Doo de doo, switching order with myself.
Gaël peered on as he watched realization and horror slowly cross the face of his scarred and worthless father, wrought on only by his younger sister's cruel and merciless words. She had the tongue of a viper, hissing and snaking this way and that with her eyes always set on the prize and fangs bared and at always at the ready. But she continued on, and on; the eldest brother hesitated to stop her, to tell her that she'd made her statement and that the poor man needed to think, but something held him back. Maluki wasn't a "poor man", he was a monster that killed the triplets' mother! He was scarred and useless, remember? Stop trying to give him excuses, Gaël, the growls inside commanded. He ruined your life.
Miriette went on, digging herself deeper and deeper with every caustic word that dripped from her lips. His bright, turquoise eyes shifted away from their father to glance at her almost quizzically, an authoritative but questioning look on his face: What are you trying to prove? Words meant nothing. Gaël himself hadn't said a thing. Telling their father what he'd done wouldn't be enough; he'd simply continue denying it until he ran them off the lands. And that was exactly what he did: he denied it once more.
Once more was enough.
Talons suddenly unsheathing in a moment's flash, the eldest brother erupted in the darkest of snarls and dove forward, breaking his silence only to attack the one responsible for his birth and terrible life. Jowls parted and baring the whitest of daggers and knives within, the big brute of a hybrid collided with his father at full speed. Having pinpointed the spots most vulnerable, the boy used strategy: jaws wrapped around and clamped the forearm that was so endearingly held against Maluki's chest in the sling that hid the countless wounds and worthlessness underneath. It was the source of his everyday pain, condensed into a uselessness he couldn't even fix. A hand seized and struck at the shoulder while the other leapt at the throat and clenched whatever was there, resulting in a gagged cry and gasp of breath from the pitiful leader and his son's menacing smile against his flesh.