[Dimitri recognizes the aggression in Felix's voice, and his intent is made clear by a stride taken forward rather than turning tail. It makes the hackles running over Dimitri's shoulders and arms raise. They're matted already, caked in blood and singed at the ends.
Even his silhouette is a wild thing.
He shifts, so very slowly, to prepare to lurch forward. Not to defend territory or to escape-
Simply to fight. Two creatures tearing into one another. No matter how exhausted he's made himself on his search for magic, he can't help the restlessness still possessing him. He needs to lash out.
Dimitri roars, a still unpracticed sound, against Felix's quieter voice. Asserting his own intent... and quieting words he's on the cusp of recognizing.]
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Even his silhouette is a wild thing.
He shifts, so very slowly, to prepare to lurch forward. Not to defend territory or to escape-
Simply to fight. Two creatures tearing into one another. No matter how exhausted he's made himself on his search for magic, he can't help the restlessness still possessing him. He needs to lash out.
Dimitri roars, a still unpracticed sound, against Felix's quieter voice. Asserting his own intent... and quieting words he's on the cusp of recognizing.]