Holy Jetsam

The demi god was more than aware of Atreyu leaving their quarters, his form followed after from where he had been lounging on their bed. His pace was casual but the way her face had furrowed and she had taken off had his quills standing on end. His eyes were narrowed as he followed Bigs and Atreyu through their current island home. He had seen the figures she had but he had an air of sureness as he moved. Whoever decided to invade their paradise would easily be dealt with.

His form stopped short in the underbrush as his eyes landed on the form of a large earthen male. He had scars now but it was unmistakable. The same form had clashed with him on the battlefield the day of the tragedy. The forms of Ganymede and the farmgirl had his hackles raised. He had never taken interest in the girl, and Gany had been a wallflower but still under his protection. His eyes narrowed the way that as Atryeu growled at him, the demon decided to cling and place a obviously pregnant female between him and her. HOW DARE HE! He needed to get to his side. The demigod listened as he claimed himself a god, no gods didn't bleed, he had no physical gifts, that demon was a false god. He worked carefully to be on the side Gany didn't occupy, that was unprotected from him.

Azriel let his form be seen finally, his head level with his spine, quills and elongated fangs on full display. He moved witha lashing tail and narrowed eyes. The man would get no chances from the demigod. A feral snarl working from his throat, the only warning for the demon. Death would be too kind for this creature. He'd counted the seconds from the moment the words left Atreyu's mouth, and while she wouldn't have an angle Az would. The beast had the gall to even speak Atreyu's name. He was beyond seeing red now. The earthen demon had no daddy to save him from Azriel this time. His Chihuahua moved from the brush to stand with Bigs her form tremoring but not from the cold.

He burst forth and aimed to slam his shoulder and quills into Ultyr's own shoulder and neck, attempting to turn the beast away from Atreyu and force him away from the form of Lailah. Protection and a chance for his own revenge in mind. His jaws sought to clamp onto the flesh just behind Ultyr's cheek and of his cheek, canines aimed to more than pierce the flesh of his opponent. He sought permanent damage, scars for the demon to see his own mortality and the fact that Azriel would now hold his life in his paws. He had danced this dance before but this time his bulk was in full bloom, testosterone danced in his being and had made the fit teen the other had probably thought his father to of killed into a hulking monstrosity of a demigod. His back legs were firmly planted as he aimed his shoulder for the man and with the same slam aimed to push the man to turn. Azriel doubted any would try to stop him. They would take Lailah and Ganymede off his paws and then force the demon to be chained in their midst if he had any say in it.

"Atreyu" || "Azriel"