ISAR
Arm yourself
"Ah. Are they the majority? Because if not, it seems they're the ones who need to get over it," he shrugged. "Not sayin that because I enjoyed my old life, mind you. I prefer having options. But, well... no one should have to hide and scrape and ask for permission to be who they are, right?"
Shrugging that it was all he had to say on the subject, a responding smile spread slowly onto Isar's lips. His teeth were not quite as sharp as Astaroth's but the sudden intensity in his eyes made up for it in spades. "Here's where the food's at," he said; and in a sudden flurry of movement he shifted into a Fyrhund and lunged for the remains of the Ramphire. It was a challenge, a dare, a taunt - it was a hungry man's desperation showing through and allowed to take the reins.
This was not a friendly spar. This was a fight for survival, and a measure of strength to see who would come out on top.
Shrugging that it was all he had to say on the subject, a responding smile spread slowly onto Isar's lips. His teeth were not quite as sharp as Astaroth's but the sudden intensity in his eyes made up for it in spades. "Here's where the food's at," he said; and in a sudden flurry of movement he shifted into a Fyrhund and lunged for the remains of the Ramphire. It was a challenge, a dare, a taunt - it was a hungry man's desperation showing through and allowed to take the reins.
This was not a friendly spar. This was a fight for survival, and a measure of strength to see who would come out on top.
Because no one else here will save you
