Ravensblood Forest [M] lonely, lonely, lonely eyes

Edited to change some language; if he doesn't know about sex then he doesn't know to insult people re: sex!

The boy was done with her as soon as he'd dismounted, but hadn't known it at the time. Now though, as they both muddled their way through the situation and she harped on him endlessly, Screech knew. He knew that he had no place in his world for this wretched girl and the hurt that she brought with her. 

She kept on talking, screeching more than even he thought possible, and then when he didn't respond he heard the click of her teeth and felt her narrow misses at his hind end; it was enough to make him swish his tail and pick up the pace, but she was persistent. He spun and snapped at her then, reaching for her face with his teeth — whether or not he scored her dark snout with fresh marks, he was grimacing and cutting her off verbally next.

Do you ever stop talking you fuckin' — you fuckin' shrew? As that flew from his lips he felt instant regret but it did not register on his face. His one eye was wide and wild, and Screech was no longer cowed by his uncertainty. Stop following me. If you don't move your fat ass outta this forest then I will kill you. A lie, but, he couldn't stop unloading word after word. The more the two of them lingered here and shouted at one another, the more likely it was that someone bigger and stronger would appear to drive her off — or he hoped that. Willed it.

This was a mistake. This happened, but it wont, not again, not ever. You get away from me or my family will rip you apart! He launched himself at her then, regardless of the outcome of his assault, found the first opportunity and put some distance between them with some fleet footwork. He took one last look at her as he gathered a wad of spit in his mouth (mixed with blood maybe), and spat in to the snow. The action had a finality to it, even if it was a bit theatrical. After, he spun and took off running.