YOU GOTTA RHYTHM WITH THE TWO LEFT FEET
07-05-2014, 10:03 PM
He was drawn in by the yelp of pain, ears perking in interest. What on earth was going on? The hills surrounding him cast noise at strange angles, so he loped to the top of the slope he had been traversing, casting his gaze about. It did not take long to find his quarry, and doing so immediately soured his mood along with kindling a fire in his belly. What in seven hells was this? In the gully below him two wolves circled a familiar form. He watched with growing rage as one brute lept in, latched onto Aegira's limb, and twisted. The snap was audible even from his elevated position, and the yelp his once-companion produced brought bile into the back of his throat. There will be blood to pay, he thought with savage grace as he streaked down the hill. His battle cry came in the form of a savage snarl as he launched himself into the side of the wolf who had bitten the smaller fae. These worthless curs would suffer for committing such atrocities in his presence, oh yes, they would rue the day their worthless whore mothers had pushed them into the world. His teeth dug deep into the shoulder of one male, as he was pleased on some level to find his impressive height allowed him to tower over them all. With a massive heave of strength he tossed the abuser away from the fae. His companion leapt in Lyon's moment of absence and clamped down on his right thigh. Whirling, Lyon snapped at the male, murder in his eyes. The wolf who he had thrown earlier scrambled to his feet, obviously caught off guard by the sudden and furious onslaught, and disappeared over the nearest hill. With the red haze blurring his vision, Lyon thought desperately that they would both make it out alive, and he just couldn't have that! But as he moved in for the second brute's neck, his opponent scrambled away. He too fled. Lyon's pursuit lasted only a few paces, and ended in a savage growl and lashing tail. "If I ever see your mangy pelts again," he roared, "I'll be lining my den with them!" He turned back on Aegira, his tone melding from rage to a stoic, business-like manner. "Where else are you hurt?" The leg was obvious of course, and he would not insult either of them by asking after it. He knew little and less of healing, and less yet of the area they were in, but that did not mean the man wouldn't try. |
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