/ Damon /
Damon had never really fought a Silver Blood before. He had faced off with them before, maybe going through a dispute, but he had always either flown or run away before the creatures had a chance to eat or kill him, which are the same thing. He felt like he was being watched though, an icy chill creeping down his spine, as if threatening to freeze him in place. He decided to do the only thing he could, without making a fool of himself. If it had to come to it, he'd fly or run away. Snarling, Damon hunched down into a fighting position, his claws out, hackles raised viciously. It probably was a feeble attempt, and soon enough he'd get killed, but it made Damon feel stronger. Prouder. More determined, for whatever reason. He kept on circling, trying to pinpoint where the lurking Silver Blood was.















