Lone Star Mountain see in the dark

quick post before work. i tried to touch upon everything but if i missed anything feel free to poke me. <3

vex’s ears splay back against his skull as arbiter chides that they aren’t old enough. he wants to argue; it lingers like whiskey on the tip of his tongue: burning but he doesn’t get the chance to utter anything but a breath. defiant wild child as vex undoubtedly is, he also knows that he’s already in a heap of shit and running away wouldn’t be wise. not with these strangers surrounding them. his hackles prickle and a low growl rumbles in his throat as he follows his mother’s gaze to see the lighter man dragging haunt back.

with too much going on, an overload of all of his senses and all of his primal instincts — especially with the appearance of a woman, touching the large white male tentatively — he doesn’t notice haunt’s injury.

not until he shadows arbiter and realizes his sister isn’t moving. panic swells within him. haunt? he chokes out her name as he is instructed not to touch her; comforted by the fact that she still draws breath. it is brief. anger and fear meld together within vex and he turns to face the light colored man; accusation in his fierce gaze. you! he spits. you did this to her! he snarls; knowing that he didn’t stand a chance. even as an adult he’d have been hard pressed to fight off three wolves but gods how he wants to. how he doesn’t care that he’s young and green and laughable.

the rage that courses thru his veins makes him feel invincible and he just barely keeps himself from acting upon it. arbiter already had one kid out cold …but everything about his body language is hostile.

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