full of anger as the old geezer simply turns and walks off into the distance.