[That smile is enough to stir a fire within his gut and it is not the same fire, the same strength that he was used too. He does not like the other simply by his face, simply by his appearance and the way that he stands there. It is average because he cannot seem to reply to it, he cannot comprehend it and the anger, the rage will come later when he learns more of this place, learns more of this human form. He cannot push himself up easily but he does, still not willing to test the legs he was given.
His nails scrape against the stone flooring and pull back slightly, one snapping off which he seems to ignore at the moment.] This is not even familiar the death that I am used to offering those that look upon me in such a way.
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His nails scrape against the stone flooring and pull back slightly, one snapping off which he seems to ignore at the moment.] This is not even familiar the death that I am used to offering those that look upon me in such a way.