The elf was really grating on his last nerve and the b***h seemed to know it. His fist was clenched so hard that he knew his knuckles were bone white from the fury he was holding in. His horse was picking up on his growing ill temper and began reacting by whining slightly in fear and tying to back up despite having him on her back. "I'm not a lost mutt." He growled out with more force than he intended while wondering if it would be such a bad thing to turn and rip her head off her shoulders.
No he couldn't do that! He had refused to transform and though despite giving in once turing the attack on the Silver Hand he hadn't changed sense than. Though h couldn't deny how easy it would be to kill her right now she was weaker and thus wouldn't be able to keep up with him. It would be so easy.
No he couldn't do that! He had refused to transform and though despite giving in once turing the attack on the Silver Hand he hadn't changed sense than. Though h couldn't deny how easy it would be to kill her right now she was weaker and thus wouldn't be able to keep up with him. It would be so easy.