Blacktail Deer Plateau disasterpiece

eyes are molten with molten steel and ire. lips curled, muscles tense, and all he receives is a fucking shove. no bite, no fight. it's as disappointing as it is enraging. "kill me?" v scoffs. he smiles, but it's pointed and all teeth. 

"gonna have to get in line. ain't the first time i've heard that." he's itching for a scuffle; a clash of fang, a battle of wit. annoyance seeps beneath his skin when he doesn't get more than a rough laugh. 

"caught me at a bad time, is all." he rasps. this is precisely why he deprives himself of sleep. "name's v. ain't a fuckin' samurai, either. merc through and through, no fancy sword."