THE DREAM CALLS FOR BLOOD

Navy blue eyes shifted from his verbal quarrel with the older male to that of the pallid face of the quiet femme. She speaks respectfully and is clearly no match for the stranger yet there is no letting up of his weight upon the dainty, dead bird.

Asterion's eyes narrow as they return to the male and though he is physically incapable of defending the girl's things he will not back down. The attention is returned to the brindled child as he is met with opposition and virulent words. Eyes widen as the male slinks down to tear the wing from the avian creature - a direct insult to the blue and red eyed female as she had requested it to be left intact. His lips draw up into a snarl as fire boils within him at the blatant disregard of the fool.

He looks to Achlys for a swift moment and then to the male as the bird corpse now bursts between his jaws. Bright red cruor spurts in all directions and bones crackle beneath the weight of his force. The young furian is seething and yet he is not foolish enough to engage in a physical fight with this bastard. He was too young, still too small, and not yet experienced enough.

"LEAVE!" It is demanded in a maddened growl as saliva is spat from his jowls. "If you dare to show your face to either of us again.. I swear to you that your head will be mine." A bold thread for one so young and yet he knows of what power he will someday hold. It is a confidence that has been instilled within he and his siblings since their first breath. They were apex, they were formidable, they were of hell itself. And only witless cretins dare to call a devil to their doorstep.