[Vander too has always known that anger should be handled with a certain level of care and respect. He’s seen what it’s like when when someone lets it get the better of them—hell, he wasn’t innocent of that either, even before now. He spent too much of his youth letting it be his driving force, his motivation. It led him to some good things, but it’s so easy to let it go too far. He’s toed that line before, but not like this. Never like this.
All that exists within that anger now is the desire to draw blood, to see the life fading out of vibrant eyes. And the eyes staring him down now are so full of life with that fury to match his own. Every successful strike urges him to push harder; every wound received entices a whisper in the back of his mind that there needs to be payback. How can anyone dare try to stop this pure and primal force? Didn’t they understand that needed to be free and unhindered?
He would make them understand, then.
The man—the fellow beast—that Vander should know better to be a friend, charges forward, his own claws sinking into Vander’s arms. His opponent’s use of momentum is a good play, and for the second time now he goes careening into the dirt with the other man following. But he can’t let this slip-up stand a second time, and he twists as they go falling, pulling the pair of them to land heavily on their sides. His arms are still within Amos’s grasp, but those fangs of his remain free, and he makes a snap at his face now that they’re in close quarters.]
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All that exists within that anger now is the desire to draw blood, to see the life fading out of vibrant eyes. And the eyes staring him down now are so full of life with that fury to match his own. Every successful strike urges him to push harder; every wound received entices a whisper in the back of his mind that there needs to be payback. How can anyone dare try to stop this pure and primal force? Didn’t they understand that needed to be free and unhindered?
He would make them understand, then.
The man—the fellow beast—that Vander should know better to be a friend, charges forward, his own claws sinking into Vander’s arms. His opponent’s use of momentum is a good play, and for the second time now he goes careening into the dirt with the other man following. But he can’t let this slip-up stand a second time, and he twists as they go falling, pulling the pair of them to land heavily on their sides. His arms are still within Amos’s grasp, but those fangs of his remain free, and he makes a snap at his face now that they’re in close quarters.]