I Walk Alone...

Now that Loccian was here, it made the situation that much more volatile. She was his only family, the last living relative he had, and he was going to protect her with his life until his last dying breath. And that's he was doing now, against the idiot that had attacked him and was now being threatening towards his sister. As he was getting up to stand in front of her, she retaliated verbally, telling him to shut that trap of his. Once in front of her a, low rumbling snarl erupted from his agape jaws, golden gaze ablaze with fury as he stared down the brute. It was fine had attacked him, Pontifex could take it. But if the bastard tried putting a paw on his sister, he was going to wish he had never set a paw on Alacritis and had continued on his merry way.


The esquire turned his head towards his sister, leaving his gaze trained on the tri-pelted brute as she stepped forward, jaws parting as if to speak but another voice cut her off. Unable to help it, the knight allowed his gaze to focus on the owner of the new voice. It was like looking into a reflection. The boy was nearly the spitting image of Octavian, his deceased brother. But how could that be? Had his brother started a family he had been unaware of? Who was the mother of the young man before them? A million questions fired in his head simultaneously as the youth spoke, asking them if they couldn't work this out civilly. Pontifex was in utter shock. He had a nephew. Octavian's son. Did the boy have siblings? Or was he the only child? But a growl from his attack snapped him from his shocked state as he realized the fool was threatening his nephew, the newest addition to his family. A snarl ripped from his jaws as he rushed to put himself in front of Loccian once again, who was body blocking Augustus from the other man. Now, things were even more tense with his nephew in the picture.


Hot headed annoyances? I just prevented you two from ripping each other up! If anything you two are hot heads. Watch your mouth rogue, it would be best for you when in the presence of three pack wolves. Must feel like a big tough guy huh? Picking a fight, threatening someone who was trying to help, being hostile towards a child. And still, you blame my brother, saying he provoked this. From the looks of it you started this. Loccian! But no sooner had her name left his inky lips that she was stalking up to the man, putting herself face to face with him as she warned him about threatening three pack wolves. Nape bristled, frame shifting so that it obscured his nephew from view, golden gaze locked on his sister's figure, watching the tri-colored idiot, ready to jump at him again if he made a move against his sister.


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