Bearclaw Valley Uncertain flame

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Clay watched, his emerald gaze raking over the little king—who seemed to grow with festering pride and wickedness before his very gaze. He knew he was taller than Merrick in every given right, but right now he felt smaller than ever in the overwhelming presence of the other who breathed deeply and snapped at him. The Easthollian jumped slightly at the abrupt action before relaxing, standing tall and unyielding in the presence. His fur as been nicked—clipped, maybe, by the jaws of the other. He couldn't tell. Not with the pounding of his head drumming in his ears.

Yet he said nothing more to the demon, not wanting to drag out this chilling encounter any more than it has. And as he side-stepped the jet-black, eerie looking woman he felt the weight of her upon his back in a flash.

Pain.
Piercing.
Burning.

It stung on his shoulders near his spine, and Clay, used to the slow ache within his flesh, flinched and turned his head to face her with teeth gritted and ears back. His fangs shown beneath curled lips as he cursed at the woman with loud ferocity not akin for someone of his size.

"Don't you-HEY!" Caught by the soft flesh on his nape, the prince's head was dragged downward to Toad's stature, his legs going ramrod straight as he tried to pull away from the attack. "Don't touch me, you cretin! Fight me yourself, Merrick!"