Shook hands with the devil

It was the terror in Tamsyn's voice that had the scarred woman running full tilt towards the border. Never had she heard her lover filled with such fear. Whatever was causing that fear would pay. Heavy paws thudded the ground as the giantess made a beeline for two dark specks on the horizon. The wind shifted and on its undulating waves came the scent of blood. Tamsyn's blood. Though she wouldn't have believed it possible, the woman ran faster, intent on getting to Tamsyn side as soon as possible.

Resin had been running so quickly that she actually had to skid to a halt as she came to Tams side. During her approach she heard her love tell the other woman to get behind her. The foreign woman smelled odd but she didn't seem to be the threat. The threat arrived a moment later. He seemed to only have eyes for Tamsyn. Well, he would see her soon enough.

The words that left his maw filled Resins veins with ice. Their father? The maned womans ire rose like an inferno. Resin placed herself between the two women and the bastard that was soon to die. This was a member of Tamsyn's family. He shared her blood. The pain that she had been put through made his life forfeit. His words were filled with suggestions, but hers were filled with promise and would be the only words he would ever hear her speak.

"I think not."

The ash and onyx dames pelt bristled as she stalked forward. Her legs were stiff and her tail curled up over her spine in dominance . Lips pulled back in s guttural snarl, exposing those wicked, serrated fangs. She would get to use them today. Resin towered over the bloodied man, her thick muscles rippling beneath her Ashen fur. She was glad that Tam had gotten a good strike in, for she was about to tear him to shreds.