[ There’s no surprise when the blow comes, the smack fending off the hand so brazenly reaching to touch the murderous little kitten at his feet. No, Phainon does nothing to dissuade him away from the similarities he’s found. Least of all when he’s left with his hair so terribly mused, ruffled in a soft-looking messy disarray. The sting of the blow is nothing between them. There’s no missing the fury simmering that Phainon is, despite how things may appear, attempting to hold back.
Perhaps in the future he will give Phainon the chance for the fight he so desperately yearns for. He doesn’t put the thought to words, doesn’t need Phainon salivating over the thought until it becomes reality.
Mydeimos stands, moving as if nothing occurred, not taking any vengeance on the slight against him. His behavior hasn’t been the worst. Mydei likes that spark, that unflagging courage. ]
And how many humans have you known me to keep?
[ This hunter should know very well when he thinks about it. No rumors have mentioned anything about Mydei keeping captives — he’s merely assuming he isn’t the first. His gaze flickers over the whole of Phainon before he glances over at his companions. ]
What makes you think I’d care to keep terrified pets around?
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Perhaps in the future he will give Phainon the chance for the fight he so desperately yearns for. He doesn’t put the thought to words, doesn’t need Phainon salivating over the thought until it becomes reality.
Mydeimos stands, moving as if nothing occurred, not taking any vengeance on the slight against him. His behavior hasn’t been the worst. Mydei likes that spark, that unflagging courage. ]
And how many humans have you known me to keep?
[ This hunter should know very well when he thinks about it. No rumors have mentioned anything about Mydei keeping captives — he’s merely assuming he isn’t the first. His gaze flickers over the whole of Phainon before he glances over at his companions. ]
What makes you think I’d care to keep terrified pets around?