[ Much as he's gone, Elijah remembers the taste of Gavin's blood. He can smell it in the air, even as the wound heals. Elijah blocks Ezra's attack with his arm, keeping his teeth far away from anything vulnerable. It still hurts though, he hisses in response and tries to shove him back. He won't submit to Ezra, no way. He's the younger brother. He doesn't get to make Elijah do anything. He hasn't forgotten -- he's had Ezra's blood. Ezra is prey. ]
I don't have to prove anything to you.
[ Elijah licks the blood off his clawed hands, eyes bright and grin wide at the taste. Even the fading smell of blood sharpens his senses, every one of them is honed in on Ezra now. He's a predator, lost to the need now that he's tasted even a fraction of what he's wanted to badly. He rushes Ezra this time, looking to climb and bite and break more skin so he can have more of his delicious blood. ]
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I don't have to prove anything to you.
[ Elijah licks the blood off his clawed hands, eyes bright and grin wide at the taste. Even the fading smell of blood sharpens his senses, every one of them is honed in on Ezra now. He's a predator, lost to the need now that he's tasted even a fraction of what he's wanted to badly. He rushes Ezra this time, looking to climb and bite and break more skin so he can have more of his delicious blood. ]