Always running his mouth, yeah he's got a few scars
There is no poetry in Nate's mind, accompanying his idea, his little game. He's running on instinct, more or less, this particular cruelty coming easily to him, justified in his own mind with the same ease. The other man deserved to be afraid, for a moment, a breath, the amount of time it took him to run back to safety.
He can't tell if it's the roar, or the shove, or some combination thereof, but the sight of the younger man stumbling brings enough of a mean grin to Nate's face that he decides to just let the other run, to stay where he is until he's alone again. He takes a single, threatening step forward when amber eyes turn back towards him, the last warning the hunter will get before Nate really does start moving, though he doesn't seem to need the encouragement.
It's a little bit of a surprise as Nate watches the other make a beeline towards the trees, instead of the city. Sharp blue eyes follow the sprint, now quietly interested in what the other would do, what the trick was here, though Nate still doesn't move, arms crossed in front of him.
He can't tell if it's the roar, or the shove, or some combination thereof, but the sight of the younger man stumbling brings enough of a mean grin to Nate's face that he decides to just let the other run, to stay where he is until he's alone again. He takes a single, threatening step forward when amber eyes turn back towards him, the last warning the hunter will get before Nate really does start moving, though he doesn't seem to need the encouragement.
It's a little bit of a surprise as Nate watches the other make a beeline towards the trees, instead of the city. Sharp blue eyes follow the sprint, now quietly interested in what the other would do, what the trick was here, though Nate still doesn't move, arms crossed in front of him.
NATE
