wcathervaned : is that … blood ? (from Ajax)
he was a fighter , a rebel , a man with no limits. bloodied & beaten , fang & fist used far more than his words. bringing his arm to rub away the crimson that trickled from his broken nose. bones slowly mending back to shape as he sniffed back the pain. quick up the stairwell before he finally caught a glimpse of the other male. ─── he had heard about him. enid bubbled on & on several times. devilish smirk painting across his lips , head falling to the side as his earring jangled. tongue swiping along his extended fangs. ‘ yeah , it belongs to a punk that made a sly ass comment to my cousin. ’
kerr bucked up arms rolling back to straight his posture , those pearly whites bared. enid would surely hurt him for this. but there was nothing wrong with getting a message across. head tilting to the opposite side as he stepped a bit closer. ‘ curiosity has me wanting to know , if i shove you when you are stoned n ` i shatter your arm off . . . does it grow back ? ’ was it a threat ? most definitely.











