Walking on Hot Coals
10-07-2013, 04:33 PM
Ares had barely gotten to open his mouth to answer her before a vicious growl echoed off the den walls. With her back to the entrance she didn't notice at first that it was her father so her first reaction was to whirl around, a snarl curling back her lips, crown lowered to protect her throat, eyes narrowed dangerously. As soon as her eyes focused on the pale form of her father, her defenses dropped, an embarrassed grin tugging at her lips. Her shoulders dropped, relaxed, as he began to speak, his words concerned for Ares. She had felt the boy press into her side for security as their made his aggressive entrance and he had no stopped since. Her gaze softened, turning to encourage the pale boy to answer. And when he did answer, his gaze dropped to his paws, ashamed of his feelings. Gently she bumped his shoulder with her own, encouraging him to look up once more. Her gaze turned to her father, waiting for his judgement on what Ares had said. From the way he had first entered it was apparent that he did not like his children around her, and for obvious reasons. But now, if needed, it would be her turn to defend Ares, even though it meant from her own father. Triangular audits stood at attention, her face void of any apparent emotion, she kept herself neutral. Speech, |