Life Letters - Prisoner/Family 'reuinion'

A mask of my own face?
I'd wear that!

Ezra wheezed under Jor's paws, looking over at Brutei who just stared back, eyes now shining icy blue as his fur got darker and feathers sprouted from his tail. Soon enough Brutei looked like his mortal form, black oriental with white legs and a golden star on his head. Ezra wheezed out, "Ezrakel... Ezrakel, my bo-" He wiggled under and out from Jor's paws and tried to reach a paw out to his son. Brutei hissed, form flickering before he was his main form again. "No."

His claws lashed out at his father, scoring across his face and injuring both of his eyes. "I am Brutei." he growled, lips lifting in a grin. The red on his fur seemed to spread, though it might've been his fur rippling with rage. He looked to Jor, looked back at his father, and got into a snarling smile. Before his father lashed out, clawing at his chest and splattering a blue liquid onto the floor, slowly dripping from the scratches on Brutei's chest. Teeth gritted and Brutei looked at the wound.

"Watch the fur, you dumb motherfucker." He chuckled, the laugh a mocking rendition of one before he used his own blood on the ground to form an ice spike and stabbed it into Ezra's shoulder.

— Reggan