Moonstone Quarry you've taught me to call them all escapes

The fur along his spine rose with every centers. His eyes narrowed, and narrowed, and continued doing so until the stars blurred beneath his Stygian lashes. And, when the ire in his chest reached the cusp of their coffers, he was set to blow when the newcomer blurted his obscenity.

With an equally as icy tone - one borne of quelled wraith - he calmed his emotions enough that he did not weaken himself. His voice slid across the air with a thin countenance; almost condescending. All the while, he did not turn to face this imposter.

"Look at the stars. Imagine it's fire," was all he could manage through grit teeth. Somewhere above, he thought he saw Mars flicker. It was enough to pacify his mounting irritation. "There is Mars, if you need inspiration."