MIDDLE FINGERS UP

N/A · 06-05-2014, 09:21 PM

I dunno where Hestia is in relation to Artemis, so I just decided upon her left.

Oblivious to the approach of a scarlet knight in shining armor, the covetous tyrant's attention would remain fixated upon her diseased victim--her newest and comatose toy that she had no intention of sharing. It was not until the subtle threat--disguised in honeyed tones and lavished in feigned innocence--dripped from her spectator's velvet lips that the paladin even allowed for her attention to falter from her demon's countenance, skull swiveling in the direction from whence the girl's savior came, too confident and comfortable with her own devious scheme to stir quite yet. Glancing at the intruder from her peripherals, the Elysius deity could only offer the woman a halfhearted smirk that dissipated from her marred features almost as quickly as it had manifested, extended forelimb descending from beneath the child's chin to rest firmly upon her ribcage--as if to ward off potential bandits from her prey. "I don't think you want to, though," the phantom accused, mismatched gaze returning to reside upon the carmine oddity forcibly held beneath her paw, brows knit together contemplatively. An exasperated sigh fell from slackened jaws as she moved to maneuver around her victim, intending to place the babe between she and the russet beauty, tauntingly. "You seem sensible enough to know that the second you step any closer, I kill the girl." Her words were soft--gentle despite the malicious intent lingering behind them. She was a loaded gun held at the child's temple, at risk of being triggered by the faintest disturbance in her surroundings and she knew that the opposition understood it. She was safe--so long as her precious cargo remained unscathed within her keep.

Yet, the russet temptress would not retain her attention for long, the guttural snarls of a second and less imposing bystander forcing the former tyrant's gaze to shift towards its meager form. A wry grin would contort the porcelain folds of her visage as she briefly scrutinized her incoming assailant--the crow to her supposed sister's swan--and although it was evident by her belligerent poise that she intended to attack, Artemis would not offer the child the faintest flinch of chiseled muscle. Rather, she would allow the daring fool to make her advances, only shifting her stance as the babe breached striking distance, intending to align the pointed part of her left shoulder with the brat's splayed jaws so that she may shunt the tough bone between eager jaws with the hopes of negating her attacks and breaking the teeth that wished to dine upon her flesh (counter). Regardless of the russet woman's lurking presence and will to protect, Artemis would not take such impulsive actions lightly; stupidity deserved punishment, no matter the age.

The child's idiocy would not end there, however, and the phantom's lips would peel back to unsheathe the weapons concealed underneath, tainted incisors the crow's potential guillotine that flashed threateningly before her eyes. Her own paw would move to wrap about her victim's side as the brat attempted to thieve back her prize, attempting to pull the child in towards her breast in a protective manner--as if to dare the fool to try and pry her sibling from her relentless grasp once more. "Impulsivity is not a trait you should harbor, crow. It just might end you." The suggestion bled from slavering jaws, venomous and harsh as it slipped from her tongue and polluted the air surrounding them. She hardly payed any mind to the newest spectator that had come to collect the little beastie before her, gaze trained upon the whelp as she impatiently awaited her next move.

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