Boartusk Heights vagando en la oscuridad

quick edit, since Reyna joined as I posted!

a voice.

attention was seized, and a growl caught deep in his throat, cerulean hues searching for the owner. 

they spoke, but he did not understand. 

hints. he needed them. 

the facial expressions were enough. or maybe too little. but it was all he had; and he didn't like them. 

¿qué dices que provoca tal expresión? he spits, nostrils flaring. 

the smirk. anger flickered within at such the simple gesture. but it was too alike one he'd seen. and from someone he hated more than life itself, at that.

another who comes, he cannot focus. he wants an answer from the man. now. or there will be hell to pay.