Satisfaction.

Ezra remembered the cocky ass smile his uncle Jaxxon often wore (before all the turmoil he had now been dealing with) and felt that this, here, was why he got it. The Satisfaction of commanding someone. The Satisfaction of just your voice tearing someone down into submission and damn did it feel good.

He could not relish long.

Vitus face was pained, haunted with deep suffering. But could Ezra remember it being anything but this by now? Hard no. Then the world around him seemed to blur. Fogging, fading. The rest of Vitus words, in that small explanation, sounding as though he were under water. A sound which grew to a high buzzing mimicking now what one might hear after standing too near an explosion.

what....? Surely not. NO! A sudden shout out in defiance, once he was able to breath again. NO! Even louder now and he found that the buzzing didn't stop, but grew louder. If Astarot were still there, he would have been met with Ezra's teeth, so instead he jerks forward and lifts his front legs so that he could shove them into Vitus. He does so with every intension to throw his weight down on him and knock his ass to the ground. A sharp pain tingles up through Ezra's front bad leg, the nerve damage there taking its toll.

Nearly toppling himself as he falls back to all fours, he began his screaming. If others were in the area, surely they would hear the news too.

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What the fuck do you mean she fought a bear??? Was there no one else? What happen? Do they not have any healers? Why didn't they get a healer!? I'll fucking kill. them. Blood for blood

In his yelling, came snarling, came snaps of his jaws and silent tears streaming down his face. Then he began to pant, as one canine might do when their emotions got all in a knot. Brother, please, tell me it's not true...!