Hoshor Plains Looking for life

Impressed, almost.

This tempestuous man, seething with rage, kept him on his toes; unsleeping. It was a welcome challenge, a worthy opponent, and loss or win Aries would take this spar in stride. He savoured the irascible belligerence, but no sliver of sinister merriment shone in his gaze - a cold slate of enigmatic formality. While some led with erratic emotion, others led with controlled apathy.

A pierce of skin at his scruff - if it pained him, it was not visible to the eye. The silencer snapped his jaws, aiming to clench flesh between tenacious incisors; just out of reach, and anticipating another blow he backed up, tail raised, horripilating. He would wait for an opening before initiating his next strike.