'Til Death Do Us Part (Medusa x Newt)
06-27-2013, 06:30 PM
Legs tensed, claws dug, spine shivered, but Champion remained where she was. She couldn't interfere. It wasn't right to interfere. But all that blood... It was calling to her. All the more because among the mix was the blood of a wolf whom she had made it her business to protect. (it was an odd sort of friendship to be sure) The mammoth fae contented herself rolling her shoulders and altering her stance, head lowering to better guard the pup in her shadow, and eyes narrowing to better watch the quickly moving figures, the grey and black dancers. A soft, muffled whine drew itself from Champion's throat. Her puppish tendencies had always been a large part of her persona, and that more or less canceled out her pacience at times like this. She had always been a bold, headstrong thing. Heck, when Newt and Champ had met the gold-backed fae had been taking on a she-elk single handedly, and receiving a dislocated shoulder, sprained ribs and broken tail for her troubles. Good times. But, that was just it. If Champion would launch herself into such a situation without a second thought, it could be imagined just how much self control it was taking not to step in now. To hell with tradition and protocol. She wanted in on the action. Newt had best beat that black bug's butt fast or Champion was gonna do it for her. |
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