[ winds die. the cold stills. it doesn't get any worse, but it does fail to dwindle. ice crackles where it clings, and once jayce has his footing, he could be easily trusted not to go at it again. there's no resistance to his collar, only a light tap on serph's arm to let him go, and an incredulous stare between the two.
until heat says that— jayce doesn't, perse, charge, but he does stomp his good hoof down and throw his antler rack in a way only an enraged stag would. baring his bloody teeth, jayce spits out a coaglate hanging at the back of his throat and snarls: ]
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until heat says that— jayce doesn't, perse, charge, but he does stomp his good hoof down and throw his antler rack in a way only an enraged stag would. baring his bloody teeth, jayce spits out a coaglate hanging at the back of his throat and snarls: ]
Fuck you, I was defending myself.