Shadow Mountain Vhenan Aravel

A reedy scoff chuffed through Varian's teeth, chest raised and braced against the maddening, childish remarks chucked his way. It was almost worse than torture, and even worse than that, he wasn’t forced to sit there and take it. He could very well have walked away, done something, anything better with his time. Yet, there he stood.


His brows pinched together, appearing outwardly contemplative, though there was no real constructive thought behind it. Only an old sore, reopened and festering as he boiled over the limit. Big and scary? What are you, a pup? Varian's lip twitched up over his teeth, a sort of bitterness staining his words. You wanna see big and scary, Mouse?