Autumn's Days Are Numbered

He drew back, feeling the deep rumble of a growl in his throat as his golden eyes bore into the stranger’s. His lip raised with a furious snarl, ready to lash out and use the full force of his larger size to wipe the smug look on her face…But he didn’t. He shut his eyes tightly and clenched his teeth together, then slowly relaxed. He reminded himself of who he was- who he had told the girl he was; The king of the east, a bolt of lightning in the dark, a Wreckage, and slowly he opened his eyes, narrow with mild annoyance and disapproval. He snorted and raised his head snobbishly, before turning his back on her. “I don’t need to waste my time just to prove a point to some vagabond.” He rumbled proudly, flashing his teeth from over his shoulder as he spoke. “Go bother someone else, maybe they’ll teach you how to speak properly.” He hissed sardonically and picked up his bird before walking slowly and calmly away.