When Water And Fire Unite

"Yes, you sure do 'put' and 'throw' a lot of things 'out there', don't you?" he sneered, ignoring her inefficient arguments that dodged around his points and instead plucked completely unrelated things from his dialogue. "You'd better be careful with 'putting things out there', m'dear, or you might end up with whelps to tend to." Her question was shot this way and he wasted no time in answering it, snorting at something that had such an obvious answer to his mentality. "Because you're obviously a dumb bitch and I'd rather drive you out than look at you," he shot back. Before even she would have time to answer, though, Jupiter was visibly approaching, pace a fast trot as she danced swiftly over the snow.



Having heard the Tasmanian Devil's resounding snarls, she had swept quickly from her meal and even now her lips were still dark with the blood of her prey. Concern touched her features and she approached warily, the fur along her neck raising a bit in defensiveness. Mercury snickered at Rakshra before withdrawing back slyly to his master, leaning against her leg with a faked but convincing whimper of fear. Despite his ploy, Jupiter was not completely unaware of his usual shenanigans, and despite the fact that she placed herself protectively over him, the look that the fiery fae placed upon the other woman was not unfriendly--but neutral.



"And just what is going on here?" she rumbled, shifting her weight and setting her tail even for balance should a threat actually be present, audits set at a neutral angle.