Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20131214021037/@comment-11588669-20131230030129

Nox shook his head, and removed the bandage. He'd let it heal on it's own. A reminder to keep himself in check.

He had very, very few scars. And the teen didn't necessarily like having them. But, the few he allowed to scar over, were for reminders. The most prevelant for him to always, always watch over his brother. The one time he didn't, Umbra had gotten in a bit too much trouble. Nox couldn't find a way out. There were four- he beat two, but one caught him across the face with a rusted knife.

The only reason he managed to live was because Cobalt saw what was happening, and interfered. The job as a Bouncer was more for the Bartender to keep an eye on Nox and Umbra than for him to patrol the club. Though, Nox did a damn fine job of it.

Shaking his head to rid his thoughts, Nox saw it was his turn. The boy with black and blue hair stood, and went his turn, getting a strike. It wasn't as flamboyant as the others, but it still racked up the score for him. He was behind by one point. So, Idina had to miss once, and he could make a comback.

Rage still simmered within him. Rage that someone would attempt to force choices on another. That the Omega would attempt to tell him, the Alpha, that a female was off limits! His bestial side was seething, and a low growl escaped his throat before Nox could cut it off. He sighed, taking a sip of water. It was a battle for dominence, and one he really didn't want to have.

Sometimes, being a half-faunus sucked.

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Tristan began thinking over what to do. He wanted Tianee. He did, truly. She was different then other girls, better. Kinder.

He had to get her alone, if just to talk. But...how?