Tarn watches as Rampage circles, frame drawn tight. He doesn’t come closer even as he simpers a reassurance, but the taunting edge in his voice does little to put Tarn at ease.
He fights the urge to lash out, if only to stop that infuriating circling.
“Leave me—“ It’s all he can manage before his voice cuts to static.
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He fights the urge to lash out, if only to stop that infuriating circling.
“Leave me—“ It’s all he can manage before his voice cuts to static.