≴❀≵ — River’s words hurt, but far less than he expected them too, which probably had to do with the fact that he was pretty sure River didn’t actually feel that way and only spoke such phrases because he had to. Arius, however, wasn’t going to have it. Not for as long as he was alive and kicking.
“I’m not going to give up just because he says what he’s been conditioned to say. You’re an IDIOT if you think otherwise.”
≴❀≵ — He hadn’t gotten to where he was today by giving up. Arius was quite sure that the very idea of giving up had been ejected from the possible list of answers in his brain. He was a stubborn one; stubborn until DEATH and he wasn’t going to give up on the one kid he cared about. He c o u l d n ’ t.
≴❀≵ — Not to mention that now there was tea and teacup parts all over his floor, the hair he had tried so hard to tame was in ruins, and now he was pretty sure he was going to develop stress lines. It really wasn’t his day.
“I wasn’t KIDDING when I said you’d have to go through me - you’ll have to crawl over my dead body, now get your filthy paws off of him.”
≴❀≵ — He then proceeded to aim a nice hard to kick to Silas’s head.
Ah, what a shame. It looked like there was yet another loss of a friend. But, Silas would be fine. He didn’t need Arius, he didn’t need ANYONE. It was evident that these two cared about each other– It was sickening, in a sense. But he could care less. He didn’t care how these two became what they were today, but today, at this very moment ; he intended to DESTROY whatever they had.
Before he could react quick enough, there was a sudden blow to his head, a kick per say. His neck must have made the LOUDEST CRACK ever, even Auden himself was surprised by it. The very sound– this was probably enough to kill a human, but a vampire. let alone the FOURTH PROGENITOR, it would take more than a little kick to the head.Though, there was another thing that caught him off guard. He was B L E E D I N G! Hand pressed against the side of his head– it felt w e t. Pulling away to examine what it was, blood.
AS IF HE WEREN’T MAD ENOUGH! BUT SOMEONE HAD THE AUDACITY TO MAKE HIM B L E E D.
Pushing River aside as if he were a toy, and he was, fangs were bared and the glint in his eyes had suddenly turned sinister.
“MY F I L T H Y PAWS? I SHOULD BE SAYING SUCH TO YOU! I’M THE ONE WHO FOUND HIM, I’M THE ONE WHO CLAIMED HIM, AND HERE YOU ARE TRYING TO TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME.
I WILL DO MORE THAN CRAWL, I WILL S T E P ALL OVER YOUR D E A D BODY.”
With such HARSH words being spat out, Silas lunged himself towards the Sixth Progenitor ; his hands were l o c k e d, fingers curling. It wasn’t all too often Silas would use a weapon, most of the time, he used his BARE HANDS. He used his own hands to I M P A L E his victims.
