Redsand Canyon grow up, grow up, grow up, grow up

He didn't mean to snap, but the fellow's words stoked the fire within his body.

"Or is he fucking you too?"

Red-hot, searing heat scorched the boy's veins, and in an attempt to cool them he sucked in a short gasp before looking upwards. What did this idiot know? HOW could he know? Was it plain as day?

Rising up to his (unsteady) paws, Clay gave the other a murderous glare as he moved forward. Long stilted legs carrying him somewhat easy to the lad, but no doubt the wobble of his hind gave away the truth: he had in fact been a product of the monster's desire recently.

With a ghosted breath so small and little, the prince uttered something closely to the others face while mere hairs away; "Shut the fuck up."

It was a simple phrase, straight to the point and leaving nothing behind to imagine when it came to the boy's anger. He couldn't afford to say anything more unless he wanted his voice to warble. The fact of 'too' was a punch in his gut.

Donovan was fucking others.
He wasn't the only one.

He wasn't special.