There is the urge to laugh, to be so entertained by the boy's fierceness and yet, I am not foolish enough to ignore the clear tension and electricity sparking where our worlds touch. Instead, I stand steadfast, offering him as little as possible as he tries to pull some kind of...anger from me. Is this a test, child? Does he wish to see if he can lure out rage from another? I sneer to myself. "Rivalry? Ah, how I've forgotten that the young know so little." It is then that I offer the smallest hmph of a laugh lost in the back of my throat. I sneer completely this time, a smirk of pure satisfaction as his facade begins to crumble. This is who I really came to see. I did not come to see a slinking shadow or some child hiding behind his father and siblings. I wanted this.
He charges then, flashing his teeth and gnashing. I respond passively, disengaging from his attempts with only the loss of fur before I stand tall, rising to my full height with the bastard child of a laugh and snarl. My lips rise and I stand tall over him, bringing my teeth down towards his muzzle in a display of dominance; his words meet my ears but I focus only on bringing him down to a level more becoming of him for now. I will put my weight into it if I must for this is no challenge: he is an imputent child having a tantrum. I bite back, Blackthorne.
"But you'll never forget him, will you? Blackthorne, haunted by a shadow he can never quite escape. They won't need to remember him: you'll remind them." I spit the words at him with a wicked grin, all tooth and claw as I scramble to put him down. "Wasting your anger on something like this while he creeps about with your sisters and mother," the words are cold as I come to stop, my lips breaking from a snarl into a wicked grin. "Excuse me, child, if I do not take you seriously. From one sinner to another: you're wasting your time. He'll die old and grey long before you even get a taste." My head lowers then, my tail arching over my back as I take a stiff step towards him. I'm pushing him, yes, and I shan't stop until he moves the way I want him to. Ah, my apologies old friend, but I know a bother when I see one and this boy is quite the solution.