Re: Down to the Root
You're both idiots, he grumbled, ears flattened against his skull. Absolute, insufferable idiots. You don't want him broken, you fool, no more than he wants to push you away.
Glaring with a promise of further violence, he lifted his head and resisted the urge to kick down the tree the bat had perched on. They were such fools!
You swear to her, he demanded in his hard, coldly acidic voice, from this moment you swear that you're going to start sharing your fears.
And you, he added with cold disdain as he regarded the small, feathery bat, If you aren't able to do more than tear someone apart when they displease you, let him find a better bonded. Your rage is as shameful as his foolishness.
Glaring, he looked between the two and snorted with rather clear disgust, You suit each other, fools that you are. You, he snapped, turning to Black Thorn, Rather than tell her you worried over being left again you decided you didn't want to be too close when it happened. And you, he added scornfully, glaring at the small bat, the one responsible for him, the one to take up the chore of his health and well-being, what do you do? You snap and snarl and slap. You give him back his own abuse.
Snorting, he twitched an ear and declared You should both be ashamed. Mend the damage you've caused. Start here. You may bring in others when a proper foundation is established. And the look on his face promised a proper beating should either of them give objection.
It was all just ridiculous.