I CAN'T BREATHE AT THE THOUGHT OF YOU // Vale

[glow=white,1,400]I'M LOSING MY MIND TODAY ! — [abbr=DANTE NORTHWEST, PALE BLOOD, THE PITT, 8 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]

Ha, ironically enough, Dante wasn't worried about his well-being. He couldn't care less about what the others did to him, even though he was mortal (unlike Vale, obviously). He believed that Gael and Aine didn't have the guts to slaughter him on the spot, although Kold might be a different story. Westley, he wasn't too sure about, but he also didn't really care about the guy either way. Dante winced a bit as Vale chewed vis cheek and spat it out, but reminded himself that this was Vale. The fucker was weird as hell, and fascinating at the same time.

"Ha, I doubt any of them would do anything." Dante replied with a snort, turning around and flicking his tail for Vale to follow - and if vis murder wanted to follow as well, then so be it. Not that he could likely control them anyway. "Gael is a fucking pussy. Preferring to sit around 'n do nothing when an enemy crosses our border." Another snort, this one more angry than amused. "Can you fuckin' believe I got attacked for protecting our territory?" He was exaggerating a little bit, maybe, considering said trespasser was only a child who said they would leave - but Dante didn't let the kid leave and instead captured him. Thus earning his clanmates arguing with him and attacking him, even though he told them he wouldn't harm Fragglerock anymore.

Cowards. The lot of them.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]