Blackfeather Woods kid hang over here, what're you learning in school?

iliksis had expected physical recourse, and was almost disappointed that the worst he had gotten was a scorching glare. certainly, her eyes were not harmless -- he saw a flicker of malice in relmyna's eyes that he wished to witness, or taste. he was quite familiar with that animus, and while he was usually the one to do inflicting, it excited him to possibly receive it from one such as her.

she turned her back to him and he traced her thin outline with a hunger that did not originate in his stomach. it was tempting, but he fought the urge that rose in him. as she turned to look at him, it was certain she would read well of his internal conflict. he caught the intention of her wordless gesture, and rose hastily to follow after her.