Ridiculous. Vexatious. [Kiki/Open]

[Destiny]

The movement of the idiotic fae was far from anything expected. Beast had not seen that she would react in such a way, as if she were nothing more then a frightened pup trying to relocate its mother. Optics sliced through her figure, taking in every crevice of fae's bodice, every hair on her pelt. The frighteningly long daggers were ripped into the hard packed soil. When fae had skittered into the alabaster brute, whom seemed to be of a younger age then herself, it had caused the attack to be off target. Brute had fallen short, jump not long enough, claws catching nothing more then the air where the delicious prize that would make for a fun kill had only been moments before. Auds, tips stained scarlet, had swiveled in order to catch the words that were emitted and register them in his brain. A despicably demented sneer found its place upon the creature's maw. "Your worst nightmare." The vocals came in a low, ripping snarl. As if the creature were angry at the world.

The brute of alabaster had not been expecting Kiki to react as she did. Being bumped into caused a slight shifting of paws and weight to keep from unsteadying and falling over. Auds and optics were trained upon the creature that now stood before them. The whip of Kiki's tassel against chest and frontal limbs caused a slight wince. Another expected reaction, but not one he had been even slightly prepared for. "Go back to where ever it be that you came from." The voice was, as it always was, emotionless. Though it had a hard finality to it this time. Paws guided him so that figure was placed at Kiki's side. Pearly daggers glimmering as ray of light flashed over them. Nevertheless, attack by Silas was unlikely. Fighting and bloodshed went against brute's nature, he was one who preferred to discuss things and think them through in a peaceful manner.

[Sheera]

The intruder's words struck her, but she shook them off within her mind. Her fur bristled with anger, or maybe it was fear? She watched brute, her eyes flashing dangerously, burning with intensity. She had nothing to say at this point; for Silas had already said everything.
Yes, leave. she growled, though she knew the brute could not read her thoughts.
"You must be one of Black Fury's? If so, then I have simple questions for you." she growled, advancing a step towards him.
"Where are our proeliaters you so kindly stole from us? Glare, and Morn?" her voice was calm, but, as she spoke to Silas, dangerously so. She advanced another step, her eyes flashing into a deeper hatrid than before.

"Dead." a dark voice answered.

[Destiny]

The words that had spilled from the maw of the alabaster brute had been completely disregarded. Tossed aside, ignored completely, not even the slightest glance or twitch or anything of acknowledgment. The fangs shimmered in the light as the fae dared to address him in such a way. A twisted smirk appearing on creature's maw. As she fae advanced, so to did the brute. Tassel lashing, like a whip, against the dried up old branch of a nearby tree. There was a profound crack as it snapped in half and flew off into the shadows. The brute had been about to answer the question's that she dared to ask with hideous remarks and tales of torture and the like just for the immense enjoyment that it would bring to him. Of course a chance was not given as another voice answered for him with the simple word 'dead'.

Auds swiveled now. Perhaps trying to register from which direction the voice that had answered Kiki's question had come. Another wolf was here, and Silas did not like the intense feeling of despair and hatred which came over his mind at the sound of this new creature. As if he had heard it before, when he never had, and knew who it belonged to when he did not. This feeling was startling, but optics were not moved from their place upon the creature which was almost standing nose to nose with Kiki now. Black Fury's gang, both of them, for certain. The only possible worse thing that could happen now would be finding out that this other wolf is Black Fury himself. I doubt this, for does he not prefer to send his little 'rebel' wolves out to do his dirty work for him rather then do it himself?

[Sheera]

Kiki's fur prickled; she had heard this voice only once before; when they he had taken Morn. She trembled, whipping her head towards the direction of the voice. Her form lowered to the ground, tassle whipping. She pressed up against Silas, heat pulsing from her fur. Her fur was standing on the end, her eyes were stretched wide, and she was panting heavily.
"Why are you here?" she asked the voice, her own voice trembling.


Optics of different colors; electric blue and yellow, canvas painted a series of different hues of brown, claws and size of a bear, fangs of a dark god, and the shadowy, ominous atmosphere of Lupus himself.
It was him.
"You put that quite bluntly, don't you think?"

[Destiny]

It grated on his auds. Saying that that voice was an assault to his senses would be like saying Death was an evil wolf; it was far worse. Hatred, disgust, fury even pulsed and waved their way through his mind. Somehow he managed to regain his composure, but as the wave of emotions he should not feel continued eventually the wolf who had spoken to Kiki might see a flicker of extremely intense fury flickering there. Optics were ripped, with much uncertainty and fear, from the figure which stood so close to Kiki. The brute turned himself in the direction of the voice, or his crown at least. Silas was all too aware of Kiki pressed against him, and this might have startled him had he not been far to busy worrying about other things. Momentarily, he was distracted, and this distraction would likely cost someone.

The brute had been watching the fae which he planned to drag away with him this whole time. Every sense trained on her, watching and finding delight or disgust in all of her gestures and movements and words. Once, and only once, did he shift his gaze to the alabaster brute which stood at her side. It was long enough, though barely a second, for the creature to realize that Silas wasn't paying as much attention to himself. Re-focusing on Kiki he began to plot in his head. Think, consider, decide. So many decisions, decisions, decisions. Finally, a fore paw was raised and a movement to slash across Kiki's muzzle was made.

[Sheera]

This movement was so quick, so unexpected, that it had hit the fae square across her muzzle causing deep wounds, now flowing with fresh, scarlet blood. The moment the wound was made, her front paws flew up into the air, into a rear, almost causing her to land on her back. She landed on her paws, her legs almost giving to the impact, but, somehow, remained standing. The fresh blood was easily visible against her shimmering, ebony coat, oozing from the wound across her muzzle. She didn't dare strike back, did she? No... or maybe yes. This was a thought she herself was struggling with. If Silas was in a daze, and she got into a fight, wouldn't that mean it would cost her her life? Plus, he was here, Black Fury I mean, and if she even could defeat this brute here, then couldn't Black Fury easily take her down? These thoughts were all true; she couldn't win a battle here, not with Silas half conscious. She shook her head, almost frustrated with the fact that she was a healer, and, though she had fought off the other two of Black Fury's gang, felt completely weak with Black Fury glowering over them. But wait. She had quickly glanced towards the direction where Black Fury was previously. One thing was different. He wasn't there! Where did he go? She hadn't heard him leave. Was he as agile as some said? With his size, how could he be? But she knew he had been there only moments before. She just knew it wasn't her imagination. Or was she maddened by the fact that Silas made her feel as if the sun had risen after a year-long eclispe? She shook her head, yet again, to clear her thoughts. She couldn't find out what was going on. Was she mad? Was she already dead? Did the brute in front of her already kill her? Everything was so confusing. What was happening to her?

[Destiny]

The optics which always had, and for the most part always would, remained so calm and emotionless narrowed slightly. Enough that it was noticeable and there was a flash of fury, stronger now, in them. The sight of the scarlet on Kiki's ebony muzzle, a complete opposite in the spectrum of colors as his own alabaster one, made the spark of some instinct he had not felt before become known. The need to protect. "Be gone you wretched minion of that devil Black Fury! Your nothing here, in the lands of the Destinians!" A bold act, saying such things to this beast that could so swiftly slaughter himself. Perhaps he hoped to call the creature's bluff and frighten him into fleeing? Even as the words were spilling from his maw with and edge of rage to them, though barely if even noticeable, the brute was slinking forward. Paws moving to place his figure between Kiki and this creature whose name had yet to be figured out. Glaring at the brute the first thing that came to mind, the most likely calling, was 'Rage'. Yet.... that did not seem correct. And even as he thought the name and image formed in his mind, this wolf that stood before him was not Rage, no... it was another... But whom?

The beast's maw had turned up considerably at the corners. The smirk, or sneer, or perhaps demented smile was despicable. Even more twisted then before. Optics glimmered with laughter and rage that this idiot wolf would dare to speak to him like this. The creature should know better! "Shut your trap or I'll rip it off your skull." The voice was low, almost gravely, and overflowing with hatred and ferocity. Almost as if daring this white brute, so small and young yet, to attack.

[Sheera]

Kiki shrunk back, frightened of this brute so large and bulky, staring at him from under this beautiful brute that stood in front of her. Did she know that this brute could be killed by the intruder that glowered ahead? No.. maybe yes. Did she know that, if anything, the two of them, Silas and her, could drive this brute away if she stood up and fought with him? Yes, and it was proven at a precise moment; for she had stood taller and shaken her body, splattering blood everywhere, and stalked to Silas's side. She watched the brute across from her calmly; eyes calm, ears flicking casually. Her tassle stirring ever so slightly, slithering across her back legs. The heat that had run from her body before now cooled to an unnoticable heat. Fae watched the brute as calmly as Silas did, having a small protective edge as he shared. She didn't allow the steaming, handsome brute beside her control her, though it was so very hard; all she wanted to do was press up against him and never leave his side. Oh, how she wanted to stay at his side forever, she wanted to be with him forever, she wanted to keep his warmth forever, and, she had to admit, if only to herself, that she wanted to have pups with him.

[Destiny]

The words, even as they spilled from the dastardly maw of the wretch that dared to place itself before the two of them, were scarcely registered. Ignored, perhaps. Optics were slashing at every hair upon the pelt, every inch of muscle and bone, scar and dirt, that was visible to the naked eye. Sizing the creature up? Not quite. The look should have been enough to scare any creature off. So completely emotionless, yet so alive. The figure so calm, yet so furious. The tassel held oh so high, yet only at half mast. All these things defined him as a creature that was not to be messed with. Yet, this brute, this beast who stood before he, had the nerve to remain where he was. Foolish idiot.

The bastard's optics never left the fae, the prize which he sought. This, clearly, was the reason that what should have startled him was not even noticed. "Come now, precious, come with a real brute. You know you want to." One paw was shifted forward. A single step in the direction of the fae who had placed herself at the alabaster wolf's side. "Come now, be a good little girl and don't put up a fight."Another paw placed in her direction. A slow advance, most certainly.

[Sheera]

Kiki smiled sweetly, but, if you haven't guessed, dangerously so. Her eyes flashed, but not quite in a dangerous way, but a playful way, as if she was just kidding around with this brute. She chuckled, her mouth only twitching a discusted smile, her eyes now grasping an emotion not quite emotionless, with a hint of blank confusion. She, and only she[usually], could usually tell that this confusion was not true.
"First, don't call me precious. Second, you are hardly a brute. And third, place one more paw towards me and you'll wish you hadn't."

[Destiny]

During the bastard that dared give himself the name 'wolf''s painstakingly slow advance in the direction of Kiki alabaster brute was measuring distance, force and the like in his head. Judging how much pressure must be exerted, how far he must reach, how swiftly he must move. Everything that needed determing, was being determined. Kiki's reaction to this idiot's words was not a total surprise. Silas knew all to well what Kiki was like when she disliked someone, and that's how she seemed to feel towards this wolf. Or so he thought, anyway. The beast's reaction didn't surprise him either. Nothing more then a simple, dark grimace. And then, the greatest mistake that would ever be made in the sad attempt that this wolf called a life. The bastard moved a paw, as if to take a step forward, and did it so slowly that it was if he was mocking them. The optics of emotionless ice burned with a fury so deep that he almost took himself by surprise. A vicious, venomous snarl ripped from his throat and hit the bastard like a whip. The idiot wolf was to taken by surprise to fight back now. Front paws flew up from the earth and slammed into the other brute's shoulder and head; the other wolf, now un-balanced, made an attempt to harm Kiki by lashing at her face with his claws. This made Silas' fury increase so that pearly fangs, sharp as daggers, were bared and aimed at the brute. A gurgling noise, struggling, then silence. Silence hanging in the air, blood painting the earth. The broken bastard, Cringe, who now lay upon the ground had his head half torn off. Nearly severed. Silas swiftly turned away from Kiki, tassel low in shame at what he had just done out of fury. The brute had not realized.... had not known.... but now he did. Now the true emotions that he felt for Kiki were clear as day.