Tick-a-ti-tick tock, the click of the wrist watch

So maybe I'm pissed off
Because I feel ripped off

Later he wouldn't be able to recall what possessed him to charge a large buck with a royal set of tines and battle scars alone, but in the moment, it seemed like a good idea.

All of the rage that he kept bottled for so long could come out now, he was free of eyes, free of repurcussions set by cruel and manipulative members of his own family. Free of the risk of revenge coming back around to him later, the danger was here, now, and he felt in control.

A little shoulder angel whispered quietly that this was self destructive behaviour. He knew. He didn't care. A little shoulder devil laughed that it was ironic that now that he had the freedom to be at peace he went head first into danger. He knew. He still didn't care. His anger needed an outlet, his mind needed a distraction, and soon... He would be out of reasons to keep him awake, and the night mares would try to consume him once more.

The Old Stag saw him from a distance and squared up, one wolf could be dispatched, and if there were more, maybe hurting the one would scare the others off. He lowered his rack and charged forward full steam ahead.

Like I'm gonna stop now, like I'm gonna cop out
Show these motherfuckers I ain't willing to drop out

ooc have mercy, I'm trying to edit code (and by that I mean I managed to change some colors)