there was much dillying and dallying over whether he'd listen to the stars and their little charade, but as it is, he's not FOOLISH as to squander his skills and allow them to atrophy and crumble into dust. but he despises being at another's beck and call, being told what to do and how to proceed with his life. but it all falls apart when under his nose one of his most precious belongings — — GONE! oh, how lucky they are to provide SUITABLE targets for his wrath!
the bizarre canids of the netwalk flee before his thunderous steps ( he's always been … slightly more receptive to animals, but in this instant, he's FAR too angry to care ) as he glowers, bloodstone gaze digging into his surroundings. a hard shelled bug wanders across his path as if right on cue, to which teeth bare and a heavy swing of the sword severs it, cleaves the animal in half / into binary code. SATISFYING? perhaps, but only for an instant. only just the briefest feeling of RELIEF.
@mcircnyu liked for a starter.