The creature watched angered at his sons lack of interest of trying to help, and his rudeness of not even having the decency to look at the person he was talking to, Feoigh snarled at this behaviour, never did he teach his children to behave in such a way, had he forgotten? As if he never existed? Claws digging into the roof beneath him, septic puss dripping from his gums as his lips curled up over his teeth eyes gazing furiously. The woman spoke to him, offering to help him along, he shouldn't need help, what was he weak? Like a duckling without its mother, lying low hoping nothing to see him? Is that what he was, he must say he thanked the devils whore for allowing him to see this, before he thought he was just upset due to his father figure not being there, but to be lost and not knowing his way?
Another female walked by his son, and the woman who towered tall, the same female he saw before, unsettled and wary of this place walked by them, looking down, Good she knows her place in the world, and then she turned back and spoke of offering. Eavesdropping on his son? And whats that she says/ Trying to, take his son away from him? Oh no, not again, never again, a blood curdling cry was jolted out of his mouth, his right side twitching viciously his hand tearing up a chunk of the roof with it, his head tilted to the left stiffly, his lips curling upwards again, another scream of pain and anger and his right arm threw the chunk towards his son, he would get up and be a man and face him.
Lunging himself forward, the brute landing elegantly on his feet, face up, evident disgust in the boy, his right side twitched before a low husky voice was emitted from his decaying mouth "You shall not leave me again" His eyes not once moving from the boy, he looked at the women, breathing heavily through his teeth, the puss being blew out of his mouth towards them, before he took a step towards them, slowly, cautiously, he did not trust the tall woman, she seemed to be the one to watch, his eyes glaring at her sizing her up, preparing himself for the on coming defence that was going to arise, he looked at the other woman, she seemed to be no threat, he doubted she'd even fight.
Eyes going again onto his son, now he, he better fight, Feoigh would not allow that bastard to walk away, not without even trying, he did not want his son to be like that, he was to be a warrior, he had always planned him out to be, "You, My son, should..." Eyes glancing round to the women again before smirking and releasing a cold laugh "You should protect your.... Brides" He had made the snap decision that, even though he detested both of them, that his son, liked them, he hadn't grown up where he should have, and so his taste had probably fallen, they're was nothing to abnormal of these women, except one was tall, But then his son wasn't taller than her... the runt of the family. Clearly.
With his words over and done with, he breathed in, cracking his joints to loosen him up, he was stiff, it had been a long time since he'd prepared himself for a fight, he released his breathe slowly through his teeth, before screaming is anger and pained scream once more and striding towards them, eyes glaring, his side twitching every 4 steps, and his blind eye seemingly to be waiting for the fight to begin to make notes of what the others did.