Holy Jetsam

Atreyu’s holographic gaze was icy as she stared at the demon prince, though she did note the appearance of Vayne and Fairytale. No doubt they were here because of the commotion, her ears flicked in a silent acknowledgement of their presence. Ultyr had her full attention for now, black ears tipping forward as his rumbling voice spoke her name. His next words prickled at a bit of a tender spot, it figured that a wolf as wicked as the demon prince would worship himself as a god. Stepping back, the earthen heathen reveals a very pregnant Lailah, making Atreyu’s eyes go wide enough to see the black of her sclera. This monster of a wolf bred with tiny Lailah? She would indeed need help if the pups were too big for her to deliver, her life was in danger and they both had to know it. Our pups…you monster… She thought to herself, looking the dark chocolate male up and down, then letting her silver-to-lavender eyes go to Gany as Ultyr claimed to never hurt either of them.

She noted the appearance of Alaric, hearing his wit. In any other situation, he would have earned a smirk, but the rage was far too strong. Ganymede spoke up then, his words not truly a comfort, but she understood his point. She was about to respond to them, but then the long-haired chihuahua that Azriel had befriended came to sit beside Bigs. It was the only warning she needed to let her know that the dark demi-god was on his way, the chihuahua’s arrival coming only seconds before her betrothed burst from the underbrush and attempted to plow right into the earthen demon who thought he was a god. On his charge in, she saw Lailah moving away, but then she fawned and fell to the ground in submission. Atreyu knew that was the reaction of a wolf who had seen only violence in the passed seasons, and a pang of guilt hit her gut. Before she knew it, Ganymede tried to pull Lailah out of the way of the clashing titans, but he seemed to be struggling with her.

Before she knew it, her paws were moving and she was putting herself between the fight and her brother and pack mate. She checked over them both to make certain they weren’t injured. Her giant form half hovered over the pair and half in front of them, shielding them from harm as she turned to watch Azriel teach the demon a lesson. Ganymede spoke again, his words striking her like a bold slap in the face, tempering her rage at the heathen prince. Shit. He was right, but her brother’s words were a bit too late. "You would defend him?" She weighed his words carefully, then turned back to view the violence before her knowing it was too late to stop Azriel now. Looking back to Gany, then down to the scarred, very pregnant form of Lailah in question. She was asking the both of them if they would vouch for this demon, though he may come out of the fight with a scar or two added on his face. It couldn’t be helped now. "You know I can’t stop him, but I will try." she referred to Azriel, watching the scene before her and shaking her head with a sigh. Ganymede was right, if this was allowed to continue, they would be no worse than the very monsters they abhorred.

"Azriel, stop, wait!" She shouted to him, trying to find an opening to stop the males from fighting. Knowing full well that Azriel wouldn’t hear her over the roar of adrenaline and snarls, Atreyu tried again and again to halt the attack on Ultyr, not believing that she would be defending a demon against her betrothed. "I want to hear him out. Stop!" She would keep trying, and if she absolutely had to, she would place herself between the battling giants. Looking over to Gany and Lailah, Atreyu doubled her efforts, though she growled under her breath about it.

OOC: Sorry if I missed anything, I tried to cover it all XD
"Talk." || Think || 'Hear.'