Shadowwyn Moor Where Oh Where, Art Thou

Forgetting the girl’s presence was easier than acknowledging her after the male’s arrival, as he was the one to receive the entirety of Xan’s attention thereafter. Even with him settling down—probably because of the girl—the albino did not, instead remaining just as on edge and ready for a fight as before. Rather than slowly fading away, his anger only grew, fueled by the words—lies—of their latest guest.

“Never?” he questioned, taking a threatening step towards them. “If you were to die, then you’d be leaving her forever—and everyone eventually dies.” There was so much working against him, keeping him from relaxing and, better yet, leaving. From the girl’s earlier sobbing to her little friend’s attempts at standing up to him, his annoyance had increased tenfold, flooding over and converting into anger alone. And whilst every part of him screamed attack because of this, he remained where he was, silently glaring and waiting—waiting for a reason to either spring forth or leave them to go on their ways.