Ravensblood Forest you be talkin hella tough on twitter, pull the fuck up

Vaati chuckles sardonically at his uncle's anger. He had promised nothing to them. He had made no unbreakable vows, nor pledges to their cause. The only thing that had motivated him to follow them was the blood they shared, and now, his blood lied in Rusalka. "Why so serious, uncle?" His head cocks to the side a fraction, arching an inquisitive brow. Of course, he is aware why Damien feels the need to treat him with such hostility, but it is in error. "It is merely a question." He chides, pale eyes seeking to meet the other's vicious glare. 

A part of him likes the air of confrontation that surrounds their present encounter, enjoying the light thrill of tension which indicates a brawl to follow. Not that he enjoys spilling the blood of his family, but there is an untouched hatred within him for the matriarchs of Blackfeather Woods, associating much of his family with the ruins of his early life. Perhaps, that too is misplaced and he is no better than Damien. But neither is the one to pay much attention to common sense when he would rather lick his lips and snarl.