Hoshor Plains Looking for life

Derg listened, watched.
Fumed in silence.
Her let Donovan weave words made of silk, to a man born of ice; so he thought.

His tail lashed in a feline manner.
He would like to string him from the trees and watch coyotes jump to rip his still seeing eyes from his face.
He just wanted him to fuck off now. Have him just leave. Get away from him.
Derg would find him and finish the job another day as Donovan said should happen.
Derg stood, shifting behind Donovan's form. Letting him get rid of Aries for now.

'Til another day.