Harrowheart's jaw trembles and his eyebrows twitch. His nostrils flare, releasing a stream of cold air. He's staring through Poenia, his glowing eyes filled with hatred.
He hisses lowly, "It's not your brothers arm that'd break." He raises his right hand stiffly and slowly clenches his quivering fingers in front of Poenia's throat.
He could. If he were on Azeroth he would. But he's not, and he can't. He has to go. He has to leave. This is unsalvageable, and there's too much at risk. His mind isn't yet so clouded by the need to hurt someone that he can't keep sight of what matters.
Hastily he reaches down with that hand to grip instead at the edge of his cape, which he holds tightly to as he turns away from the two. The free side of the cloth flows with his motion, a dramatic exit fit for a villain and sorely out of place after his anticlimactic failure to follow through on his threat.
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Date: 2017-07-18 02:18 am (UTC)He hisses lowly, "It's not your brothers arm that'd break." He raises his right hand stiffly and slowly clenches his quivering fingers in front of Poenia's throat.
He could. If he were on Azeroth he would. But he's not, and he can't. He has to go. He has to leave. This is unsalvageable, and there's too much at risk. His mind isn't yet so clouded by the need to hurt someone that he can't keep sight of what matters.
Hastily he reaches down with that hand to grip instead at the edge of his cape, which he holds tightly to as he turns away from the two. The free side of the cloth flows with his motion, a dramatic exit fit for a villain and sorely out of place after his anticlimactic failure to follow through on his threat.