Friend or foe? (Meghan, Raegan Harold

The venture away from the lumberyard everyday had gotten rather dull. There simply was not enough ways to describe a birds-chirp or a sunsets stylistic choices before a young man would get bored and start thinking about the most efficient ways to destroy innocent trees. Through dawn to dusk he chopped, and soon there was nothing left in his head but the swing of an axe and the satisfying dive of a tree as it fell victim to his so-called strength. Was cutting down a living, breathing tree a noble thing to do? Would it gain him respect?

Raegan couldn't tell you that, nor did he want to. He only wanted to pretend that he was the tough-exterior that he played everyday. There was a reputation to be had, and he wasn't about to ruin it with any sort of sissy talk.

His feet stomped unevenly over twigs and rocks alike, no patch of ground being too unworthy for his heavy feet. Crushing things beneath boots was a good thing, it showed the world who was boss and who wasn't. If you could break the earth apart with a practiced series of snap and crunch, then surely you could do anything.

Turning a corner he stumbled across a series of houses. Of course, he must be nearly home, and this only caused him to slow his feet. No use rushing to yet another stage to prove himself on. Rae could do that plenty well here, in front of whichever stranger happened to cross his path. A sudden whoosh, whoosh, whoosh alerted him of the danger he was about to step in front of, and he caught himself just in time.

"Watch where you're throwing that thing, will you?" His voice grumbled, although he did not sound nearly as intimidating as he may have hoped. "You could've taken my head off."

Heads, throwing axes, gravel, whoosh. What was he doing again? Oh yeah, trying to prove himself. Well, this was as fine of opportunity as any, was it not? His eyes gazed over the pair, a father and son by the looks of it, and he took in their every move. They stopped throwing axes and started hugging. How very womanly of them. Raegan rolled his eyes, almost defiantly, and stomped up to them. "Let me try," He demanded, but he was already plucking one of the abandoned axes from the ground and throwing it as hard as he could towards a tree in the nearby forest.

It landed with a relieving stick in the heart of one of the trees. Perhaps not the tree he intended, but the pair of them did not need to know that. This was all an elaborate mind game of course, one of which he surely was winning. "And that's how you do it." Raegan told them simply, crossing two, tired arms and giving them his most intense look. Surely he was their superior now.