Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20131214021037/@comment-11588669-20131229075304

Something in him growled, and he stepped forward, invading Tristan's personal space. This was his territory. And he'd be damned if he let some upstart usurp his authority, and tell him what. To. Do.

"Listen up, Omega." He hissed, and the hockey player's eyes widened in anger at the implication. "You will shut up, and let her decide what is best. And start treating any female in here with respect! Or so help me, you're going to be skating with broken legs. Am. I. Understood." Tristan was slightly taller than the bouncer, but Nox had something he didn't: shear intimidation factor. The amber around his eyes grew slightly, and set the player on edge. But he wouldn't back down. Not for a mongral like this.

"Or what, will you do? You can't attack me. You can't lay a hand on me, lowborn." Nox's eyes blazed at the insult. Lowborn was a term used to describe someone who didn't know their parents. It was derogatory. Basically saying they were no more than dirt.

For someone who built themselves up, it was not taken lightly.

"And what about the heir who couldn't even rise on his own merits? Or sees every women through his dick instead of his eyes?" Nox grinned as Tristan's lips curled.

Umbra glanced over, and nearly fell out of his seat he shot towards the two so fast. "Shit, shit, shit shit shit shit shit...." He really had to break this up.

"What about all those times I've thrown you from the Club?" His eyes widened, and the Heir grit his teeth. "It was your ass that wouldn't leave the waitresses alone. I remember it now. They told you, time and time again, how they didn't want you touching them. And you did it anyways. You're nothing. But a sick, egotistical bastard who has no self control..." That made Tristan snap. The hockey player threw a punch which connected with Nox's face, hard enough to turn it. Blood dripped down from a cut caused by the rich boy's ring.

In hindsight, that was not Nox's smartest move. Mocking someone. He never really did it. He just really, really didn't like Tristan.

"Oh...shit..." Umbra stopped when Nox chuckled.

A hand shot up, and gripped Tristan's throat. And Nox sqeezed, closing his windpipe. "You need to learn your place, Omega." The bouncer shoved Tristan back into the wall, before slamming his fist into his face. The move bounced his target's head off of the surface behind him.