the way we stalk, the way we kiss

His siblings are among the first to greet the raiding party, and Dread can't say he's surprised. The look in Kotori's eyes is downright hateful, and he can't help but shrug. "It's just business," tone careful, neutral, as he locks eyes with his brother. If he wanted to escalate things, so be it. Bitter are the fights between brothers.

Charging Kotori in turn, Dread's grip tightens around his weapon. A mighty jerk of his head as his brother comes at him, horns first-- a menacing, violent swing of the flail. Dread aims for Kotori's legs, grip loose and practiced. It's an almighty blow, accompanied by a snarl. His efforts are largely to tangle his brother, unbalance him with the chain weapon.

In the same heartbeat, he feels the searing pain of horns in his shoulder. A snarl rips from the younger man's throat. Dread would do what he could to stay with Kotori, stumbling sideways to remain in step. If he wanted to play for blood, they'd play for blood.

"Dread"