Anger is another language

What right did he think he had? Nirah mindlessly kneeded the black sands under his claws. Dragging the sand to the point where he had made scratches in the soft material. His claws still hurt a little from his spat with Eraithus. Traitor. he had thought to himself. Nirah felt betrayed by the only father figire he had. Part of him wished hed never sought out the man t tell him his wife was dead.

So hed ran back to the beach. A growl in his throat. "Fine if he wont help me ill find my own way to track down the murderer." he slashed out at the sand sending it flying while he sat back with a thump. A heavy sigh leaving him as he tried to close his eyes and take a deep breath.