Little Wolf
04-28-2014, 11:02 AM
Coral pools watched with interest as the scene unfolded before. Her brother lifted himself to his full height, standing over her by several inches, his bloodied lips curled back over daggers that were crimson. He said nothing, though he didn't need to. She knew exactly what he was angry about. A smirk twisted her lips, her dark fact bright with amusement. Kylars scent clung to her silver pelt, announcing to the world that the two spent much of their time together. She knew Demyan would not be happy about it. And on top of that she was pregnant. With Kylars child. Eyes never left her brother, watching his every twitch. Surely he wouldn't be so foolish as to attack her. Her pack was 20 wolves strong, and also everyone was within ear shot. There was no doubt in her mind that Kylar would also be lurking, keeping himself hidden. "Is there a problem, Demyan?" Silken words rolled off her tongue, reaching out towards the bloodied man. His feline friend said nothing, merely watching curiously. Several feet stood between herself and her brother, the edge of her territory included. Rage rolled over the man in waves, however, she knew her brother well enough. They may fight, claiming to want to kill eachother, but it would never happen, it simply wasn't possible. He needed her just as much as she had needed him. But times were slowly changing, though she still wouldn't ever kill him. Crown tipped to the left ever so slightly, in feigned innocence, watching her brothers control unravel. "Why are you here?"Though her words were a seductive purr, there a slight edge that hasn't been there before. His silence was testing her patience, she was in no mood to deal with his wounded ego. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE |