hate is a strong word but i really really don't like you

Poem never found a good time to mention to Noir about her step up in rank, but Rhyme predicting the fallout, had. Noir was always on his best behavior (for the most part) when he was with his father, and though the boiling anger within had tried to erupt while he was in Rhyme’s presence Noir had controlled it. Rhyme had remained with him the rest of the day, just the two of them. Noir had tagged along on Rhyme’s alpha duties, which didn’t help his emotions when they had curled up in the den that night.

Noir stood on the border of the rapids and the falls, his blue and lavender eyes staring out into the forbidden distance as he went over the conversation with his father once more. The heat of the sun was only just beginning to grow more intense as the day really started. Its rays filtered through the thick foliage above as Noir stood stoically struggling with his thoughts.

He wanted to fight Poem, to feel his teeth rip into her flesh like he might do to a plump rabbit. He still hadn’t gotten over how she had beaten him in their spar the other day either. Noir couldn’t even look at her without feeling the bubbling of his rage beneath the surface. Now that she had ascended to the position of heir? Noir hated her, somehow more than he had before. His life would be so much better if she were gone. Dead even.

He knit his brows as his blue striped tail whipped behind him in frustration. Poem had everything. She still had her mother, she was the successor to Abaven’s throne, she had defeated him in an unfair spar. Noir fostered his hate for her in his heart and clung to it passionately as he tried to decide if there was anything he could do to relieve the emotions.