there's no use in seeking to draw ire from man whose armor gave him appearance of a fortress, man whose axe is great than his own head. should opportunity arise, an opportune moment to pester stranger, it shall be graciously taken ! that may only open gates for danger to sneak through, act as looming threat over rakan's person ——— the prospect could be considered terrifying, but he is rakan. he finds it entertaining, knowing himself to be more agile than this fortress man. life is much too short for him to worry about danger sticking to his side ( was it not always there ? was it not something he grew accustomed to ? he does not fear danger's sharp claws digging into his flesh, for it'll never draw out that gory wine it desires so. rakan will escape it every single time. )
❛ that's way too big an axe you got there ! ❜ perchance too excited to make such a bold statement. brows rise in intrigue, a hum emits from throat, elongated as he thoroughly perceives the weapon ... then the facial attributes, as if looking for a sign. has he succeeded ? no ? ❛ are yoooouu ... compensating for something ? ❜ small curve at the corner of his lips. he's far too prepared for this. /// @ofostia