Mongrel mind

Jace lifted blue eyed gaze to the sky and swore under his breath Oh fuck. It was not the time for him to be called to a cock fight. He already had one and that was enough for a day he felt, jeesh. Standing up tall and hissing through his teeth, at the pain that shot up his leg into his chest, like a sharp knife poker hot. Not that he would really know what a knife felt like. He limped and tripped down the lands to stand in front of the healer of the creek. He stared at him refusing to lessen the stare, or even look down. what da fuck you want Beautiful? So tell me Razo what is it that you need with me? I think your leader has done enough damage to the pack, if I were you I wouldn’t do anymore. His words were ripe with sarcasm and irritation.

He stood then waiting Blue eyes gazing at him, the scars that littered his pelt and around his neck hardened in the sun, while the blood that covered his face and the wounds on his shoulder that Scimitar had left, still littered his obsidian coat, not having gotten to completely cleaning his body of the blood yet. He dipped pink tongue out, and traced the piece of flesh torn from his muzzle and waited. you should see the other guy. was all he said, though he was fairly certain that Scimitar didn’t look that bad. He had aimed mostly for the guy’s chest and shoulder so those would be the worst wounds.