[ figures he's a god damn greenhorn, but in all honesty jayce might as well be when it comes to being . . . dead and walking about with new dietary needs. he's learned a thing or two about hunting from serph, at least. jayce's eyes twitch and finally leave his glare on the other demon (now young man) when serph mentions viktor. aff . . .
no comment, but rugged features do look more melancholy, soft even, if just for a moment where he must bring his gaze downward to recompose. especially. after this? he's not going back bloodied and more wild animal than man, that was the reason he ran off in the first place.
with heat sounding off with something . . . actually laughable, jayce fixes a glare back to him with a huff of a laugh under his breath, flash of teeth like a dog's stained red. chewing on the remains stuck to his gums, he pushes past them to retrieve his hammer, his limp even more stiff now that his brace is completely frozen at the mechanical bends at his joints. even then, the cold hasn't lifted yet; jayce still feels too bitter to let it heat up again, but at least— all his wounds are healed, too. what remains are the splotches and fabric rips telling of a skirmish.
his antler rack bears pieces and ribbons of sinew like a trophy. ]
He threatens me again, [ because he fought tooth and nail to survive, because he has a reason to live, even if he's essentially dead, ] there won't be a next time.
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no comment, but rugged features do look more melancholy, soft even, if just for a moment where he must bring his gaze downward to recompose. especially. after this? he's not going back bloodied and more wild animal than man, that was the reason he ran off in the first place.
with heat sounding off with something . . . actually laughable, jayce fixes a glare back to him with a huff of a laugh under his breath, flash of teeth like a dog's stained red. chewing on the remains stuck to his gums, he pushes past them to retrieve his hammer, his limp even more stiff now that his brace is completely frozen at the mechanical bends at his joints. even then, the cold hasn't lifted yet; jayce still feels too bitter to let it heat up again, but at least— all his wounds are healed, too. what remains are the splotches and fabric rips telling of a skirmish.
his antler rack bears pieces and ribbons of sinew like a trophy. ]
He threatens me again, [ because he fought tooth and nail to survive, because he has a reason to live, even if he's essentially dead, ] there won't be a next time.