Hoshor Plains suburban muse

rarely is he the instigator of fights. actually, thats a complete lie but it's okay it's his thoughts.

but this bitch has really, truly, gotten on his last and only nerve. his warning came clear, and she ignored it. so, the bard is ready to take things into his own hands as her words become nothing more than noise.

his bony body twists as he snaps for her jugular, black lips pulled up. spittle connect his teeth together even as they part to attempt to clutch onto envy's neck.