Silverlight Terrace run, boy, run.

Keir's arrogance did not relent, even as his body did. Claws dug into the sensitive tissue along his spine, and he felt stone dig painfully into his stomach-- but Keir would not go down easy. He was no stranger to the abuse, to the beatings, to the pain; so much so that he did not cry out, scarcely grimaced, when mighty paws bore down on his face and began to tear the skin to bloody clumps of fur and flesh.

He was too weak to fight back, to stop the onslaught of fury raining down unto him-- but the lad still had his tongue. "Heh," Keir sneered, though withering underneath Hrath's weight as if he was but a daisy, fire blazed in his yellow eyes. "You'v-- lost your-- touch-- old man!" he sputtered between each brutal blow. Keir jerked his head back to evade a strike, and twisted around to sink those damned teeth into his leg, biting down until he felt something crack. 

There was no fucking way in hell Keir would go down without his father's flesh between his teeth, his blood caked underneath his claws. He bit down deeper, his heart pounding like a rabbit's footfall in the moments before its miserable life ended.