Ankyra Sound You will never be alone.

Fighting every temptation, every desire of each fibre of his being to destroy the boy, to devour him whole as the mouthful squirmed and kicked in his maw, caged by unrelenting fangs that threatened to steal the breath of this newborn soul. The fact that he didn't was gift enough for this youth and his mother, mothers from his understanding of this one's situation at home.

Once the boy was thrown, Vengeance expected one of two things. The kid would retaliate once more, or accept defeat; to which after a moment, the later is what followed. Pathetically the child rolled over in submission, crying and weeping from the experience he had just gone through. There was a moment of a glare that he spotted from the child, but it did not last long once he was shown what a growl should sound like.

Disapointed, the man stood still once again, towering where he stood as he looked down on the boy in a gaze that one could only see as disgust. If this was his boy he wouldn't stop, a toss and a growl was nothing to cry at for a warrior. Only one thought came to mind as he stood there watching the youth. He may become big someday, but - You will never be strong with cowardice like this. Through his nose he huffed, nostrils flaring as he forced the air through them in one gust. 

With that he was done. He saw no promise from this one. Turning his back on the young pup, Vengeance returned to the beach to search for something else more entertaining...