Noctisardor Bypass driver picks the music

the confusion upon his packmate’s visage doesn’t even faze vex; true or not, he assumes that every and any adult — and probably royal too — was watching and spying on him; making sure he didn’t slip out of the borders again. he wouldn’t. at least, not yet. not until haunt was better. i don’t want you do anything. vex corrects waspishly; offering no explanation to poor pheiros. he had no time to offer insight into his jump-the-gun conclusions, nor his self-importance …as if none of the legionnaires had anything better to do then make sure he wasn’t sneaking off ( surely, they did and he was just taking his frustration out on whichever unfortunate soul crosses his path ).

it wasn’t fair; that someone should feel the sting of his self-loathing and annoyance at his mother but anyone who unknowingly stepped into his crosshairs was good enough for vex.

like that, vex emphasizes. that fur and those ears. half-breed, half-breed, half-breed. you don’t look like a wolf. vex clarifies, sneering like the nasty little shitstain he was.

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