Dragoncrest Cliffs i could defeat you if it came to a physical confrontation.

The feisripa wanted to rip some faces. He'd had a terrible time attempting to sleep that night, and so he had abandoned hougeda to spend the last couple of hours before dawn in search of something to satisfy his restlessness. The trip around the borders had yielded no relief, and so he found himself with sand between his toes and saltwater lapping steadily across his feet as the tide came in.

Artaax was not one to stop and admire the world around him, so he paid no attention as the sky began to lighten into shades of periwinkle and rose. His attention was on the shoreline that stretched out before him, his eyes ever roving the path ahead for an obstacle he might tackle. He wanted to fight or to hunt, to tear something to pieces and taste blood on his tongue. It was a shame their douchebag neighbors had fled the coast as otherwise, he may have paid them a visit.

Gulls cried overhead, distracting him from his thoughts of the pale asshole he'd demolished with Furi and @Blixen those months ago. He'd thought them both morons for engaging in the fight over whatever that one guy's name had been at the time. At the moment, though, he considered that they may have been onto something.