Sleepy Fox Hollow such sweet nothing

She tries to skirt out of the blame. It’s reminiscent of before when she did not take the blame, refused to see why he holds such anger. It can be traced back farther than Asterr and all the way to his roots, but it unraveled bit by bit and she’d taken the last few pieces he had left and thrown them to the wind. He’d been raw and opened only to finally harden his core. With his shell gone, there is nothing left to protect the outside world from what is left.

“Why don’t you see it?” he growls, watching her retreat again. Her display of dominance is thrown aside and fuels him, makes him bigger. “I didn’t have much when you found me and what I did have, you took from me. You did not care what happened to me.”

Back away.

Her attempts to get him to back down only amuse him, finding a game within her words. The girl he’d taken a few days ago had caved to his will without fight but this was different. She allowed him to release his anger but it had not been enough, it had only been the floodgates opening. “I am the only thing left of my father,” he tells her with another step back, expecting her to react as the opposite magnet with and equal amount of distance of her retreat. Surma does not wait for her response, tired of hearing her words, tired of hearing her excuses. The brute closes the distance in less than a second with open jaws, finally getting the need he’d craved all along.