burning black and gold

Was the boy... mocking him? Björn bristled, eyes narrowing. Already feeling the tension begin to build in his temples, across the bridge of his nose. Living in every muscle and thriving in his bones, the rot prince has never been reasonable. As the pressure builds in his face, he knows exactly where it will end.

The child lunges, and Björn releases the torrent of blood from his eyes. It's accompanied by a grotesque snarl, and a swing of the heavy whip. His aim is to crack the boy across the ankles with devastating force, letting go in the process. Too heavy to go far, it would prevent a hazard on the field, whether the boy tangled himself in it or not.

Teeth make contact with his shoulder, and it only spurs Björn on. Turning, head lowering, the rot prince attempts to sink his teeth deep into the boy's face. His own face already dripping blood, it's a gruesome sight.

"Björn"