as we collide
09-12-2013, 06:11 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-12-2013, 06:12 PM by Taurig.)
No! This wasn't how things were supposed to be done! Damn it all! Taurig was beyond furious. He was enraged. Why couldn't his father just have left well enough alone?! Why did he have to go trying to take females who were already integrated into packs! He was sure that there were plenty of rogue females out there that he could claim for himself. Why the hell did he have to go and start trouble? The newly promoted Overseer had thought that the challenge would be simple. His father was just supposed to fight the red queen and that was it. But no. Valhalla just couldn't follow the damn rules. They were so simple. Don't bring more than the allotted number of wolves. Clearly, it was far too much to ask from them. Argent had warned them before, when Isardis had gone to ask for the girl Liberty, that if any more valhallans came than the number allotted then she would challenge for someone. He just never thought that she would be ballsy enough to challenge for the red King. Then again, the bastard had a big mouth and certainly didn't know how to use it properly, so he had been kind of asking for it. But damn it all, this wasn't how things were supposed to go. To his relief, some wandering healer that apparently was acquainted with red faced queen Chrysanthe wandered into the seen, checking her first for injuries before heading to his father to attend the fallen pale ghost. The titan would bristle as the unfamiliar brute attended to his father, but when of their own healers Eris came to help, he would relax, knowing that his father was in good paws. Or so he hoped. He would have to check up on the fallen ghost after all this of this was said and done. But as far as when that would happen he had no idea because things just kept spiraling downwards at an incredible rate. His aunt had given the red faced girl the chance to back down and had tried to talk some sense into Chrysanthe, but the queen wasn't hearing it. He could sense that he and Chrysanthe were the same age, but she might as well have been a tantrum throwing pup for all he cared. He had more sense than her and he wasn't even in charge of a pack! Did she really want one of her members to not go home that day? He was trying to minimize the amount of bloodshed that was spilled but it seemed things were quickly spiraling out of his control and the gargantuan didn't like any of it. Chrysanthe would turn the tables on Sendoa, switching the challenge to one of the freedom of his aunt. Inky lips would peel back against ivory daggers, ears flattening against his skull, frame tensing with rage. Over his dead body they would take his aunt or any member of this pack! His plea would reach Cormalin's ears and he would ask if he had any suggestions, but before the grey-blue brute could answer, a familiar figure came to the scene, one he had hoped he wouldn't see in these types of circumstances. Erani had told him that she had been trained as a warrior and he could now see why that was. The woman was completely enraged. The one word that burst from her pale lips had her brother quaking where he stood, dropping to the ground without hesitation. He had never seen Erani so enraged and he hoped that the rage wasn't directed at him. Despite how intimidating she looked, Taurig would show no sign of being affected by her presence. Was she here to stop Chrysanthe and her madness? He severely hoped so because if this didn't stop soon, the titan wouldn't be able to hold himself much longer. Steely icy gaze would move away from Erani's enraged form, focusing on his aunt and Chrysanthe, watching as the red-faced woman would sink her teeth into Sendoa's shoulder, trickles of crimson oozing from the slight punctures. The red wench had hurt his aunt. She would forever be hated by Taurig. He didn't care if he met her later on and found out that she wasn't so bad of a wolf, just the mere fact that she had laid tooth on his aunt would forever bran her as a hated one in his mind. A snarl of frustration would burst from his agape jaws, ivory weapons gleaming, salmon tongue lashing out to brush them, frame lowering into a fighting stance. His aunt had to win. She had to! He wouldn't let them take her. They had already wounded his father, they wouldn't do the same to his aunt. Not if he had anything to say about it. Talk like this |