Always running his mouth, yeah he's got a few scars
Nate's head cocked to the side as the bow was brandished, the reminder of a threat, of defence, flashed in his face. Absently, he wondered if he could close the distance between them before an arrow was knocked, if he could be upon the other man before it was loosed. He was on the edge of the blood circle, and he was fast, especially under the cover of darkness like they were.
The sharpness of his face seemed to shatter inwards, the edges of it becoming jagged. Anger, not irritation, not frustration, but proper anger finally gripped Nate. There was no warning before he moved, the distance between closed in an inhale, his hand wrapping around the other mans wrist to keep him from raising the bow. "It's real fuckin' bold to call someone a monster to their face." He hisses, other hand moving to grab at the front of Kellan's shirt, keeping him from pulling away. "There's worse monsters than me too, but you won't get to meet them unless you say you're sorry."
The comment about the a god making him the way he was was ignored by Nate, for the moment. Something to circle back around to with a clearer head.
The sharpness of his face seemed to shatter inwards, the edges of it becoming jagged. Anger, not irritation, not frustration, but proper anger finally gripped Nate. There was no warning before he moved, the distance between closed in an inhale, his hand wrapping around the other mans wrist to keep him from raising the bow. "It's real fuckin' bold to call someone a monster to their face." He hisses, other hand moving to grab at the front of Kellan's shirt, keeping him from pulling away. "There's worse monsters than me too, but you won't get to meet them unless you say you're sorry."
The comment about the a god making him the way he was was ignored by Nate, for the moment. Something to circle back around to with a clearer head.
NATE
