Barrow Fields (ver)x gon' give it to ya

Leave.

He turned, lips curling upward as soon as he smelled the sound on the man. This guy was new; he didn't remember seeing him when Blackhead had led her band up the cliffs. New blood, didn't know what kind of powder keg he was fucking with. Verx rolled his eyes, continuing on as if the other hadn't spoken.

I'm just going for a walk, man, he retorted, ears folded slightly backward. Ain't a crime to walk on neutral ground. Part of him itched for a fight, but the more pragmatic side knew it probably wasn't wise to tear into a Rusalka motherfucker. Not so soon after shit had gone down. That might take it from a skirmish to all out war; you just never knew.